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Revan Maxwell Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:49 pm
The stench of decay suffocated the air. Neither beast of land nor fowl of the air could escape death's aroma. Neither did they dare approach it. Not the scavengers nor the desperate beasts, for they could sense a sinister presence at the epicenter of the generous feast. Far and wide, the signs of Apocalypse reached out from within a smoking city. Gray smoke rose like snakes from their wholes, slithering skyward where they congregated, converged, and spread across a sanguine sky. Something vile had to be residing in that city if the heavens themselves bleed. What forsaken creature, ungodly beast, could taint the earth so greatly and leave the air thick with the taste of blood?
A red river slowly flowed down the cobblestone street, vessels of skin and chunks of flex floating down it's bends, some being carried off into silent house downstream, while most would eventually pool at the bottom of the hillside village. The river came to congregation around a grand fountain, seemingly untainted by even the faintest drop of death. The waters were clear, glistening in what hints of evening sun graced its surface. The architect of the statue was angelic, and the over all theme ethereal. Fine granite formed the outer walls of the wellspring. While the inner well was skillfully set in deftly decorated tile. At the center a female angle stood, her hands lovingly outstretched towards the heart of the town. Crystalline water poured out from beneath her granite sleeves and into the pool below like ribbons, pouring blessing out for the city to behold and indulge in. How black the humor was that day, as this sweet face smiled out upon a destroyed skyline.
Perched upon the massive woman's wing was a figure whose form so vastly contradicted her own. In the the stead of white granite drapes, the being donned a black jacket. Instead of chiseled feathers of weathered light gray, arrows of night ruffled in the soft blowing wind. The dark skinned creature sneered down at the pool of blood, unsure on how to receive the view of his newly created red moat against the virgin waters of the goddess's pool.
This creature, this being, he had a face like another. It took the shape of a hero. But yet, by the dried lines of blood caked around his lips, it was obvious this man was no hero to this town. Was this Revan Maxwell. Could this truly be the soft spoken hero of old?
Slolwy, a hand rose and touched the red glass piece that covered left eye, Maxwell's demonic eye, the reminder of his eternal curse. Using the index finger alone, the Eryien vampire caressed it with tender care, being careful not to nudge it, in fear it would fall into the depths of the clean well below. Slowly, more fingers graced the cold surface until finally the whole hand took grasp of the monocle. Revan removed the monocle and tossed away into the sea of blood, not even sparing it the attention to listen to it as it plucked under the slowly swaying tide.
Maxwell squatted down on the stone angel's wing, his frown turning to a wry smirk. He turned his head towards the sun, and the fading golden rays struck his demonic eye. Where normally an ashen whole would be, a red cat's orb was set ablaze brilliantly by the sun, giving it a devilish glow that matched the equally devilish and matching right orb.
This was not Revan.
No Revan was but a humble servant of a bigger plan.
This was a something different. Not a person but a God. A god of destruction and death. Of darkness.
This was Adon Galra, the beast within Revan Maxwell. And he had finally found his way out of imprisonment. But for how long would he be allowed to roam in control of his host this era? And who would be the one, or one's to put him back again.
Or maybe, Maxwell would be doomed to die this day by the hands of one who simply wished to silence Adon's evil ways once and for all.
(That's right. I'm bringing out Adon. One of my cheapest, and OP characters I've ever had the indecency of allowing to remain in creation. And he will have ALL of his powers at his disposal. Dare you challenge me in my moment of rage. And dare you challenge Adon at the peak of his power?
Those of little creativity dare not present themselves. Because my mind is swimming with tactics, and I do not plan on going light.)
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 3:19 am
I feel like being Destroyed, Let's throw Domon in. I'll post tonight.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 7:04 pm
Domon knew this was dangerous. The place reeked of death. Destruction was obvious. The blood running in rivers through the street stuck to his boots, just right, to make a squelch each time he lifted and dropped his feet. Domon breathed in the reek of blood, and could almost taste the metallic liquid on his own tongue. He smirked wildly. The taste was familiar, pleasant. Like one of those things you remember from you childhood, and take with you through life. Domon knew this was dangerous, but this is the sort of place where people, cursed as he was, thrived.
With that smirking lip, Domon stepped into where the fountain was. It was perfect, serene, and the center of calm in this city of death. Domon knew something was up, and that the person responsible was here. The smell only got more potent here, and the energy of the place betrayed it's benefactor. Only a simpleton wouldn't check her first. Ever the one to want a fight, this is where Domon ran too, with boots squelching in protest against the stick river running through every street.
Hesaw the man a moment later. Wings sprouted from his back, and a trench coat covered the rest. His face was smeared with dried blood. Domon let his smirk disappear, replacing it with a frown and a raised eyebrow. The guy looked like some sort of old timey hero, the kind of guy who pushed for the good of the world until he died, or some s**t. The perfect word for it was God Slayer. This guy looked like he had taken on the worst of it, and just now, had finished up. He was evil now, something else. The only thing Domon could guess at was the guy had snapped, and his once good powers had broken, corrupted, and turned Evil. Pure, evil. The guy gave off that vibe.
" Who the hell're you? " Came Domon's voice, before he pulled out the long blade at his side. A stylized Katana, with out a hand guard. Light in the mans hands, but heavy in most others. Twas the mark of a swordsman, in his opinion. Domon couldn't help but scowl towards the man, reclining as he was atop the fountain's centerpiece.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 10:50 am
(Mind makin this a 3-way battle? I feel I've neglected gaia far too long. Need to get back into it.)
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Destrukktokonn Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:26 am
I'd be happy to have you join.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 11:23 am
Tye strolled into the destroyed and bloody city. It had been a while since had seen destruction of that magnitude. Seeing the destruction excited him in a weird way, he knew whatever had done it was strong, and he was bored. Usually those two things were not a good combination since his boredom could result in all manner of badness, usually for whoever he decided to take his bored frustrations out on. A slight look of annoyance spread across his face when he stepped into a dip in the rood that had pooled with blood and got his pants wet. He sighed in frustration and continued to walk further towards the center of the disaster, wading through the blood ridden streets.
As he approached the large statue within the city, he was able to catch a glimpse of two large, black, and curiously familiar bird wings. Granted, bird wings looked the same and he himself used to have a pair, but something struck him about these. His curiosity didn't serve to make him walk any faster, but it did heighten his excitement. Did he know the person that caused this. It looked like it could've been Shadow's work, but Shadow didn't have wings, so that was stupid. He reached the statue, finally deciding that there was no point in trying not to mess his pants with blood. He shrugged it off and looked up towards the body the wings belonged to. He raised a curious brow seeing Revan sitting on top of the statue. Why would Revan cause all of this? It wasn't his style. Upon further inspection, he noticed the lack of monocle on Revan's eye and smirked. That wasn't Revan at all, well, kinda. It was Adon, someone he had thought was dealt with a long time ago, but still someone he always wanted to fight, no matter how crazy people told him he was.
Never one to do things subtly, Tye prepared to start the fight right then and there, but noticed another person in the area. One that was still alive that was. Was he in on it? Did he help, or was he the one that set Adon loose? These were all questions a more rational person would mull over. Tye was not that person. "Yo Adon! Let's go!" Tye shouted, ever the instigator, his voice filled to the brim with pride and arrogance. In a quick, fluid motion, Tye crouched down, grabbing his right katana from its hilt with his right hand and reverse drew it, the pinky side of his clenched fist placed firmly against the hilt guard. In the same motion as the draw, Tye slashed across, bringing his arm all the way across his body and sending out a small, nearly invisible, but white hot stream of fire from the tip of his katana through the midsection of the statue Adon sat on. The fire stream cut it at an angle that would have the statue slide forward and then fall face forward. That would get Adin's attention. Tye smiled at his work, standing back straight, holding the katana so the dull end is pressed up against his arm, his second katana still hanging on his left side. He kept a wary eye out for the other guy, but not so much so that it would hinder his enjoyment of the fight. Who knew, maybe the other guy would try and fight him too.
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Destrukktokonn Vice Captain
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Revan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:13 am
The winged vampire lifted his head, the sound of thick steps catching his ear. There was someone left in this city? Alive? No this could not be. He had checked every house, every store. The wells and the stables. Nowhere was safe from his feeding frenzy. No where but the outside. Dull red orbs trailed the source of the sound as it neared the fountain, Adon taking not of this newcomer long before this stranger's eyes even began to survey the grand sculpture on which he perched. Huffing softly, he crossed his arms over his breast as he raised himself to standing height. The creature, lowly in the demon man's eyes, finally caught sight of him. Where he not a stickler for theatrics and paid closer homage to his hosts tactful procedures, this thing that dared lift a sword towards him might have already been dead.
Indeed not his style. The winged man scuffed as he walked the wing, still surveying his soon to be prey with an look utter disdain. His expression dropped further as a familiar voice grated against his ears, one he knew well through Maxwell. "Tye," the chaotic god sneered as he turned to glower at the hot-headed phoenix. He watched the the boy draw his blade and cut at the air, sending the massive wave of fire towards what was obviously a statue. What a great scare tactic that would have been were the slash aimed for something vital such as his body. Instead, the flashy assailant severed the angel statue in two. Adon simply stood as the stone beneath him plummeted to the ground. He, however, stayed perfectly still, suspended in the air by seemingly a platform that simply did not exist.
The vampiric Eryien scuffed at the wasted effort. With a simple sigh, he dropped his hands, placing them upon the weapon's belt as if to pull one of Maxwell's signature armaments. The black diamond rapier. Or maybe the iconic slinger blades, weapons of the host's own personal design. No... he wasn't reaching for the weapons. His finger took hold of the buckle, undoing the hook and sliding the leather off his body before allowing the weapons, deeply precious to Revan Maxwell the God Killer, to simply fall towards the sea of blood. "Stupid trinkets," Adon muttered matter of factly as he held his hand up as if grasping a handle. Darkness slithered from the opening, winding, twisting, and splitting in random sporadic fashions. At the same time, they remained contained in a specif space, filling in a defined shape like black ink being poured into a shaped glass. In moments, the black tendrils formed the shape of a massive, double-edged, wide zanbato. At the end of the foot-long hilt was a large ring, the opening big enough for someone like Adon to effortlessly his his arm through all the way to the shoulder. Near the top and bottom of the blade itself were two holes of equal size to the rings diameter.
Still standing in place, the vampire addressed the unfamiliar face first, treating Tye as the lesser of the two cretins he shouldn't have to co-exist with. "I am Adon Galra, a god of Darkness and the Night," he told the mysterious man. "And I will be your executioner for the day. Just like you will be my meal before the end of this night."
(Sorry it took so long to respond back. Anyways, I hope you guys are ready for a world of "You're a d**k" ness in all it's non-Cade fashion homo-sax-uality. You know, the unmanly kind because he does not proudly don Old Spice on a daily basis like me. )
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 1:25 pm
Domon only sneered at the newcomer. Another swordsman, by the looks of him. Domon knew that would only make the soon to come battle more difficult for someone like him. It was going to be a free for all, because hell if Domon decided to work with another soul. ******** that s**t. He only scoffed, along with Adon, at the attack. A simple wave of fire. What the hell? Did he expect to get some sort of surprise out of that, or did he really think some cheap a** trick was going to work? The demon could only shake his head, letting his eyelids drop over suddenly heavy eyes. Whatever.
Domon's interest was piqued when he dropped his weapons. To him, that immediate action was a sign of disrespect. If you faced a swordsman, you used a sword. That was how s**t went down. Domon's face screwed up in anger, as he watched the sword belt drop into the sea of blood, still flowing around their feet. The anger didn't melt away when the winged man created a huge sword to do battle with, either. That was wrong. If you had a damned good weapon in the first place, why abandon it for some huge s**t? What was wrong with this guy? The prospect perplexed Domon on a base level. He had gone through scores of weaponry, trying to find one that his rage could be channeled through and remain stable. Until he had found the sword in his hands, Domon had simply resorted to using his bare hands. It was painful for the born-again swordsman to use anything but a sword, but the warrior and the demon in him demanded blood nonetheless.
The man addressed him immediately. Adon Galra was his name. It was as unfamiliar as the rest of him was. Nothing about any legends or the like spoke out to Domon. All he knew was that this guy had killed an entire city. that took a certain skill, even if it was simple mortals they were dealing with. Domon barked his challenge up to the man in response. already, his rage was growing from those words, and a moment earlier from the Winged man dropping the weapons on his hip. " You gonna kill me!? " He barked out, spittle flying out from in between pointed teeth and thin lips. " I wanna see ya' try, b***h. " Domon released the hold on his rage. Immediately, black energy flowed from the blackened arm in which he held his blade. His left arm, covered in black skin, radiated this energy. His left eye as well, simply gushed this malice from within his body. Malice was a good word to describe it. The mixture of rage, with edges of fear and hatred, tempered within a soul's own forge. The term ' Black Rage ' was known to some, and the people who fell under it's influence would find themselves overcome by the anger, and wake up later to find out they had committed black, horrible deeds. This same energy was born within Domon, and the Demon residing side by side with his own soul was formed from it, and it pushed itself through on the left side of his body. With a animal like growl, this energy seeped from Domon's lips as a liquid, joining with his saliva filled mouth. He bent low, and it dripped down, mixing with the blood bellow all three of the fighters.
Domon began simply. He dashed forwards, his booted feet clawing at the slippery ground. He met the fountain's edge within three seconds, and as soon as he reached there, a leg rose to push off from the edge. A normal human would have gotten nowhere. Domon had abandoned the ideal of being a normal human long ago. This black rage, with now overtook the warriors mind, drove his body past physical limits. His muscle bulged and strained, and Domon was airborne a moment later, his simple Katana gleaming. From within the black hand he held it in, black liquid crawled over the steel, causing steam to rise from it's clean surface. As Domon closed in, coming from a slight upwards angle to the winged man, he threw his entire movement into twisting his abdomen down, and bringing his left arm overtop his own body, and the razor edge towards Adon Galra. His mind completely expected the blow to hit, while in reality, such an outwards attack would rarely hit home. Nevertheless, Rage pushed men to do horrid things, even if that meant throwing their very souls down the toilet to go where they belonged.
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Revan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 4:32 pm
The dark-skinned vampire's face contorted into a vile smirk. Apparently, he had struck some deep nerve. What about him discarding Maxwell's weapons could have him so riled that he would lash out at him in such a haphazard manner? The aged God didn't know, but he would be damned if he let such an easy opportunity to take the upper hand in a fight pass. In the same passing seconds this strange creature began his assault, the winged beast brought his sword hand forward, causing the strange, massive blade to rotate. His hand was removed a second later, only for his once free hand to come across his chest, grip the hole in blade, using it as a sort of makeshift handle as he gave the sword another strong spin. By the time Domon was airborne and his body now gripped by the horrors of physics, it would have become apparent what tactic Adon was employing.
Momentum. It is a powerful force, one which, if mastered, could be and even greater asset than the use of pure strength. Adon had a mastery of this concept, and he boasted a herculean amount of strength, two things Domon would soon discover from his ill conceived tactic.
The large sword was given one final swing as the handle came back around, , this time, however, the center hole(counting the one at the handle and the two in the sword), was grabbed, making the weapon spin idly about so that the blade would not be the committed retaliating end. Instead, as the sword came back around, Galra grab the upper blade whole and directed the swinging handle down towards the the smaller sword.
The god knew physics were on his side. His weapon was larger and heavier. Not only was he apply his own vampiric strength to the this strike, but the weapon was carrying with it, it's own free momentum. Most importantly, the part by which would strike the smaller weapon, was on of the smallest points on the whole weapon. All the force would be focused on said smallest point. While the red eyeed demon doubted he'd win with an opening strike that would shatter most common blades to shards on impact, he expected this now black and steaming katana as well as its wielder to be blown backwards into the sea of red.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 4:57 pm
Domon's attack was in vain, as reality dictated. The two weapons met, and the two colossal strengths and momentum's met. Domon's own strength was on an increase due to his rage, and he had upper ground. Nevertheless, the simple Demon's strength wouldn't match that of this beings, and his eyes widened as the two blades met, and he was forced far back. The black liquid had by now hardened along the blade, increasing it's durability tenfold. The black carapace cracked deeply, and had Adon's weapon been of solid material, it probably would have done the same. The warrior was pushed down, and as he felt himself falling back, he tucked into tight roll. A moment later, Domon would land, showering himself with the blood running in waves, before rising back up. He breathed out hard, having held his breath to avoid having the wind knocked out of him.
He grit his teeth hard, biting down against an invisible substance. His cheeks knotted up with the muscle present, and immediately, Domon was moving, huffing out more curses along the way. " ********! " He challenged, before Running up, and to the side of the fountain this time. As he reached around the mid line, he turned suddenly, sliding on the slick ground. He used this momentum to hop quickly up and onto the raised part of the fountain, before once again jumping high into the air. With little forward momentum, it was little more than a jump. Nevertheless, Domon began a twirling movement as he rose in the air. By the time he reached Adon's height, he was finished with the initial Turn. He rose slightly higher, this time his twirl faster. Immediately, the black carapace upon his katana began to exude more black energy. This time, as he fell, Domon turned his entire weight into the turn. The black energy collected upon his blade, covering the black shell upon the sword. As the turn would end with Domon facing the winged man, he forced the black energy away from the blade, in a wide slash sort of attack. Said energy broke away from the katana, and became it's own large blast.
This sort of attack was odd, for a swordsman. The malice based energy wouldn't cut upon impacting with any foreign substance, instead it would just explode. With so little energy poured into it, by Domon's standards anyways, the Explosion was more a distraction, a small' ******** You ' and something to hint at his more powerful aspects. If Adon blocked with his own Zanbato, the blade would likely be pushed back against Adon's chest, and possibly push the man back a foot or two. Domon would end the attack by completing his turn fully, and falling back into the fountain, staining the water red around his body. He still dripped with the blood of the long dead, and this served to make the pure water marred by his jump. He chuckled as he landed, and the beauty of the water was perverted, and destroyed in that respect. By now, the black shell covering his blade had healed fully, leaving the smooth finish, and a razor edge.
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Destrukktokonn Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:31 pm
Tye chuckled a bit to himself as Adon avoided his opening move. He knew it wouldn't actually hit, if he was aiming for a finisher, then the town would be gone right now. Everyone was dead so he didn't really need to concern himself with casualties. Tye made for a forward movement as the other party to this fight went in to attack Adon. As far as Tye could tell from the other guy, he couldn't fly, so jumping in at a flying opponent who also had a heavier weapon was asking for a failed attack. Never-the-less, Tye new an opportunity when he saw one. In the seconds it would take for Domon to hit the ground, Tye ran forward and leaped into the air. His jump took him directly up at Adon, and as his feet left the ground, Tye launched a massive burst of fire from his soles, accelerating his ascent as Adon would ideally be settling from his last attack. At the speed Tye was ascending, Adon would need to redirect the blades momentum to meet the oncoming phoenix.
From the corner of his eye, Tye could see the other fighter, Domon, coming around for his retaliation, and could only guess they'd get in each others way. Not that Tye was opposed to the idea of fighting both, but the two of them clashing with each other in front of Adon would prove... Unpleasant to say the least. Tye built a pool of fire in his left hand, and stuck his hand straight out. The blast of fire sent him off to the right, and out of range of where Domon's sword, considering the size of the blade, would be. As Tye shot to the right, he brought his arm around so his left palm would be facing his right and launch him back towards Adon. The circular motion of the propulsion sent him spiraling back towards Adon.
As Tye was launched, spinning on his side, back at Adon, he swung his right arm around. From the entirety of his right arm, Tye increased the speed of his spin and the speed at which he was coming at Adon, his right blade, still backward in his hand. He closed the gap he made between himself and Adon and slashed down at the vampire. From the hilt of his sword, intense flames engulfed his sword, hot enough to melt the very metal the blades were composed of, which didn't bother Tye any as he solidified the flames around his blade. Using his control of fire, he extended the overall size of the blade and added that to the propulsion, increasing the speed of his slash, and thus the force and power behind it. The intense amount of force exerted from the phoenix's body would be enough to make any normal person lose control, but Tye was far stronger than he looked, and was able to maintain control over his own attack as he lashed down at the vampire. He knew Revan, and he had heard of Adon, this wouldn't be the end of the fight by a long shot, but ideally it would serve its intended purpose; Driving Adon to the ground.
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