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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:23 pm
<<@Satomi: Hmm... ninja >>
@Pith: You're on your own there...you people wouldn't just randomly die, so Deity has to express his demonic character's bloodlust in the best way possible. =O Aaaand, please do know that this RP is more of a flashback... sweatdrop ....your character can be involved, but this takes place the day of/after Deity last transformed. Theee....23rd of October...Deity believes.>>
::Another loud crash, this time thicker and longer-lasting than the previous ones. A five-story building near the store crumbles to the ground in a cloud of debris and smoke, the impact sending a fierce wind in all directions, which shoves most of the spectators back into the store forcefully. The doors are slammed shut as well. The non-stop machine-gun pounding of the devil's footsteps as he runs echoes throughout the building walls, the outside view blocked by the thick cloud of dust, which stays outside, blocked by the somehow still-intact store windows.
Not much time passes before a cement truck is thrown through the smoke, becoming visible only a split second before it smashes through the store walls to Ichigo's right, crushing maybe six people on that side of the room and destroying numerous store racks. Rocks, fire, dust and the merchandise litter the floor. The truck skids about eight meters before coming to a slow halt, its gasoline tank revealed to be cracked and leaking onto the floor. The ten or so people previously trapped in the store begin to run hastily towards the new hole created by the large truck in order to escape the threat of an explosion.
They're interrupted as the demonic figure drops back down to the ground, a backdrop of fire and smoke behind him, melting the snow and casting an eerie silhouette. His feet stand a meter apart, his arms dangling in front of him as he cocks his head to the right, a broad smile plastered onto his face as he eyes the humans inside this room. His tail twitches ever so slightly to either side, his crimson red hair waving in the newly created wind from the flames. His black and red eyes circle around the room with twelve possible victims - including Ichigo - with the only exit being the back door from which the store recieves supplies. The front entrance is blocked by some hidden obstruction outside.::
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:29 pm
((That's fine. It explains why Epithany was so readily on Fierce's heels trying to restore the damage he wrought and helping people being terrorized. Though it kinda sucks, that I don't have access to some her newer spells and powers yet. Ah well.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:33 pm
Ichi screamed as soon as the truck hit the wall, smashing it into clutter of things inside, outside, and the wall fell to the ground. The Cold winter air suddenly became extremly hot dude to the fire everywhere. The snow nearby melted quickly, the blood leaking out pinkish mixing with the melted ice water. She fell backwards out of shock, not bothering to pick up her newly aquired items from shopping the whole day. Her cowering body began to steadly push herself backwards, her eyes focusing on the figure she could now easily see. It was like the devil, horrid eyes and flames all around. She shook, not out of coldness but of fear. She whimpered, glancing to look at the back delivery entrance and exit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:45 pm
((*wonders if this flashback would be a good time to introduce Kyle's Homunculi state* ninja ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:46 pm
(( ;O Yoyoyo... HOMIGAWD.
Duuuuuuuude. I should tell you. But I'll tell you later. xD ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:47 pm
Not a few yards from her position the city lay in the bowels of hell with a Demonic being at its epicenter. The putrid smell of destruction lay present in the air. Mixed with the snow falling from overhead was the light fluttering of ash those cremated alive by raging flames dotting carnage before her. Realizing the danger afoot she cursed inwardly those still inside the flower shop. Unbeknownst to her much of the individuals she had left behind were fleeing from the scene the flames spreading across the store fronts. Before her laid the twisted visage of a young man pinned against a wall by a car that was tossed aside like a toy.
What the hell is going on?
Summoning forth her staff she sighed disppearing into the now chaotic crowd. Strangely enough, admist the living hell stretching out before them, a number of individuals had taken to looting store fronts that had yet to be ravaged.
Crossing through the terrified masses she climbed atop a overturned car to get a better view of the oppressive force tearing apart the city before. Strangely the energy signature seemed familiar.
So much for quiet day on the town
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 7:56 pm
<<@UC: Bring it on... whee ...Deity wouldn't mind finishing fights he could've had inbetween Club Orion posts... =O>>
::The screams fill the beast's pointed ears and make his face twist further into a malicious grin, content with his current situation. Having slept for so long, it was a joy to be able to continue playing. Withot any sign of warning, the devil's face draws a blank, a stern, bored look on his face as he counts the people present outloud.::
...onne...two....three...fourr....
: biggrin ragging the words out in a sarcastic manner, the demon counts all twelve as slowly as he can. They're all ranging in youth, including one six year-old. They are mostly in their teens or twenties, though. A soft smirk appears on Fierce's face now, and he tilts his head back, his shoulders trembling with a brief fit of giggling.::
Keehee...heheekee...keheeh...
::Before he even completely silences himself he has rushed forth, throwing a left lariat at a young blonde woman, the force of the blow tearing her torso off of her legs and sending both parts of her body through the now blood-sprayed room. Spinning with the momentum of the strike and spinning clockwise 270 degrees, he lunges out at another two shoppers, a late-teen man and wife. A swift left palm strike sends the boy backwards and behind the counter and into the wall, breaking the shelves. He's still alive, however.
With his right hand, Fierce stabs his five claws into the left side of the girl's chest, quicky causing it to bleed. His fanged mouth opens wide as he leans in and snaps his jaws shut, clamping them around her right collarbone. He tears it out of her body without a second thought, jerking his head back with the mass of muscle and bone still in his mouth. Regaining his balance and standing straight, he spins 180 degrees, hurling the dying girl backwards and into a man in his early twenties, sending the two of them towards the entrance.::
Kryaahh!!
::Thrusting his left hand forward, he fires a glowing ball of red and black swirling energy, which collides with the two flailing humans. A powerful but very contained epxlosion annihilates the two of them in an instant, sending what little is left of their bodies in every direction. The devil pauses here, still facing towards the entrance wall with a sick smile on his face, with four people dead in that span of roughly five seconds. The chunk of meat and bone still dangles from his mouth.::
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:00 pm
((Homigawd.
*hyperventilates and nearly splooges in her pants* <333 GAWD IF I WAS THERE.
"HOLEE s**t THAT CHICK GOT HER CEST RIPPED OFF MY HIS TEETH!"
*pause*
"KICKASS!!!"
*gets kill by Fierce* <3 xD Anyway... Psting... Posting... ))
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:05 pm
<<....Sato still here? o o;;>>
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:05 pm
Ichi shakes her head in terror as he counts slowly, moving backwards into a wall. She pulled her legs back, her arms against her chest and her hands covering a part of her face. Her eyes were batting back and forth across the room for the five seconds Deity killed the innocent people. She screamed thrusting her face into her legs. She didn't want to die, she didn't do anything important in her life, let alone be important to anybody. She pulled her head down, covering her eyes, her grey ears pressing flat against her head, whimpering in fear.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:14 pm
(( NO YOU EVIL MOTHER!! DON'T MAKE ME GET OFF! DUDE!! THIS IS LIKE PORN TO ME IT MAKES ICHI SPLOOGE IN HER PANTS!!!!
x x;
ichi has to go... Byebye.... *rapes Fierce* FUDGING MARRY ME!
You can rip my throat out with your teeth... <3 ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:17 pm
Amongst the several mana signatures fading within the moment, she made note of a number still present. Whatever the dark force was seemed to be killing indiscriminately. Leaving her perch atop the overturned car she fought against the current of rabidly fleeing people going closer to the destruction in front of her. Climbing through a shattered store front she peeked inside finding a number individuals wounded or killed in their attempts to flee.
"Dammit....why is this happening..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:22 pm
Kyle stared at the destruction in disbelief. These beings were so powerful. So incredibly powerful that destroying an entire city and killing each person one by one was so easily done that it was just a game to them. It was incomprehensible to him.
Not since... the 2nd Ishbalan War had he seen such things. And... and it was doing something to him. Unlocking the thing inside him.
Born of a experiment in taking human lives to create the perfect Philosopher Stone, Kyle had part of him that held onto a soul, his normal everyday Alchemist self. But another part wanted to emerge and be the one in control. And it was pure evil. And lacked the very thing that had long drove it insane: A soul. Without one, it was forever jealous of Kyle's soul because it was so close to one and could never obtain this. Thus it was a sociopathic enitity that based itself on doing the exact opposite of Kyle.
People, who had been lucky to survive this were running past him. The State Alchemist say a near-by motorcycle and took it. He clasped his hands together and touch the machine, giving it the needed jolt to start. He revved the engine and zoomed after the demonic being in the distance.
All the while, the voice inside him trying to gain control. The voice that had once controled him during the war and used Kyle's body to commit unspeakable acts of violence and murder.
Let me... fight the... demon...
The young man knew it was bad, very bad when the enitity started gaining its voice. It meant it could manifest at anytime now and was slowly gaining form from Kyle's stress, memories, and fear.
He pressed on, anyway, hoping his strength in Alchemy would be enough to stop the... thing... killing and destroying this city.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 8:34 pm
<>::Though it takes an excruciating ten seconds for him to even move again, the demonic creature then stands up straight again, closing his charred dark eyes as he bows his head down, hunched down lazily. He savoringly chews on the bone and muscle in his mouth, more blood dripping out and off of it like water out of a sponge. He soon pulls his bottom jaw up hard, the bone crushing like a pretzel and snapping into two pieces.
Rearing his body back upright once more, Fierce swallows whole what is left of the gorey tissue in his mouth, letting out a sigh of relief afterwards. That's his first meal in quite a while. The husband of the girl the devil just ate jumps over the counter, his hair messed up and his left leg showing a limp from the tumble just a moment ago. He walks right up and slugs the demon in the back of the head out of anger, the icey chilliness of his deathly black mist and red-laced aura devouring the boy's hand.
The punch itself has no effect on the demon, who calmly turns around and smiles at the slightly shorter human. He reaches up with his right hand before nonchalantly thrusting his fingers into his neck, behind his collarbones. The crack of bone reverberates through the room as the kid's knees buckle and he starts to fall. Fierce simply grabs onto his shattered collarbones like a handlebar, yanking him upright before tilting his head forward and slamming his crown into the boy's face. He swiftly pulls his body away before moving in again and headbutting the boy with his forehead, each time tearing more skin and cracking more bone.
Almost as if unaware of the other people in the room, he continues crashing his forehead into his hapless victim, numerous times headbutting him without even a full seconds worth of a break between each one. After a few dozen of these violent manevuers he rears his head back a final time, his face completely covered with blood. There's nothing even remotely comparable to a face anymore on the human boy's head, which has been caved inward in an inverted crescent shape to leave nothing but a spurting mass of gorey, chipped bone.
Fierce slowly and heartily licks the pouring blood from around his lips a few times, before tossing the kid down to the ground; or rather letting his body slip off of his fingers. His hair dripping with blood, yet only noticable from its wet appearance, he tilts his head to his right, seeing the eight people left. A mother and her child both simultaneously lift into the air by some invisible force, moving away from eachother. They both cry for the people around them to help, but are cut off in mid-sentence, being hurled with swift velocity at eachother. They collide with amazing force, parts of the little girl popping off while the woman just appears to be broken from the impact.
They both fall dead to the floor, their clothes stained with the child's blood, as the leatherclad monster looks now at the six people left. How to do away with them?::
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 9:09 pm
Kyle stopped the motorcycle in front of the store where he last saw the demon go inside. However, the main entrance was blocked and he rushed along the alley to get to the back door. He attempted to pull the door open, but years of rotting had degenerated it into permanent state of lock.
With a burst of red lighting Alchemy, the door sizzled, crackled, and finally exploded forward, flinging forward like Kyle had thrown it like a brick.
He rushed in through the doorway and smoke surrounding it to see the demon feasting upon human flesh, pleasing himself upon their blood.
It was disgusting and it made Kyle sick to his stomach.
Let me free! I'll kill him! That's what you want, Kyle! That's what you want! You can't do this without me! Let me free! Let me free!
He forced himself to ignore the his own inner demons. Instead, he clasped his hands once more, his gloves now glowing red with his power. His hair pushed upwards as red lighting bolts surrounding him. This was his gift and this was his curse. His 'Havoc' energy was insanely powerful - forcing him to wear thick gloves so that it would not burn his own hands off from weilding it - and it feed, just like all of his Alchemy, directly off the Gate of Alchemy, a nearly perfect connection to the very basis of Alchemy that gave all Alchemist's their powers.
He thrusted his hands forward, blowing apart stores, tiles, the cement under the tiles, and then the dirt under the cement foundation. It was passed directly in from of the demon, an attempt to seperate him and the six people still alive.
This was just a tiny fraction of his power. He had never tapped his complete power, doing so might kill him.
"You! What are you doing!? Stop this at once! I am 2nd Lieutenant Kyle Berus. By the order of the State Alchemist Military Division, I am placing you under arrest. Should you resist, I will not hesist to kill you."
It sounded stupid from his mouth. He had never invoked his military privileges before, wishing to act different from those who did and thus had never placed someone 'under arrest'.
Ooooo! Nice one! I can see it, Kyle: He's gonna stop and say 'Woah, what am I doing with my life? I better hand myself over now!'. Hahahahaha!! Reason is lost to this beast. Come on, fool! Kill him before he has the chance to strike! Destroy him! Tear his flesh from bone!
"Shut up," Kyle said outloud. He didn't need this. He was about to be fighting two battles at once. And he was afraid he might lose the one over himself before he lost the one to this demonic being.
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