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Post by Shadow Scryer on May 21, 2011 7:21:01 GMT -6
Nightmare: *Lands next to Spectre* I... I'm so sorry.
Spectre: Oh, it's you.
Nightmare: I should have known there was a reason why I couldn't send her to hell. *Laughs humourlessly* Uh, Spectre?
Specter:What is is?
Nightmare: Um, I know you don't exactly like me, but... *Puppy eyes* Can we be friends? Or is there at least a way for me to say I'm sorry? Following you around like a puppy dog? Bribing you? Do you need someone killed in the most blood-curdling horrific way you can imagine but don't want to take the time doing it yourself?
Specter: Uh, no thanks.
Nightmare: Oh. (Awkwardly) If it's any consolation, they're both in Heaven now.
Specter: ...?
Nightmare: Long story short, Death took a holiday in the human world, Umbrella found out, got a DNA sample, and here I am. So... can we be friends? I think you're friends with my sister and biggest brother... right?
Specter: *Allows himself a small smile* Sure.
Nightmare: Yay!
Spectre: And where's Tosho?
Nightmare: Hmm... I can't tell! I can't see it in Heaven or Hell and checking purgatory takes too long. But with his prideful cowardice, I'd say if he's there, he'll stay there for a veeeeeeery looooooong tiiiiiiime! ... And litt- I mean big sister's getting worried about you!
Specter: Fsoi?
Nightmare: Yep! She can't find you! A... *Looks to the left*
SS: *Dragging himself using his one remaining arm* I won't say anything, it'll just prolong your pain and I don't think any of us want another w... forget it. (Wargal incident.)
Specter: Thanks.
SS: *Has rejected the biomass of the elite mook after finding out who controlled it. He feels that keeping it would be an insult to Spectre* Wanna go home?
Spectre: I don't think they'll be too happy when they find out I killed their priest.
SS: (Disgusted) Don't call him a priest! Bastards who abuse their power or fail to use it for the greater good when they get it have no right to have their position! We'll just tell them what happened. Ya stopped the snow beasts so I think they'll listen ta what ya have ta say mate.
Specter: True. Do you want a lift back?
SS: Nah. Somehow, he missed my wings. *Begins flying back with Nightmare and Spectre while regenerating with whatever excess biomass he has left.*
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Post by Spectre on May 23, 2011 3:29:59 GMT -6
Fsoi:*pacing around the village* The group jumps/flies over the wall and lands inside. Fsoi:Spectre! Your alright!...Whats wrong? Spectre:..Hm? The Snow Beasts are dead. And by the looks of it, killing the head one seems to have lifted the curse off the beasts. Or, children. Mizore:*eyes widen at the now bolstering population of the Yuki Onna* Priestess:Your all back! This is amazing, all the beasts are suddenly turning into the children lost over the years! Various Yuki Onna parents are being reunited with their children. Spectre:*forces a slight smile* Priestess:What happened to Tosho? Spectre:.....*looks at the priestess intently* He answered for some wrongs commited many years ago. Unfortunately, he didnt make it back alive. Priestess:I see.*sighs*...Poor man. At least hes a peace now. Spectre:Yes. Peace...Either way, I think you'll do well ruling over these people with the help of Jack Frost. You now have a very impressive civilization to govern. Nightmare:The future looks reeaaaaaally bright! Spectre:Hopefully procreation will also be less troublesome with the destruction of the curse's roots....*looks at the scarred children*...Dont ever let anything like this happen again. If it does, then call us. Or at the very least, me. Many of these orphans no longer have their parents, having been cursed hundreds of years ago... Priestess:We will do our best to make sure all of the children get the care they need. They're our future. Spectre:Good.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on May 25, 2011 6:06:49 GMT -6
SS: *Grins* Yeah... Look, I need to work on my stamina. (Gonna need ta take a lot more than collapsing after one blitzkrieg (Literally translates to lightning war)ta take out Wallace) *Shimmers and disappears, moving as fast as physically possible around the city, intentionally running into solid objects he can't break for the sole purpose of increasing his physical resistance*
After a while, everyone leaves and Nightmare is the only one left in the street
Nightmare: *Smile fades* I know you're there. My "Father" must want me to judge you personally and I've taken the time to read you. Not that I get to send you anywhere myself, that's Gods job. Death just separates your soul from this mortal coil. *Eyes turn black and red* Tosho.
Tosho: (Is a blue spirit) What? I thought no-one could see spirits!
Nightmare: Unofficial, unknown daughter of death here. I saw my big brothers soul at his funeral. He wasn't happy about dying and his soul was red.
Tosho: Then why isn't he in hell?
Nightmare: He's homicidal and psychotic at times, but he tries not to do anything evil. It's just the colour of his power. All Yuki-onna are blue, big brother Shadows is red, big brother Vimms is blue, mines black, Akumas is deep blue, Fsoi's is yellow and Spectres is purple. Just because they're alive, doesn't mean I can't see their souls. You... I wouldn't bet on you going to the place heroes do.
Tosho: What?! No. You can't do this to me!
Nightmare: Not my fault.
Tosho: All I did, I did for my people!
Nightmare: You said nothing to change what happened. I see what could have been and you...
Tosho: I did nothing to harm anyone!
Nightmare: You're right. You didn't. You never did anything, that's why this all happened. You knew why this was happening and didn't even try to tell anyone. If they knew, they could have stopped it in the early days. If you tried to do the right thing, you would have turned yourself and the rest of the morons responsible over. You're a coward. You talk but never take action. *Grabs her scythe* Your fatal flaws: 1: Sloth 2: Pride.
Nightmare severs his link to the mortal coil and Tosho screams as he burns.
Nightmare: (Grimly) And one last thing. With great power comes great chance of corruption.
Tosho: *Disappears*
Nightmare: I can sense the ones responsible. They're where you're going. *Evil grin* I'll see you in hell then. *Giggles*
SS: *Skids to a halt, panting and covered in minor injuries* Something... wrong? (Can't see spirits, despite having been one in the past. He couldn't see them then either.)
Nightmare: (Cheerfully) Nup!
SS: Alright. Let's... go home.
Nightmare: Yay! Nap time!
SS: *Laughs and takes Nightmare home.*
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Post by Spectre on May 26, 2011 1:12:25 GMT -6
Spectre:Well, I'd best gather everyone up. The academy would be a welcome change in atmosphere...
Spectre walks towards the Shirayuki household at a casual pace. He arrives to see Mizore hugging her parents goodbye.
Spectre:Hmmm...Hey, Mizore.
Mizore:*now eating only 1 lolly* Oh, Hello.
Spectre:Its about time for us to head back to the academy. How's Kokoa and Moka coming along?
Mizore:Kokoa is trying to pack both her and Moka's things. Moka is still unconcious.
Spectre:How the hell can you sleep through this mess?
Myo:We held the creatures off.
Spectre:Oh. Thats wonderful, I'm glad to see you all unharmed...
Tsurara:*looks at Spectre, concerned* You dont look very good. I dont mean that in a way concerning your physical health.
Spectre:Hm?...Long story. I just want to head back to the academy for a monstrous nap.
Tsurara:Alright, then. If thats what you want.
Spectre:I appreciate it-
Theres suddenly some loud, smashing noises coming from inside the Shirayuki household. Kokoa is growling and yelling viciously.
Spectre:!!!!!!
Spectre walks in, he gets a look of horror on his face.
Kokoa is facing Wallace, Ko is in his hammer form. The house is smashed up and Kokoa looks exhausted. Wallace is staring down at her.
Wallace:I dont wanna hurt you, Kokoa. Were "family", but I'm here for Moka. And Akuha has told me to kill any opposition, and didnt specify any names to avoid. If you dont hand her over, I'm gonna have to get violent.
Wallace appears to have not moved much. His clothes are roughed up mildly.
Kokoa:Like hell I'll give you my sister, you fat bastard!!
Kokoa yells like a barbarian and smashes Ko into Wallace's side, he stands unflinched. He slowly rolls his eyes down to the hammer.
Kokoa gasps and looks terrified, her eyes widen and she starts shaking.
Wallace:...I aint fat. I'm big boned. Dont believe me? Check my frame.
Wallace lashes out his arm and triess to punch Kokoa in the gut with his index knucle, Spectre leaps in the way and take the blow to his chest head-on.
Spectre:*breathing heavily*..K...Kokoa...
Kokoa:Spectre!
Myo, Mizore, and Tsurara run in, they prepare for combat at the sight of Wallace.
Spectre:Dont you even think about fighting this bastard! Run and get help!*gags blood*
Kokoa:!!!
The three run off to get assistance, Kokoa stands behind Spectre and catches him as he staggers back, dropping Ko.(Who transforms back into a bat)
Spectre:*wheezing*....
Kokoa:Are you ok?!
Spectre:I'm gagging blood, dear. I dont think thats a good sign...*weakly stands up* You run outta her and get help with the Shirayukis. I'll distract this fatass.
Wallace:*patiently* Big-Boned.
Spectre:Fat-boned, big-assed, same difference.
Wallace:You got them mixed up.
Spectre:*snarls and leaps*
Wallace attempts to grab at Spectre, but he swiftly grazed by his head. Clawing him across the cheek mildly.
Wallace:What the hell was that?*continuously punches at Spectre swiftly, who is using the best of his ability to outrun them* Look here, I aint got nothing against you. Just hand over Moka, and I'll get going.
Spectre:*stressing himself to talk, latched onto the ceiling* I'm not letting you take her just like that!
Wallace:*looks down at the floor*Well thats too bad, 'cause if you dont hand her over I'm gonna have to plow my way through this city until I do.
Spectre:*nervously leaps to the other side of the room* Damn it!
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Post by Shadow Scryer on May 27, 2011 7:08:25 GMT -6
SS: *Walks in, still exhausted from his exercise* Hey Spectre. *Keeps walking* ... Hey Wallace. Could ya leave and come back when we're in better shape? We just fought an army of surprisingly powerful monsters and I've don't have much excess biomass. Maybe enough to regrow an arm max.
Wallace: Oh? Changed your tune did you, oh lord high and mighty better than all things natural?
SS: I never said that. If I did, I didn't mean it. Ya pissed me off ezinja, ya still do.
Wallace: I don't care what you think of me "super" demon.
SS: Loyal lil' pooch ain't ya? Spectre, stay there. I wanna try somethin'. Blitzkrieg! *Shimmers and disappears*
Wallace: *Scans the room* Where are you hiding?
SS: *Appears, panting, hands covered in blood and holding what looks suspiciously like a humanoid organ* Heh.
A hole is torn in the ceiling and Wallace is drenched in blue liquid
Vimm: *Wipes his mouth* Sorry guys! Didn't see you down there!
Yes, Vimm vomited several litres of poison on Wallace. Shadow didn't plan this.
SS: Huh.
Wallace: Hmm. Nothing seems to be happening super demon. *Cuts appear in him, slowly becoming larger until they go deep enough to reach his vitals. His face is torn to shreds, one of his arms is attatched by a few millimetres of flesh and... basically, the man looks like he got shoved in a giant blender and left there for a minute* *Eventually, a hole appears in his chest* *Grunts and glares at Shadow*
SS: I do the best I can and that's your response? Have a heart! *Chucks the organ back to Wallace as the aforementioned character regenerates* *Gets into a fighting stance, though he looks a lot more tired than usual.* I know gettin' your heart torn out and that much killer venom dumped over ya ain't gonna do ya in ezinja, I'm just hopin' ya'll change ya mind. Like I said, we ain't in good condition.
Specter: Then you really shouldn't have ripped his heart out.
SS: Probably not mate. Probably not.
Fsoi: *Enters* Hi, I heard you two talking from outside. Is everything ok...ay? *Sees wallace* *Gulps nervously and slips on her claws*
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Post by Spectre on May 28, 2011 2:51:18 GMT -6
Wallace: Huh, good to see you got a change in attitude. *glares down at SS*...Still yet. I'm not leaving here without Moka. Akuha needs her. And I'll do whatever it takes to please her if it kills me.
Spectre:Thats morbid.
Wallace:Maybe so, but I dont mind...Now I didnt come here to crush anyone, but force my hand and I'll have to destroy anyone who stands in my way.
Spectre:Normally we'd probably give into our common sense and hand her over, but were not going to let your mistress take her blood and use it to harm the planet...*eyes bat towards Vimm*
Vimm:*nods breifly*
Wallace:*sneers at Spectre*....*sighs* Alright, if thats the way it has to be. *punches towards Spectre with unnatural speed for his girth*
Spectre:*narrowly dodges, counters by leaping up his arm, using his claws to tear through it as he ascends*
Wallace catches Spectre in his mouth and crunches down.
Spectre:*lets out an animalistic shreiks as hes chewed on violently*
SS:*growls*
Vimm:..Calm down Shadow..*draws his White Wyvern and shimmers*
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Vimm:Yes, we talked about it earlier. I figured we should see what happens when we combine our abilities.
Wallace:*ignoring the three scryers, occupied with chewing Spectre like snuff, causing him to profusely bleed dark(nearly black), viscous blood with every bite*
Spectre:*begins tearing at Wallace's face with his claws*
Wallace:Blegh...*spits out Spectre, along with the huge load of blood he drained* Its like trying to swallow tar, windex, and paint thinner!*wipes his mouth*.........*coughs*...
Wallace coughs into his hand and pulls it away from his face, he looks into his palm shocked revealing that hes gagging a different shade of blood.
Wallace:*shakes his head, mildly disoriented* Huh..Whats this?!
Spectre:Thats blood, baby! *blood eerily pours back into his body as he springs up, his wounds regenerate and he assumes a fighting stance*
Fsoi:What was that?
Spectre:Well, Fsoi, Vimm and I discovered we have another thing in common.
Wallace:*turning clammy*
Vimm:We can both deliver a poisonous payload from hell.
Wallace:*shivers mildly, turning paler* P-Poison?
Fsoi:What?
Spectre:You may have noticed my ability to blast a highly corrosive black fluid or mist from time to time, strong enough to eat through mineral.
Vimm:I was just about fooled that it was acid-based, but its poison. A bit cruder than mine, less deadly and yet more painful.
Spectre:If you think thats gnarly, you should see the venom from my second mouth.
SS:...Second mouth? Uhh- forget it.Please.
Wallace:*eyes become yellow and bloodshot underneath his shades, sweating constantly* *grunts and holds his hand over his stomach*
Vimm:*holds out his wyvern, which is stained with blood* With my poison coursing through your veins, and Spectre's boiling in your innards, I'd imagine your immune system is probably kicking its own arse right now trying to fight it all off.
Spectre:Frightening, isnt it?
Wallace:*falls on his backside, shaking* Oooooogh...Your clever little bastards arent ya?!*gets back up, growling* Well, Akuha could probably wait a few more minutes. Thats all I'll need to kick your asses! *painfully assumes a fighting stance, as a few small bruises appear on his body from his veins bursting internally**cringing*
Vimm:*scans* Still incredibly dangerous, but hes constantly being impaired and hurt by our venom. I dont know how long its gonna last, but hes a smaller threat now than he was back in china.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on May 31, 2011 5:44:02 GMT -6
SS: I... I think I might be able to help out here.
Wallace: How could you possibly help them? You saw how quickly I regenerated from your "Blitzkrieg"!
SS: ... Half an arm of excess biomass. I should keep some just in case. *Shimmers and is suddenly on Wallace's back, claws embedded in his neck and slivers of red and black biomass slithering into the... whatever the crap he is's body* *Backflips off*
Wallace: I never read about anything like that in the reports.
SS: Mutated virus. Fused with me a while back. It should be taking effect in... now.
Wallace: *Convulses, falls to all fours and begins hacking up his liquified organs as the biomass actively tears him apart from the inside*
SS: It's still my biomass mate. Don't think I can't control it. *Grabs Wallace by the neck, tentacles erupt from his back, stab the guy and attempt to consume him*
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Post by Spectre on Jun 4, 2011 1:48:36 GMT -6
Wallace:*growls and stares at SS, attempting to break free of the consumption to no avail*
SS:*spears Wallace with more tendrils, which consumes him even further*
The giant puts up an immense struggle, though SS relentlessly impales and consumes him with his biomass.
Wallace:*growls, eyes widen and go bloodshot, and growls as tendrils spear him through the head*
SS:*narrows his eyes and glares coldly*
Memories begin to appear in SS's head.
MEMORY(from the first person view of the host, naturally.)
A small creature is lying on the ground staring upwards, his vision is blurred and hes shifting his head around trying to look at his surroundings. It is extremely cloudy and rainy, there is the occasional lightning bolt and thunderclap. A cloaked woman walks over and examines it. She gets a look of worry on her face. She runs off breifly and returns with a man, he looks at the creature and the two people exchange a breif conversation. The woman carefully wraps the creature in her cloak and the vision ends as it covers his face from the rain.
MEMORY 2
The creature is sitting in front of a fire, staring at it cautiously and curiosly. He is resting on a blanket, breathing somewhat roughly and shivering. The couple offer it bits of food, though it ignores it and wraps itself in its blanket, covering its face.
MEMORY 3
There is a sound of an enormous firefight going on. The battle is between Wallace's bikers and some other gangsters in what appears to be a dangerous and unruly part of a large city. The bikers are outnumbered and being shot down. As they back up they hit Wallace. He points at them and orders them to retreat, he stands in the alley stoicly and reloads his custom rifle. The other gangsters walk in and gasp in shock, they back away intimidated. Wallace begins sniping them all quickly from close range. They open fire and the host is consumed in a hail of bullets. He staggers as his clothing is torn and blood sprays onto the ground and walls.
*distortion*
The host is stomping through an alley using one arm to carry his rifle and the other to cover some bleeding wounds on his chest. His outfit is nearly soaked red. He staggers through an alley, his vision becoming distorted from blood loss. He eventually cannot continue and falls back against a wall, breathing very heavily.
Two gangsters spot him and run in with their weapons ready to fire. They examine him to make sure hes dead, but they are immediately killed by a pair of jigen-tou'd hands reaching through their skulls. They collapse with their heads gibbing, and they reveal Akuha.
The host stares at her in a mix of fear and disbelief. She looks at him curiously and zooms in on his face. She opens her mouth, revealing her fangs, and bites. Everything goes red.
Suddenly the host regains conciousness, his vision becomes extremely clear. He looks at his side and spies Akuha lying next to him weakly, yet smiling happily. She nods her head at him as he stares back in confusion. He turns his head to notice a bunch of gangsters charging into the alley. he rises up, there are gory noises emnating from his body as his flesh and bones begin to transmogrify. He makes pained, inhuman growling and snarling noises as the gangsters back away, turning pale as a sheet. He reaches out his hand, which is growing thick, short, yet sharp claws, and the vision ends with a horrific slashing noise.
*end memory flow*
SS' upper body sprawls across the room as his lower body goes limp and falls, they both retract all of their biomass.
SS:*eyes shifting around the room*
Wallace:*growling, still looking sickly*..Huh...*hiccups* *belches up SS's biomass, which slithers around the ground seeking out its original body.*....S..Some personal stuff you saw there..What the hell are you doing going in my mind... *staggers back, falls on one knee*
Vimm:What the hell was that?!
Spectre:That attack came from somewere else. That brute couldnt have morphed that fast..
Theres a deep, big-cat like hiss as a large, black cat the size of a mastiff(with a build resembling a mix between a giant black cat and a panther, though leaning towards the former.) struts up next to Wallace and nuzzles it's head in his palm.
Wallace:Huh...Well if it isnt the Old Lady's cat...*pets it and coughs*
SS:C-cat?*biomass manages to fuse the two halves of his body together, gets up with a stagger*
Delilah:*purrs*
Vimm:Thats the same cat that Belladonna lady had back when we were in Moka's mind.
Loki:*retracts down Vimms neck collar and begins shaking*
Delilah:*purrs like a lion and bares her fangs, which have a resemblance to thin sabre teeth*
Spectre:Well Shadow, atleast you got your ass passed by something you actually liked.
SS:*growls* What kind of cat is that?
Fsoi:A vampire cat, maybe?
Akuha:Wallace!
Wallace:*immediately shifts his eyes towards the call* Akuha! What are you doing down here?! Its a damned mine feild!
Akuha:Coming to check on you, you dont usually take this long.
Wallace:*panicked* Get back on the ship! I'll get Moka, I promise!
Akuha:I can take care of myself, I'm not defenseless.Are you ok? You look really sick.
Wallace:I'm fine so long as you are. These people are alot more powerful than they look. There is no negotiating with them.
Akuha:I see. Well then, I suppose you should just destroy this village and its inhabitants until she is found.
Wallace:*grits his teeth and stands upright*Whatever you say. *cracks his fists and spins his arm* Bet this giant glass ornament could shatter under a solid punch...
Wallace's arm muscles contract and cause his entire sleeve and the upper-right part of his suit to rip, his arm has grown about twice its size and has a ridiculously over-the-top muscle mass. Red energy crackles around his arm and black thorn trails(similiar to Tsukune's only with many more thorns per vain, and they branch more) and plates of bone form on his knuckles and joints, he prepares to punch the ground.
Moka:Akuha.
Akuha:*darts her eyes* M...*dreamy look* Moka...Wallace!
Wallace:*stops, his arm shrinking back down to its normal size*..Moka. Been a long time.
Touhou:*walking behind Moka*...
Moka:*confused*...Akuha, It's been a long time. I never thought we'd meet in a place like this, why did you go so far to find me? In addition theres this feeling in my head..*holds her head* Its as if memories from my forgotten past are coming back...And suddenly I have a very morbid fear of Sarlaacs, Lovecraftian Literature, and phallic imagery.
Spectre:*coughs, shifting his eyes in a horrid attempt to look innocent*
Moka:Theres no need for anymore violence. I'll give myself over willingly.
Spectre:*turns his head at Moka* But..Moka..
Tsukune:*dashes in front of Moka and holds out his arms*
Kurumu:*draws her claws*
Mizore:*ice claws*
SS:*hisses*
Vimm:*draws his glaive*
Akuha:Aiya...It seems you made alot of friends at school. *sighs* I'm kind of jealous.
Wallace:....You dont wanna see 'em hurt, do you?
Moka:Trying to take hostages..I've misjudged you...If I go with you, you wont hurt anybody else, right?
Akuha:Of course! *smiles brightly* I dont like seeing blood either!
A gigantic Fairy Tale blimp airship with hordes of armored wyverns flying next to it appears overhead.
Tsukune:Moka, dont go!
Moka:I'm sorry, Tsukune.
Wallace:*stoops down and holds out his right arm* Come along. We have a room and everything prepared for you.
Akuha gets on Wallace's shoulder and holds out her hand.
Moka takes it and gets pulled up onto his shoulders.
Wallace:*stares up at the airship, then back at the group* You put up a fight this time. *narrows his eyes* Buts its still nowere near enough to take us down. Dont let hunting us down cross your mind...Goodbye.
Wallace takes a massive leap into the sky, he lands inside the airship.
As it takes off, Delilah hisses at the group and leaps into the sky with shimmering agility.
Tsukune:*dramatically falls onto his knees*MOKA!!!....No...
Touhou:...This is no time to be depressed, Tsukune. Were not going to get her back just standing here.
Spectre:But what are we going to do? I saw that monster's arm transform, I felt enough power flowing from his arm to shatter this city and landscape in one move.
Touhou:Your right. And just simple training from hell isnt going to get any of you strong enough to take on Wallace...
Vimm:*unnerved* Or even that cat with them. There was so much fury and bloodlust in it I got too shaken while trying to scan what it was. Its not just their pet, thats for damn sure. She might be just as dangerous as Wallace. *turns pale* Or even moreso.
SS:..So, what then?
Touhou:Mikogami is always researching new ways to make you more powerful to help you reach or surpass your maximum potential, but getting you all strong enough to take on that monster will take far too long. Its going to take more than just Spectre and the stronger members of the Scryer family to take him down...We need more people on our team, and they're going to need to power themselves up alot more...*eyes shift throughout the entire group*...However, peak physical and mental condition is always a plus. Theres a special training area I've made that simulates Hong Kong city. It is the ideal virtual rampage ground you can all use to sharpen yourselves.
Spectre:Hmmm...Rampaging eh...I cant say I really feel up to it.
Touhou:Hm?
Spectre:I simply dont feel like training at the moment. I just cant describe the sort of day I've had.*rubs his forehead* I wont be able to fight or even spar properly. I just want some peace, and I dont mean that because I feel sick. I'm Fit as a damn fiddle...
Touhou:How come?
Nightmare:*coldly glances at Touhou* Leave him alone. Hes right.
Spectre:I'm going back to the academy. I'm in desperate need for a more lighthearted atmosphere...*shimmers, leaping over the horizon at incredible speed*
Vimm:He looks like hes gotten better physically..
Fsoi:He just hasnt been the same since China.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Jun 14, 2011 4:47:47 GMT -6
SS: He's a good guy, but I'll never understand what goes on in his head. Anywho, I'm in. I need some serious training. (And I think I could come up with a few techniques while I'm at it. Maybe if I overcharge small slivers of biomass with electricity and inject them into someone... Hmm. That could work.)
Vimm: Sure. (Maybe if I can modify myself to excrete poison through by wrists into the Wyvern, make a few holes in the blade... Excellent.)
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Vimm: (Go fuck yourself.)
Nightmare: Sowwy big brothers. I don't wanna fight you. ... Hey! I'll train by myself! (And see if I can develop any more mental powers.)
Fsoi: I, uh... I'll pass thanks. Specter's my best friend outside my "family" and I think if I can help him somehow, I'll take that chance. (He didn't attack me when he found out I'm human and he's protected me at least twice from things that otherwise would have killed me. It's the least I can do.) *Takes off after Spectre, trying to remain out of site in case he needs to be left alone.*
SS: *Watches Fsoi leave* ... So. Shall we?
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Post by Spectre on Jun 19, 2011 0:00:26 GMT -6
At the academy.
Spectre descends from the sky and lands near the campus woods. Fsoi glides down, watching him.
Spectre:*warily looks around with a tired look in his eyes*...*proceeds to walk into the campus woods*
Fsoi:(Why's he going into the woods?)
Spectre journey's deep into the academy woods, the trees get so thick it gives the area a dark atmosphere. As he advances, he walks upon an abandoned school storage building. It is surrounded by many briars and weeds.
Spectre casually walks through the plants and goes into the building, Fsoi follows after he is out of sight. She carefully avoids contact with the plants.
They arrive at the inside of the building, there is a massive nest of dead, grey straw on one side of the warehouse. The floor is littered with bones. The walls and floors are covered in claw marks with ranging depth. The ceiling is partially destroy over the straw, giving room for light to come in.
Spectre is in the straw pile, rolling around and making a bowl shape.
Fsoi:(So..This is were he lives. What a feral lifestyle.)
Spectre:*lying on his stomach, grinding his teeth and chewing on a bone* Thats two children I've lost to my own damned failures. *throws the bone against a wall* Wargal to my inability to battle, and Burakuru to my carelessness...*covers his face with one of his hands*
Fsoi:(Burakuru? Wargal?)
Spectre:Rest in peace my sons...*rakes his nails against the wall, causing a horrid grinding noise as he leaves extremely deep clawmarks* If only your father could have done a better job.
Spectre curls down into his straw, as he lowers himself, there are two carvings on the walls revealed.
A crude carving of a lupine head, and another of a horned beast. They both have the names of Spectre's sons written under them.
Fsoi:(Spectre doesnt seem to be the type that'd be a father..)
Fsoi takes the opportunity to creep around Spectre and examine the carvings more closely.
Fsoi:(Thats the monster from the northlands, and...A wolf?)
Spectre rises from the straw holding a bottle of shiny green liquid, and looks around, he sniffs the air.
Fsoi:*has ducked deep into the straw in the nick of time*.....
Spectre:*glares at the bottle* Hmm. Already hearing things and I havent even enjoyed my absinthe yet...*narrows his eyes*..Oh whats the point. *throws the bottle against the wall, causing it to shatter*
Fsoi:*frowns*...
Spectre:*sniffs the air*...COME OUT! I know your in here! Quit hiding, and face me!
Fsoi:*about to get up, raising her hands*
??:*panting* W-wait!
Spectre:?!
An exhausted, bruised and bloody balverine walks out of the shadows.
Spectre:Theres no need to tremble before me. Sit down and catch your breath, your injured.
Balverine:N-no time..Milord, weve desperately needed your help! Why havent you responded to our distress?
Spectre:The Pack Mind did not seem to experience any unbalance. We can dwell on that later, but tell me whats wrong!
Balverine:*slowly and weakly walks towards Spectre* W-were under attack...*falls down on one knee, breathing coarsely* By the humans in albion!
Spectre:What?!
Balverine:Were...*breathing slows down* Weve all been scattered...*falls to his hands* Th..The humans...Heroes...*wheeze*A..Are back..We dont stand a ch-chance...W...Without you...
The balverine goes limp and falls to the floor, revealing a huge axe wound in it's back.
Spectre:Rest in peace. You did well, I will return to Albion immediately.
Spectre springs through the hole in the ceiling,
Fsoi:*eyes widen* Oh no..How am I gonna catch up to him when hes going that fast?!
Fsoi notices a powerful vacuum of wind left behind by Spectre.
Fsoi:*snaps her fingers*
Fsoi glides through the vaccuum of wind, catching up to Spectre but maintaining her distance.
Spectre travels to Albion with his incredible soaring leaps, in about an hour's time, he spies Albion in the distance from the ocean.
Spectre:*peering at Albion, his upper head out of the water*...Somethings not quite right..The clouds are so dark...
Spectre begins rapidly swimming towards Albion, Fsoi is struggling to stay close via gliding due to the lack of air vaccuums.
Spectre arrives at the docks of bowerstone, the clouds are darkened as a result of the pollution produced by industry.
Spectre:*rises slightly out of the water* Ugh..This air..It hurts the senses.
Spectre throws himself on the docks. He looks around. Most of the citizens seem to be of a very low class, they are all dirty from working in the factories, though there is the occasional decently-dressed Merchant.
Spectre:*glances around* Were the hell am I? *looks at a sign* Bowerstone? Bowerstone?! Its almost all slum!
Passerby:*screams* MONSTER!!
Panic breaks out as the citizens see Spectre. They begin screaming for the guards.
Spectre is suddenly shot in the shoulder by a rifle.
Spectre:*turns around* !?!
More gunshots fire, as the guards arrive in the area and begin shooting Spectre relentlessly.
Guards:What the bloody hell is this thing?! It's not dying!
Spectre:*snarls*Cease your fire!
??:I think it's a Balverine. And judging by the humanoid shape, its a really powerful one. *loads a silver round into a large, gleaming broad-barreled silver blunderbuss with a wolf head carved onto the obsidian grip*
Spectre:Huh?!
??:Move!
The guards step out of the way, theres a monstrous gunshot as Spectre is blasted over the darks. He leaves a trail of blood and shining shrapnel in the air. His chest has nearly all the flesh torn off, and there are shrapnel holes dotting the massive wound.
Fsoi:Spectre!
Spectre:*growls weakly ,floating in the reddining water* Urgh....
Guard:Nice shot! *looks at Spectre* Give him another one to make sure hes dead.
??:May as well. *loads his blunderbuss and aims it*
Loud howling is heard.
Suddenly a pair of white balverines leaps from the sky and lands on top of two guards, the guards are knocked into a comatose on impact. One of the balverines tackles the shooter onto the ground and begins clawing him, while the other leaps into the water and grabs Spectre. The balverine leaps on top of a building, holding Spectre in one of it's arms.
White Balverine:*nods*
White Balverine2:*howls and leaps off with Spectre*
White Balverine:*howls* (For the master!)
Shooter:*aims his blunderbuss at the White Balverine*
There is a noisy gunshot. as blood and white fur showers in the air.
White Balverine:*leaping from building-to-building, making a beeline for the wilderness*
Later...
Spectre:*grumbles*
??:I think he's waking up!
??2:Milord, are you alright?
??3:Give him some space! He was shot directly in the vitals by that damned hero!
??1:His endurance never ceases to amaze me!
Spectre slowly opens his eyes.
Spectre:*sniffs in the air* Pine...*attempts to get off his back* Agh!*clutches his chest*
Balverine1:Milord, your hurt! Try not to move too much!
Spectre:Well..Looks like I'm back home. *grits his teeth as he tries to get up, sitting on his backside with his elbow on one knee*...Uggh..
Spectre has some old, musty bandages stuffed with herbs wrapped around his torso.
Spectre:*eyes are struggling to stay open*...
Balverine2:Do you need more rest?
Spectre:I'm conscious...Whats happening? I was informed by an injured Balverine that you were under attack. You have my deepest apologies for not coming sooner, I could not detect the disturbance in the Pack Mind.
White Balverine:*walks into the room* The very humans you told us to leave be have been wiping us out.
Spectre:Huh?
White Balverine:The humans have been expanding their territories. They have been tearing down our forests and destroying our mountains to fuel those enormous, smoke belching abominations.
Spectre:*growls* You dont need to tell me. I nearly suffocated trying to get here. What the hell has happened to this once-beautiful land?
White Balverine:The humans have advanced in their technologies rapidly, and have entered a brutish industrial age. And all of it seems to be for a tiny handful of men, particularly one named "Logan".
Spectre:Logan?
White Balverine:I think they referred to him as "king".
Spectre:A...King? Albion has a king now, then..I should have seen this coming. Whats the situation?
White Balverine:Very grim for us. Were currently in our mountain territory in the center of Witchwood, the place thats farthest from human contact. Our territories in Silverpines and Darkwood are nearly doomed, the Howling Halls in Westcliff has fallen and our brethren there have been taken into human custody.
Spectre:*rubs his face* No, No no...The messenger that came and got me told me that there were "heroes"?
White Balverine:Yes, they have. We dont know were they came from, but powerful heroes have been keeping us on edge. They have incredible power, capable of fending off groups of white balverines single-handidly. The fact Albion has a formidable guard and military makes the matters even worse.
Spectre:Now the heroes are returning to slay us?!
White Balverine:Were trying the best we can to stay alive. We have virtually no means of going on the offensive though, or taking back any of our lost territory. I roughly estimate that our numbers are in the mere hundreds. A majority of the pack is out trying to defend their territory, or cannot find a way to escape. Some may fear that escaping to Witchwood may draw attention here. Its our most formidable holding, but it wouldnt be able to survive a good onslaught.
Spectre:Have you tried negotiating?
White Balverine:Our attempts to talk have been unsuccessful. The humans know that many of our higher ranks are capable of human speech, yet they continue to expand, viewing us as a hinderance to their progress. At the rate they're going, there will hardly be any forest left on Albion in a matter of months. The only place we will have to retreat to is the Northern Wastes, and it does not have nearly enough resources to support our pack. And the fact it's plauged with curses, undead, and all sorts of horrors doesnt help either...Were running out of Balverines, Time, and options.
Spectre:Damn it, why couldnt I detect this sooner?!
White Balverine:With all due respect master, you look somewhat sickly and tired.
Spectre:Thats true.
White Balverine:Do you know what we should do? We Await your command.
Spectre:...Alright.*stands up, wincing in pain* I'm not going to be able to fight well with this injury. But It will have to do...*walks out of the entrance of the cave, viewing the nearby area*
Spectre:Cant see a single star in the sky...I can barely see the moon as it is. Alright, pack. First off, were going to need to get all of our numbers back and in check before we have any hope of defending ourselves. We will have to act swiftly and discreetly. The three locations of territory we must rescue our brethren from are Darkwood, Silverpines, and we need to track down our comrades who went missing in Westcliff...Getting our pack members who were captured by humans would be risky, seeing as we would more than likely kill a few captors to get them back, and that would attract some direly unwanted attention....By the way, white one. You look familliar..
Snowfang:I am one of the Balverines that you turned years ago back in the land of the Yuki Onna. I've adopted the name of "Snowfang".
Snowfang is a white Balverine in appearance, though his fur has less blood on it than most other White Balverines, and he is about 1.2 times larger. He has a scarred eye were he was shot by Vimm.
Spectre:Ah, yes...Say, how did you escape?
Snowfang:I kept on nudging my spirit on the side of the container, knocking it off his desk and causing it to break. When I broke out I tore his workshop all to hell and pissed all in his refridgerator.*snicker* Then released my other trapped brethren.
Spectre:Haha! Yeah, I vaguely recall getting assaulted for that.
Snowfang:Errr..Sorry milord.
Spectre:Its fine, In the end I would say "It was worth it" if I was the one locked up in a little glass ball for years and got an opportunity to soil his toiletries and break his stuff i'd do it myself!
(Note, if you had your own Idea who attacked Vimm's workshop, SS, I can delete this text.)
Spectre:Anyway, I do apologize for drifting off the subject. We need to focus on rescuing our friends now. You are likely to be more enlightened on Albion's current demographics than I am.
Snowfang:Of course. Our current position is quite safe. The people of Knothole Glade left for the sea some time ago, pretty much leaving the island to us. Albion has not bothered invading Witchwood yet, but our thick forests make the place a prime spot for gathering lumber. So we dont know how much time we have before they set their sights on us.
Spectre:Excellent. Now, what would you reccomend as the best spot to start rescuing?
Snowfang:Darkwood would likely be the best place. Being connected to Bloodstone and Wraithmarsh, there is not much of a chance that there would be any heroes there. However, the forests are quite deadly. Wraithmarsh is ovverun with trolls, banshees, and shades due to a terrible curse afflicted on it..
Spectre:Curse?
Snowfang:It used to be Oakvale and Barrow feilds. Now it's basically an extension of Darkwood. Only much more swampland than forest.
Spectre:I dont know how well I'm going to be able to fight like this, and I dont want to put us at risk with our scarce numbers.
Snowfang:Then perhaps Silverpines would be our best bet. There is only one established human settlement there, and the forests are rather thick. Just be careful not to get caught and traced back home. The quickest way would be to leap, but we will need to be careful about it. There are traces of untouched wilderness in albion we could use as "checkpoints". *takes out an old map and lays it on a stone slab* Starting off in Witchwood, you could directly leap into Silverpines without too much trouble. *jams a claw into a old bottle of ink* you can avoid detection by leaping from the highest point in the area and landing...*prods a bit upward from the silverpines landmark*Here. Our smaller brethren cant jump quite like you do, but you can safely lead them back home by jumping from Silverpines and landing in this forested area..*dots* Here...*dots*Here...*dots* Land on a mountain Here...*dots*Here...aaaaand *dots* at the coast of Albion, the abandoned area. You can then leap from there and land directly at Witchwood.
Spectre:Right. Is there any resistance I should expect?
Snowfang:There shouldnt be any guards or heroes in the forest. Just make sure to be as discreet as possible.
Spectre:Right. I'm moving out.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Jun 19, 2011 3:37:23 GMT -6
(It's fine mate. I'd forgotten about them and subsequently, so had Vimm. I intended to have him release the balverine souls, but, well... with everything going on, I kinda forgot about it.)
Specter: *Hears human voices and immediately leaps to the treetops*
Hero1: What? That's not possible. Probably not worth my time either.
Guardsman: You're not listening! All guardsmen are being relocated from everywhere in Albion to deal with the threat and we need as many heroes as possible!
Hero: But from what you've told me, it's just one girl!
Guardsman: ... Whoever kills her receives one half of the kingdoms treasury.
Hero: WHERE IS SHE?!
Guardsman: Bowerstone square.
Hero: HAVE AT THEE ALBINO WENCH! *Charges*
Guardsman: Other way.
Hero: *Running past* I KNEW THAT!
Guardsman: *Sighs* I can't believe it. I truly can't believe what these idiots... it money really all that's on their minds?
Spectre: *Drops down and turns the guard* Albino female hey? ... Hmm.
In Bowerstone;
Fsoi: (Has changed clothes since she arrived. She is now wearing yellow shorts and a yellow t-shirt) *Killing guards and heroes with minimal effort, but slowing down as she begins tiring* Come on! Is this all you've got? *Ducks under a swing of a great hammer, stabs the attacker in the sternum and throws her into several guardsmen*
Logan: *Growls, watching the fight through a set of binoculars* Aren't these fools smart enough to try shooting her?
Advisor: Well sire, it seems that she is surrounded by some sort of invisible projectile-deflecting shield. For some reason it doesn't seem to stop our men and heroes from getting to her.
Fsoi: (That's it. Keep coming.) *Disarms a hero and shoots him with his own gun* (If I can cause enough chaos, maybe I can get everywhere else to notice and send the guards here. And if that happens... Spectre will get there easier) *Gets stabbed in a kidney* *Hisses in pain and stretches her arms out to the sides* Kaze nenshou! (burning wind)
The air ten feet around her catches fire, reducing everyone except her to ash and giving her a short break and enough time to experiment with magic until she finds something that can heal her
Logan: Okay I must admit, I am fairly impressed
Fsoi: *Assumes a boxing stance and begins killing guards and heroes with quick clawed jabs to vital areas*
Somewhere else;
Spectre has been sprinting towards his destination, with only one human encounter thus far.
Specter: (Huh. Whatever the albino's doing, it's definitely getting everyone's attention.)
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Post by Spectre on Jun 26, 2011 0:57:01 GMT -6
Spectre arrives at Silverpines with his recently-turned companion. They make their way into the foggy forests, moving swiftly but silently. There is not a Balverine in sight.
Spectre:*sniffs the air*Hmm..I smell an odd odor.
Balverine:*hacks*
The two advance through the forests, there are some odd torches dotted around the woods.
Spectre:Hmph, irresponsible. Lighting torches all over the forest? If this burns down, there goes our habitat and the human's lumber.
Balverine:*wheezing weakly*
Spectre:Whats wrong?
Balverine:*falls back, twitching while holding his throat in pain*
Spectre:?!
Spectre goes to pick up and carry the Balverine, but it lets out a dying shreik and dies, with blood seeping from its mouth and nostrils.
Spectre:*sniffs the air*..That smell...Its familiar.
Spectre continues advancing through the forest, the fog gets thicker and shinier as he advances, causing him to develop a cough. Though after some time running through the woods, it thins. It is completely cleared by the time he makes it to a moonlit clearing, with a small cave leading underground in the middle of it surrounded by some rock crags.
Spectre:*looks around, growling* I smell them, this is the lair of my brethren. Come on out, Its me. The Alpha male.
A small pack of Balverines rush out of cave and perch on top of the rocks and in the trees, a White Balverine comes out last and faces Spectre.
White Balverine:So the fabled master returns. I was beginning to think you would never appear.
Spectre:I apologize for my tardiness. I was unable to detect your struggling through the Pack Mind. I have been feeling ill as of late.
Whitefoot:Eventually is better than never, I suppose...Weve been in quite alot of trouble since you left. Weve stopped attacking the "innocent" humans, unfortunately it appears they do not wish to extend the same courtesy to us.
Spectre:Good. I have come to inform you that our safest holding is in Witchwood. It is the safest territory we have availiable. Gather up all the balverines here and lets head to the stronghold to plan out our next step.
Whitefoot:Weve been trying to get out of these damned woods for a while now. Theres a reason we havent escaped.
Spectre:Hm? Why's that?
Whitefoot:You are naturally aware of the deadly effect Silver has on us..Well, the humans have found a way to control us. Silver Nitrate...Rather than making it into weaponry, they found out that they can actually burn it in torches. Making the air highly poisonous to us in the vicinity of the torch. Although the humans havent expanded to our portion of the woods, they have placed silver nitrate torches throughout the forest. And even sprayed some on plants and minerals...They placed it all around these woods. The area influenced by silver nitrate is too large for us to leap over, and were isolated in this portion of the woods, and our territory is getting filled with more toches by the day. They arent brave enough to come out here, but eventually our fortune will run out.
Spectre:I see. That must have been what caused the demise of one of my recently "recruited" balverines...The fog of silver is quite thick within these woods, far above the jumping range of the average balverine.
Whitefoot:Hrrm..
Spectre:I found out that I'm quite resistant to the silver nitrate infesting the woods. Perhaps I can destroy them and clear us a path.
Whitefoot:That could work...Though it may take some time, and are you sure you can endure inhaling so much of it? Not to mention your terrible injury.
Spectre:Hrrm..You have a point.
Whitefoot:..There is a way we could get past them though. Our cave has numerous underground tunnels, some of which lead to outside the woods. They were old tunnels that made convinient routes to our old hunting grounds, but chances are we'll pop up right in the middle of a human settlement at this time. The only one of us who knows what tunnels to journey through is our pack leader, Garm.
Spectre:Garm?
Whitefoot:The Balverine who ruled us while you were absent. He stood valiantly against the humans and heroes who tried to take our forests, but he and many of our members were captured. We have been told through his link of the Pack Mind that he is still alive within the silver mines in the Silverpine settlement. Most of the balverines were caged and taken to who-knows were...
Spectre:I'm going to rescue him.
Whitefoot:Be wary, although Silverpine village is small, they are armed. Chances are Garm is going to be heavily guarded.
Spectre:I'll make sure that we arent caught. Once I have him out, we will go through the tunnels and escape to Witchwood.
Whitefoot:Good luck, My lord. And Godspeed.
Spectre runs into the forest, heading towards the village.
Meanwhile, in Bowerstone.
Fsoi:*has a nice pile of bodies forming around her* Come on! Is this all you got?!
Guard:This girl must be a hero! I've never seen such indominable will!
Hero:*charges at Fsoi, weilding a rather fancy looking warhammer, only to get slaughtered after a head-stab*
Guard2:Were not going to be able to beat her..We need Piemaster!
Guard:Bloody Brilliant! I'll send a messenger right now!
Fsoi:...Pie Master?
Meanwhile, in Bowerstone Old Market.
There is a short(4'8), but very muscular man with a glorious italian moustache wearing exotic warpaint and a suit of red and white armor on...Making pies at a bakery stand.
??:*tosses a lump of dough on a table, rolling it out in a perfect circle in a few rapid strokes of a rolling pin, places it on a pie dish, and puts in in an oven*
PieMistress:Thats one hell of a pie.
??:*creates another one at an even quicker pace, putting it in the oven*
Piemistress:Pie of the day, I reckon.
??:*makes another flawless pie crust in rapid movement, putting it in the oven*
Piemistress:Pie of the Decade?! Only time will tell...
??:*rapidly works on another one, and gets to the last roll just as..*
Guard:PIEMASTER!
Piemaster:?!*accidentally trips, breaking his rythem and sending the rolling pin flying miles into the sky*
Piemistress:Hey! That was my favorite rolling pin!
Piemaster growls, he speaks in a deep, angry british voice.
Piemaster:...*clenches his fist*That. Was my. Nine-hundred and Ninty-ninth. Damn level 5 pie. In a damn perfect row.*begins glowing with white will tatoos, as the air vibrates* I was going to break my OLD RECORD!!!
Guard:Relax, piemaster. You already have more gold than nearly any Albion Aristocrat. And thats with the king charging a 80% income tax on you!
Piemaster:ITS NOT THE BLOODY GOLD I CARE ABOUT YOU GIT! I cannot truly live up to my name as Piemaster until I make 1000 pies in a row! You just shattered history!
Guard:Theres some super-powered girl in the industrial area slaughtering heroes and guards! We need the help of a true hero!
Piemaster:*punches down on the pie stand, utterly pulverizing it, then gets up* Were is the bitch?! I'll crush into paste and use her flesh as ingredients for my 1000th pie! maybe use her skull as a crust and skin as a topping, with a rich, gutty filling...
Guard:Errm, right then! I'm going to....Do what guards do.*grabs a magazine wrapped in plastic and walks into a nearby lavoratory*Hmmm, Big Bessie..
Piemaster:*gets up and prepares to walk away*
Piemistress:*points at the pile of splinters* Your going to have to pay for that.
The Piemistress suddenly explodes due to an explosive fireball.
Piemaster:*blows the tip of his finger like a gun, then drops a small sack of gold on her ashes* 2000 gold, should cover murder. *walks off to duel Fsoi, armed with his legendary pin, Excalaroll.(788 base damage, two sharpening augmentations, a chef augmentation, and a peircing. Appearance is a basic wood rolling pin with a holy, blue aura and sigils. Said to have been used in the preparation of enough pies to feed all of Albion. it was crafted by the gods to be given to a savior that would use its power to invent a nutritious, low calorie pie that tastes just as good and filling as the diabetically lethal regular ones.)
The weilder uses a greatmace fighting stance.
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Post by Shadow Scryer on Jun 26, 2011 9:02:53 GMT -6
Later;
Fsoi: *Stabs a hero through the sternum and rips up through his head. Looks at the surrounding guards* Come on!
Piemaster: STAND DOWN!
The guards flee at the presence of ... "piemaster".
Piemaster: So. You're the bitch who interrupted my pie making spree.
Fsoi: I... what?
Piemaster: *Draws his rolling pin* My name is Piemaster, and believe me when I say I WILL use you as ingredients for my thousandth pie, come hell, high water or my own death!
Fsoi: *Swallows nervously* Erm, well I didn't mean to disrupt you, so-
Piemaster: No! Now are you going to come quietly, or am I going to drag your corpse to the pie stand myself?
Fsoi: Getting eaten isn't on my list of things to do in this life, sorry.
Hero: *Gapes* He's a psychopath!
Guard: Run! Get out of his sight until he's killed her!
Piemaster: Well then. *Launches a fireball*
Fsoi: *Dodges, quickly pressurises some of the moisture in the air and fires it. She's never used this technique before however, so she misses horribly but catches the top end of Excalaroll, disintegrating it on impact*
Piemaster: *Stares at the end of his weapon with mounting fury* *Swings it horizontally*
Fsoi: *Has her back against a building and ducks under the strike. Upon rising, she sees that the building has been cut, not torn away like she expected* But... I don't... How did... huh?
Piemaster: Clever tongue you've got hey girl?
Fsoi: But it makes no sense! That thing's massive and let's not forget, COMPLETELY LACKING A BLADE! How can it cut that finely?!
Piemaster: *Smirks and shows her the augmentations*
Fsoi: *Stabs with her left claws*
Piemaster: *Brings his weapon up faster than what should be possible*
Fsoi: *Looks at the severed claws* Ehehe... um... time?
Piemaster: *Smirks* Ingredients.
Fsoi: *Desperately begins controlling both wind and water. The sky has darkened and the nearby river begins raging*
Piemaster: *Doesn't notice and kicks her against a wall, where she slumps* Goodbye girl. *Raises Excalaroll* Any last words
Fsoi: *Stabs him in the nuts with her remaining claws*
Piemaster: *Eyes widen and screams seven octaves higher than he usually would. The scream is literally heard through all of Alvion*
Fsoi: *Gets up* Actually, I do cannibal. *Raises her hands and a cyclone of wind and water erupts from the river, consuming Piemaster, all the neerby heros and guards and the occasional unfortunate citizen.* Hurricane!
The cyclone turns incredibly sharp and decimates everyone inside. Then it crashes back into the lake, forces everything left to the bottom and crushes it.
Fsoi: Ha... haha... *Collapses, exhausted. Both her intact and broken weapon strapped to her hands and Excalaroll beside her*
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Post by Spectre on Jul 2, 2011 2:52:42 GMT -6
In Silverpines village.
Spectre peers from a tree, glaring down at every building, citizen, and any potential hazard in the area.
Spectre:Hmph.
Citizen:Ugh, I cant believe all the guards and heroes here left to go and persue that albino girl.
Citizen2:I'm bloody terrified, without guards I'm scared that horrid Balverine down in the silver mines is going to break out and kill us all!
Citizen:Dont worry, the silver mines have it utterly crippled. It's not going anywere. And with all the silver nitrate we have about, we dont have to worry about any Balverine attacks.
Citizen:Your right. I guess its just this forest, the atmosphere at night gives me the willies.
The two citizens walk off.
Spectre:*sniffs the air* Blegh.
Spectre stealthily crawls into the mines.
He swiftly creeps through the tunnel, evading any of the workers. He eventually comes upon a large, iron cage surrounded by silver nitrate lamps.
Spectre:..*whispers* Garm!
Garm:Hmmm? Ahh, Master. Your here. I was wondering when you would show up.
Spectre:Hurry up and get out of there, we have to go.
Garm:Hmmm..Whats the situation outside?
Spectre:Everyone is distracted. The only thing we have to worry about are the villagers, and since its night most of them are in bed.
Garm:Hahaha. Excellent. *punches the roof off of his cage and leaps out* I had to imitate weakness to fool the guards around here. I didnt leave for the fear that I would be followed back to the caves and get everyone else in trouble.
Garm is a tall(A bit higher than the whites), well-toned, rather thick-maned Black-furred Balverine. His skin has a mild bluish tint and he has green eyes as opposed to the usual yellow or white.
Garm:Well, Master. How about a good slaughter. Without any guards, these workers would be easy pickings.
Spectre:Were not killing anyone without good reason. *leaps onto the ceiling* Now come on. *begins crawling out of the cage*
Garm:*sighs* It seems what I detected in the pack mind was true, what has come over you?
Spectre:I've been thinking alot lately, about what weve been doing. Weve harmed countless people over an old grudge, most of which that had nothing to do with offending us.
Garm:I take it's that old comrade of yours. I dont see why you dont just kill him.
Spectre:Yes, it was him. But he didnt change my mind through force.
The two exit the cavern and begin leaping through the forest.
Spectre:He did it with simple reasoning. Hes right, all of the humans that have offended us in hte past are dead.
Garm:Pft, the past? Look at what they're doing now. Our once beautiful Albion has been reduced to a smog-filled industry. Nearly all of us have been killed by them after you demanded us not to kill any "innocent" ones.
Spectre:Hm. Lets keep moving.
Garm:You've utterly changed, master. Your being pacifist...What happened to the beast of legend who would feast upon mountains of freshly mauled human corpses at once?
Spectre:Hes been shown a new outlook on life.
Garm:One thats going to get us all killed..
The two arrive at the Balverine cave, Whitefoot is eagerly waiting at the entrance.
Whitefoot:Well! That was fast.
Garm:Yes. We just headed on over here.
Spectre:Garm, you know how to get to Witchwood from underground, right?
Garm:Of course I do.
Spectre:Lead these Balverines to Witchwood and seal off the tunnels behind you, I'll leap there myself.
Garm:Fair enough.
The Balverines head down into the cave, Spectre turns around and faces the direction of Witchwood, but suddenly time stops around him and a portal opens.
Spectre walks into it cautiously, he arrives at a long path with numerous gates blocking the way. There is a large castle at the end.
Spectre:Hm..
??:My, so you've finally returned.
Spectre:Who are- wait..That voice...*narrows his eyes*
??:You might recall me when I gave you that message some time ago, through your friends.
Spectre:Huh? Oh. That. I never took it that seriously.
??:You've become very lax in your time outside of your prinny prison. I'm quite suprised at you.
Spectre:Yeah? So I changed.
??:The reason I gave you that message, was because Albion would need a new ruler. And you would be ideal, or, atleast would have been.
Spectre:"Would have been"?
??:The path to become a ruler is long and dangerous. It requires action, not pacifism.
Spectre:I have no interest in becoming "king". I just want to rescue my brethren.
??:Oh, do you?...Then what will you do after that? What will you do to prevent this from happening again?
Spectre:I...*silence*
??:With Garm as an ally, you have taken the first step towards power. He is one of your oldest Balverines, having been with you since the days of old. Although he may express scepticism, he is willing to give his life for you still after you rescued him and his brothers from human hunters so many years ago. His other brothers are scattered around Albion still, trying to defend their territories. You will not be able to go at them alone, not in your condition.
The area begins to fade.
Spectre:W-wait! How do you know all this? And furthermore why would you want a Balverine on the throne?!
Spectre is engulfed in a blinding light, he awakens on the shore of Witchwood.
Spectre:...*gets up*...*looks to the forest*.....Action, eh....No, I cant go back to being what I once was...
Balverine:Master! You did it! Garm and his group are here! *runs into the forest* Come on! We have to plan our next course of action!
Spectre:Alright, I'm right behind you.
Spectre follows the balverine into the forest.
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Post by Spectre on Jul 2, 2011 22:42:19 GMT -6
In Silverpines village.
Spectre peers from a tree, glaring down at every building, citizen, and any potential hazard in the area.
Spectre:Hmph.
Citizen:Ugh, I cant believe all the guards and heroes here left to go and persue that albino girl.
Citizen2:I'm bloody terrified, without guards I'm scared that horrid Balverine down in the silver mines is going to break out and kill us all!
Citizen:Dont worry, the silver mines have it utterly crippled. It's not going anywere. And with all the silver nitrate we have about, we dont have to worry about any Balverine attacks.
Citizen:Your right. I guess its just this forest, the atmosphere at night gives me the willies.
The two citizens walk off.
Spectre:*sniffs the air* Blegh.
Spectre stealthily crawls into the mines.
He swiftly creeps through the tunnel, evading any of the workers. He eventually comes upon a large, iron cage surrounded by silver nitrate lamps.
Spectre:..*whispers* Garm!
Garm:Hmmm? Ahh, Master. Your here. I was wondering when you would show up.
Spectre:Hurry up and get out of there, we have to go.
Garm:Hmmm..Whats the situation outside?
Spectre:Everyone is distracted. The only thing we have to worry about are the villagers, and since its night most of them are in bed.
Garm:Hahaha. Excellent. *punches the roof off of his cage and leaps out* I had to imitate weakness to fool the guards around here. I didnt leave for the fear that I would be followed back to the caves and get everyone else in trouble.
Garm is a tall(A bit higher than the whites), well-toned, rather thick-maned Black-furred Balverine. His skin has a mild bluish tint and he has green eyes as opposed to the usual yellow or white.
Garm:Well, Master. How about a good slaughter. Without any guards, these workers would be easy pickings.
Spectre:Were not killing anyone without good reason. *leaps onto the ceiling* Now come on. *begins crawling out of the cage*
Garm:*sighs* It seems what I detected in the pack mind was true, what has come over you?
Spectre:I've been thinking alot lately, about what weve been doing. Weve harmed countless people over an old grudge, most of which that had nothing to do with offending us.
Garm:I take it's that old comrade of yours. I dont see why you dont just kill him.
Spectre:Yes, it was him. But he didnt change my mind through force.
The two exit the cavern and begin leaping through the forest.
Spectre:He did it with simple reasoning. Hes right, all of the humans that have offended us in hte past are dead.
Garm:Pft, the past? Look at what they're doing now. Our once beautiful Albion has been reduced to a smog-filled industry. Nearly all of us have been killed by them after you demanded us not to kill any "innocent" ones.
Spectre:Hm. Lets keep moving.
Garm:You've utterly changed, master. Your being pacifist...What happened to the beast of legend who would feast upon mountains of freshly mauled human corpses at once?
Spectre:Hes been shown a new outlook on life.
Garm:One thats going to get us all killed..
The two arrive at the Balverine cave, Whitefoot is eagerly waiting at the entrance.
Whitefoot:Well! That was fast.
Garm:Yes. We just headed on over here.
Spectre:Garm, you know how to get to Witchwood from underground, right?
Garm:Of course I do.
Spectre:Lead these Balverines to Witchwood and seal off the tunnels behind you, I'll leap there myself.
Garm:Fair enough.
The Balverines head down into the cave, Spectre turns around and faces the direction of Witchwood, but suddenly time stops around him and a portal opens.
Spectre walks into it cautiously, he arrives at a long path with numerous gates blocking the way. There is a large castle at the end.
Spectre:Hm..
??:My, so you've finally returned.
Spectre:Who are- wait..That voice...*narrows his eyes*
??:You might recall me when I gave you that message some time ago, through your friends.
Spectre:Huh? Oh. That. I never took it that seriously.
??:You've become very lax in your time outside of your prinny prison. I'm quite suprised at you.
Spectre:Yeah? So I changed.
??:The reason I gave you that message, was because Albion would need a new ruler. And you would be ideal, or, atleast would have been.
Spectre:"Would have been"?
??:The path to become a ruler is long and dangerous. It requires action, not pacifism.
Spectre:I have no interest in becoming "king". I just want to rescue my brethren.
??:Oh, do you?...Then what will you do after that? What will you do to prevent this from happening again?
Spectre:I...*silence*
??:With Garm as an ally, you have taken the first step towards power. He is one of your oldest Balverines, having been with you since the days of old. Although he may express scepticism, he is willing to give his life for you still after you rescued him and his brothers from human hunters so many years ago. His other brothers are scattered around Albion still, trying to defend their territories. You will not be able to go at them alone, not in your condition.
The area begins to fade.
Spectre:W-wait! How do you know all this? And furthermore why would you want a Balverine on the throne?!
Spectre is engulfed in a blinding light, he awakens on the shore of Witchwood.
Spectre:...*gets up*...*looks to the forest*.....Action, eh....No, I cant go back to being what I once was.
Balverine:Master! You did it! Garm and his group are here! *runs into the forest* Come on! We have to plan our next course of action!
Spectre:Alright, I'm right behind you.
Spectre follows the balverine into the forest.
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