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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:23 pm
This thread will contain all deaths that occur before joining the "Death Game". Please post it all here. wink
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:30 pm
Another mission.
Tanya looked at her watch, which--of course--wasn't really a watch at all. They never were any more. It should be an easy mission. Just an in and out recon operation.
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"98%. Almost done," Tanya whispered to herself as she typed away on the computer in front of her. "99%--come on!"
There was a noise behind her, and Tanya whirled around to face a black haired woman she had seen many times before.
"Morphea," Tanya was startled by her "aunt's" presense. Something felt wrong about it. "What are you doing here? Did something happen to Mother?"
Morphea said nothing, instead, she reached out her hand and wrapped it around Tanya's neck.
Confused and afraid, Tanya tried to cry out, but there was no air. She clawed at Morphea's hand, trying to pry the fingers open, but it was no use. Tanya struggled until she passed out. But Morphea did not stop there. She clenched her hand around Tanya's neck until finally, even her heart stopped.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:55 pm
The ball of energy was headed straight for Damion. So Ariel did the only thing she could think of. She pushed him out of the way and was vaporised.
Damion turned, shocked. There was nothing left of her. She was gone.
There was no way he could live without Ariel. There was no way he could live without the only one who ever loved him, the only one he ever loved.
Drawing his sword, he drove it though his heart, ending this miserable life without her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:59 pm
It was night in the froniter, and a lone figure sat mounted on his horse. The horse was walking slowly through a medow, it was as if both the horse, and its owner had no where to go.
Night on the frontier meant one thing, that the creatures of the night were now awake. They stired about hunting for food, however small or migre the meal. The figure tugged on the reins of his horse slightly, and the horse moved to the nearest tree.
He dismounted, and tied it to the lowest branch. " Outside again a......well it doesn't matter." This voice did not come from the figure, but from his left hand. Clearly this person was not human as one could tell when he turned around quickly as if to face someone.
(( note: left hand will be in red ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 6:55 pm
Morphea stood in front of the strange man, unflinching under his cold gaze. "I'm impressed you realized I was here," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, but with a tone of someone who could command undeath itself. Whether she could or not, would be a mystery.
She reached out her hand and in it a dagger flickered in the moonlight. It's dark blade had the stench of death about it.
"This Goddess has come to release you from your torment," she offered, but her tone betrayed her intent--maybe even on purpose.
((if that's not what you meant, please tell me, and I'll erase this post.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 7:29 pm
(( thats good D's life is nothing but torment ))
The young man said nothing to her only stood still he did not reach for his sword. " Careful......theres something not right about her....... " the voice came from the countence carbuncle. It had the ring of cautiousness to it. Indeed it was odd the way she reacted to this figure it was as if she was not moved, or stired by his unearthly beauty, or by his dark looming aura. Not even the strong secnt of blood which receded from the young man seemed to bother her. In the moon light one could see that a deadly battle was afoot.
" You know me?" The young man asked though his tone was one of emptyness.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:51 pm
"What the...." Then blood spilled.
A figure hidden in a trench coat could be seen moving through a large building. Equiped with an assault rifle and a combat knife, the image went through the floor killing most and leaving some. The some that were left he seemed to only chase. "It's The Punisher." One man yelled. "But why is he attacking this builing." The maniac continued killing the most and scaring the some. His plan was unknown, but it considered the usual. Killing the most, who are crimals, but it also had somthing to do with scaring the some, the innocent. The man was attacking, but not all. He just wanted it to appear to be all.
At the top of the building sat an obese man, with a cigar in his mouth. The man was dressed mostly white and had more of a professial look to him. "Castle" The man said to himself as he saw the figure on the cameras continue to move through his building, but for some reason he didn't make any progress to his office. "I know why you are here, but why are you insisting on chasing people out. It's like you want to make sure they leave instead of just telling them." Lighting the cigar he continued to think to himself. "You broke in this building last night and stole some really important documents. I didn't think you'll be back so soon."
Soon the building was empty, except for Castle, the white suited man, and the few body guards that are left. With this, Castle made his way to the office, gunning down the few men that were left and busting through the door. "Fisk I came for your life." The man who he called Fisk rosed from his seat and towered over the Castle. This was the finals showdown between The Punisher and The Kingpin.
(From now on Castle will be in red, and Fisk will be in green.)
Well what do we have here. The man who vows to destroy evil, yet is seen as a criminal
And the man who is a criminal, yet is seen as a saint.
Fisk closed his eyes for a moment and started to laugh. Touche Castle, but that's just how our legal system is. I can do whatever I want and none of it will leak out to the public as long as I have the money to cover it up. Fisk then put out his cigar and then turned back to face the man who came to kill him.
Funny isn't it Fisk. With most of your hired criminals being killed by me and other imprisoned by those soft hearted heros through out these years, your finally out of resources. That made this job so easy to pull. I doubt that body of yours can stand a full auto assault rifle can it? Before Fisk had a chance to respond, Castle unloaded the assault rifle into his nemesis until he could here the sound of clicking.
Fisk stood motionless, only with the look of shock on his face. Finally taking a breathe in, he started to laugh and exposed a vest under his suit. Like it? It's a new model that can easily stop armor piecing bullets. Before Castle could reload his gun, Fisk dashed up and slaped the gun out of his hands, and then using his massive fist, sent Castle half way through a wall with a single punch. I bet you think those documents you stole would be enough to expose me eh? Think again. After I kill you I'll hire more men to search and find them. I guess what they say is true, if you want somthing done right you have to do it yourself.
Before Fisk took his first step, Castle pulled out a detornater. I did more last night than steal some documents.
Fisk looked in shock. Castle, what the hell are you doing?
Taking care of evil. You see I set C4 all around this building last night. Why did you think I was in such of a hurry to make sure everyone was out. Nothing scares people out like a maniac with a gun.
No, you'll kill yourself in the process. I-I give up.Call the police, do whatever you want. Just don't push that button.
What so you can buy your way out like you always do. Yeah I'll be killed as well, but taking out the biggest crook in this era sounds very appealing. Also those papers? I sent them a few copies of them to some..... associates. With you gone, no one will bother protecting your reputation just because they like you. No... no one will. Some will even help expose you just to be pardoned. Your empire is going to fall. The only thing I regret is that neither of us will be alive to witness it.
Castle. No... I'll pay. Name your price. I'll make you my partner. I'll change.
Good by Fisk. Let's meet up in hell to settle a few things.
With that final word. Castle pressed the button and the whole building exploded, leaving almost everything to dust. The reign of The Kingpin was over, and Punishment was served.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:57 pm
"I do," the woman replied, ignoring his talking left hand entirely. "I've been watching you for some years now." She lowered her arm. "Long enough to know that the dangers of this world are not enough to end your suffering."
She dropped the knife on the ground. From where it hit, a small cloud of dust emerged, but when it settled, not a speck touched the knife itself.
"If you want to take up my offer, you need only drive that into your brain," she explained. "I suggest through the ear, unless you prefer the mouth."
She turned to leave.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 10:55 pm
(( wait I thought you were going to kill me? We have a fight then D dies he's not the type to take his own life, or he would have done that already.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 11:50 pm
A member of the local SWAT pivoted out from behind his cover as the giant of a man began to reload. He and his team were to eliminate the remnants of Millennion... no mercy. There was no cover for the opponent to hide behind as the team opened fire with their MP-5A's, but it seemed that the target had no intention of hiding. Instead he jumped in front of the man he was so set on killing.
"No, Brandon! Run! Leave me to die! I killed them, I killed them all! I even killed Maria." The wounded leader of Millennion shouted as Grave received wave after wave of lead for his childhood friend. The gunfire stopped and Grave slumped to his knees for a moment on the verge of death. His face was torn and cracking as his right arm slipped out of it's place and fell to the ground. The bullets had torn it off but there was no blood... Grave had no blood left to shed... no tears left to cry... the man he had just saved had taken them all along with everything he held dear... and yet Grave could not bring himself to kill his friend... he had sworn to end the reign of "Bloody Harry..." but he could not kill his partner.
Behind him, Grave heard the sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber of a sub-machine gun. The giant stood and spun around sending a large chunk of rubble into the face of one of his aggressors. The team or specialist turned to see their commander hit the dirt. By the time they had returned their attention to Grave he was already amongst the group limiting their ability to use their firearms.
A few moments latter a small girl rounded the corner of a building 50 yards away escorted by the head of the local law enforcement. What she saw was a scene straight our of a major war movie. Buildings and cars lay in ruins in the wake of the giants fury... but he was the friend of her mother. He had cared for her for almost a month now and he had never attacked anyone without a reason.
From the streets around the area another team moved into place and readied their weapons. "No... don't kill Brandon..." The police chief turned and stared at the young girl. "Who did you say that monster was?"
The young girl fell to her knees and screamed, "Please don't kill Brandon... Don't kill Brandon Heat!" It took the chief a moment to digest what he had heard. Brandon Heat was the top sweeper for "Big Daddy" during the first generation of Millennion. He was one of the most honest men "Big Daddy" had at his side and a respected man in every circle. "Brandon died ten years ago during the revolution of Millennion..."
The girl at the chief's feet just continued to weep as she watched the team move in. Both Brandon and Harry were already injured beyond the ability to fight back. The squad leader readied his rifle and his team followed. Tell those men to cease fire and pull back! Do it now! Jump between them if you have to!" Right as the chief finished giving his order an officer rushed to the radio and Mika looked up and gazed at her guardian. He was going to be okay... They were going to spare him.
Mika's joy was shattered by the roar of sub-machine guns. The team had not yet received the new order and opened fire. Both member of Millennion twitched and shuddered under the rain of lead. The young girl's scream was drowned out by the report of the guns. The chief of police cursed and quickly grabbed the girl trying to turn her away from the gruesome sight.
A moment later silence and dust filled the air. A man still stood amongst the dust and debris... Grave slowly walked over to his dying friend who had been shielded by the giant during the barrage. Then both men drew their guns pointing them at each others faces. "I will kill you again you b*****d..." They smiled weakly and squeezed the triggers on the pistols they had used when the first joined Millennion. "Sorry, Mika..." A shot rang out as both men pulled the triggers of their repeaters. Grave slumped to the side as his legs crumbled below him. As he fell the giant pivoted and turned toward his "Daughter."
When Brandon hit the ground so did Mika. The Cheif of police picked up and carried the sobbing child to his car. "He was smiling peacefully, wasn't he... He has finally been laid to rest, now he can be with everyone else he cared for. Just go to sleep. We will figure out the small stuff later..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 11:16 am
((React. If he doesn't do it himself, she'll do it.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 1:37 pm
D didn't glance at the dagger she droped he had no intentions of doing what she asked. But he suspected that she knew this he stood perfectly still like a statue. Not even the wind would move him. He watched as she walked away, and waited to see if she would make her move. " What are you waiting for......just kill her." D did not responed " I'm telling D this one is not like the others." Normally lefty did not say his name, it had a felling. " Dammnit do something before......"
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:57 am
The woman whirled around, her eyes narrowed. She stared at his hand and her nostrils flared.
Gracefully as a dove, but with the speed of the inhuman, she swept down, drew up the dagger, whirled around to his backside and drove it through the back of his head, targeting the seam of the skull.
The body fell lifeless.
"You were taking too long," she whispered coldly to D's corpse.
((I don't know the specks, but would the hand need to be killed separately?))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 7:07 am
(( mad yeah the hand needs to be killed seperatly, cause if not then it will revive him. I was expecting a fight but thats okay. I guarantee you will be fighting him agian.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 7:41 am
"SOMETHING'S WRONG!"
Krillo awakens in a cold sweat. Something doesn't feel right. Something is missing. Krillo looks around his grove to see if anything is in danger, if anything AT ALL is out of the norm.
Finding nothing at all, it finally hits him like a brick! "I Can't Sense Sekenre..."
Without skipping a beat, Krillo uses the powers that are his to speak to the Earth Mother. In the subtle dialect of Nature he is motionless and in a trance state.
"Mother where is he?"
"My child your heart is in pain and I have no answers to give you. The one you seek is not to be found; he has not returned to me. Use your heart. You KNOW where he is. Search for him in the Dream."
"He is on THE River. I cannot reach him there...unless i use the Dream. The Emerald Dream."
After a day of rushed preparation, Krillo is ready to perform the ritual that will connect him to the Earth, all living things, and even the dead if he so chooses. He had never wanted nor cared to see the dead...until now. Though Sekenre is NOT undead, Krillo knows he will be found with them.
The moon is high and all the preparations are completed. Krillo roots himself to Mother extending his being beyond his body. His breathing slows to a near stopping point. His limbs become rigid and bark over while his fingers and toes take root in the ground itself. With a final exhail Krillo's consciousness is release; he is free to search.
Time knows no meaning in this state, but to Killo, it seemed as if weeks of searching had past with no fruit borne of his efforts.
Out the corner of his eye, he sees a dark tendril from a greater aura and the presence he feels is not ENTIRELY alien to him.
"SEKENRE?" Krillo booms out, but with no response.
As the figure becomes more recognizable, the shape is of a woman.
"Who are you? *sniff* you are not undead *sniff* or its master...why can I see you then? I was not searching for YOUR kind. Leave me, I have other pressing matters to attend."
Krillo turns to leave but the figure is now in front of him
"Child, the one you seek is not here. You will never reach him if you are still bound to your body. Come PLAY!"
Without another word the figure makes a strange hand gesture and Krillo Feels the bindings that connect him to his body sever.
With the connection severed, his essence is bodiless and the roots are now permanent. There is no going back to that body...
For the material world, the realm that mortals live in, Krillo is Dead.
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