It wasn’t going to take much to switch Ten over. She was already in the revengeful mind set, and this young beautiful woman was extremely appealing to her. Still Ten just stood still, in the position she was in the whole time, and looked ahead. “Before I join you, I have some unfinished business with the Doma that I seek.” Her plan at that point was to restart up the Doma and join forces with this beautiful woman to take down the Zaibatsu. “Than, that is when I can join your team, unless you have objections?” Like her Husband, Ten emotions were visually hidden and she held a pokerface well.
At The End of Fear
Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 4:52 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄※※※ Gyokuen ※※※▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
► Affiliation: Arkham ► Occupation: Doma CEO ► Age: ???
❖❖ As Ten stated her approval and overall acceptance of the deal, Gyokuen could only feel intense satisfaction over her amazing catch. What an unexpected prize to come across indeed. One could compare it to going out to searching for silver and coming up with diamond instead. But as Ten stated her intentions to 'revive' the Doma and become its true leader. For a few seconds, all was silent within the isolated, desolated valley of war and strife. But soon, the Empress began to giggle...which evolved into laughs that were filled with absolute glee at the irony of the events. Managing to stifle her outcry, she smiled once more, rubbing her hand more directly onto the other's shoulder. Leaning closer to directly whisper in the ear of Ten, she stated her little secret. ❖❖
❖❖ " Oh, how ironic...! The goal for which you strive for before allying yourself with me is quite impossible, as you'll note. " ❖❖
❖❖ The tone in her voice had become far more pleasurable, as if finding the very tip of the icing on the cake...the cherry on top that made the situation all the more achievable and worthy. The guards had begun to make preparations for their dismissal; to leave this grainy, sorrow-filled place to a new future of possibility...and ruin. For Gyokuen and Ten to walk together in mutual agreement in their desires to bring the Zaibatsu to nothing but a pile of dust...along with this world. ❖❖
❖❖ " I /am/ Doma...I raised it from the ashes of its defeat and destruction; breathed the air of life into its lungs...allowing it to rise in a manner of appearance that will make even the Zaibatsu tremble in fear. It seems that we have more in common then I would have suspected. If you're willing still...come. We have much to discuss and I have much to show you...to prepare you for. My precious, potent, deadly...ally~ " ❖❖
As the mistress whispered in her ear, Ten’s eyes widen in surprise, that someone go to the idea before she did. It didn’t matter now. What was done was done. Ten had yet to trust this woman, but she knew they were on the same team, they had the same goal, and to her this was enough to leave with the mistress. apart of Ten had an unsettling feeling in her stomach about her decision, but she knew it was what she wanted to do. She was no longer going to what what everyone else wished she would. “I shall leave with you than, and together, we will take out the Zaibatsu”
At The End of Fear
Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 6:31 pm
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄※※※ Gyokuen ※※※▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
► Affiliation: Arkham ► Occupation: Doma CEO ► Age: ???
❖❖ Nodding, Gyokuen would gesture towards her guards as they surrounded the pair quickly, obediently and without question. The umbrellas were soon adjusted properly over the two lovely ladies, as they all began walking from Graceful Valley. Previously, an era of great conflict ended in the flames of the battle that had occurred from the two ancient organizations. This time...another one was just beginning. This time, the entire Zaibatsu would feel the pain and loss like no other time in history. ❖❖
❖❖ " Then let us go, shall we? I have a very good feeling about you, Ten. Don't worry. The Doma will never betray you...not unlike those at the faithless, worthless Zaibatsu. You have a /new/ family now. " ❖❖
❖❖ With that, the pair would vanish into the mist and darkness of the stormy night. [EXIT] ❖❖
The Son of Nine sat in the graceful place meditating as to build up his strength. He knew the invasion would be coming soon and was trying to prepare. Having sent the letter to nora he left her mind and in doing so did not receive the request for aid from her. It was not until he felt the presence of his father behind him that Eleven stood up. "Father, do you have any news for the Zaibatsu. I have not been able to visit as I intended to." Eleven asked as he turned only to find his father standing there with two swords. Both swords were very basic blades, no special craftsmanship to show off. The sight of his father's black eyes was what bothered Eleven the most.
"I do have news. Your mother and the Doma have invaded." Nine spoke as if it did not matter. He spoke as if the countless lives being lost was just a game. Then he tossed one of the two swords to Eleven's feet. Nine could recognize what he was becoming even if he could not stop it. He needed someone who could and the only one he could think of was his son. The very man he had threatened to kill minutes ago in the Zaibatsu.
Suddenly filled with a sense of urgency Eleven picked up the sword his father tossed him and began taking steps backwards. It was his father's eyes and way of speaking that bothered Eleven. "Then why are you here and not there helping them. You could have sent the news to me telepathically." Eleven inquired as he turned the sword in his hand slowly.
"Do you remember the first words I taught you to speak, the first lesson you had to learn?" Nine asked as he looked down at the blade in his hand.
"Yes, I do. You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Why does that matter?" Eleven knew the answer but he didn't want to accept it. He could see into nine's mind, he knew where this was going.
"I didn't die a hero." The words were spoken so quickly Eleven didn't have time to comprehend them before Nine's grip tightened around his sword and charged at his son. Eleven blocked the first strike and the second but the third one caught him and splattered red across the green grass around them. Eleven found himself stumbling backwards with the sword in a defensive position.
"Nine stop, you don't need to do this I can still help you just calm down!" Eleven pleaded. His father was faster than him and he managed to cut his leg but that didn't mean this was over. Eleven could retaliate, he just didn't want to. He didn't want to hurt his father who had lost so much already. Despite what he wanted Nine charged again. Eleven blocked the first strike, and the second but he had to dodge the third. At this rate he would not survive. Eleven could not remain defensive.
"It's to late! You didn't see what I did I can't stop the darkness anymore! I have lost!" Nine bellowed before he struck out at Eleven for a third time. This time Eleven took a different approach. He blocked the first strike but parried the second and delivered an elbow to Nine's face sending the elder stumbling backward with blood beginning to drip from his nose. Nine recovered quickly though and struck out again with his sword. He swung downward with great force but Eleven smacked it aside and elbowed Nine in the back to slow him down but Nine was not slowed and responded by swinging his sword in a massive 360 degree arc. Eleven slid backwards to avoid the blow and put some distance between the two of them.
"Stop this! Stop! Father stop attacking!" Eleven pleaded as Nine thrust his hand forward sending a beam of black energy shaped like lightning towards Eleven who rolled away from the blast. When he made it to his feet Eleven found Nine had wasted to time in closing the distance between them and he began blocking strikes as quickly as he could again. twelve strikes were blocked before Nine punched Eleven in the they where the gash from earlier rested causing Eleven to shout in pain before Nine silenced him with a knee to the jaw which sent Eleven to the ground with the thud. Nine wiped the blood from bellow his nose and then spoke again
"You want this to end! You want me to stop! Then you are going the have to kill me! Because if you don't," Nine walked over to Eleven and raised his sword into the air "I will kill you!" With the ultimatum set Nine swung his blade downward only to find Eleven was no longer there. Now he stood a few feet away with his sword in hand once again. He had rolled away just in time. Tears had begun to swell in the eyes of both men fighting on this field. Eleven held his sword with a firm but shaking grip and his stance remained the same defensive stance it had been before. Slowly he shook his head, unwilling to kill his father now. The idea had not been a great pain in the past when it was in theory but now, not it was to great a burden for him to bare and he could not do it. Nine tilted his head with a sight shrug and he tried to hide his own tears in anger before he charged again. This time Eleven was to shaky and Nine's blows were too brutal. Nine easily took the advantage and raked his first across Eleven's face sending the younger Numbered Warrior to the ground. Nine raised his sword once again and thrust it down in a stabbing motion at Eleven who managed to recover and grab Nine's wrist stopping the stab for the moment. Then Eleven grabbed his own sword and stabbed upwards at Nine who also stopped the blade by grabbing Eleven's wrist.
"Not like this, please, just not like this." Eleven pleaded again as he felt Nine pushing with great strength to stab Eleven. He knew he couldn't hold it forever and he could tell Nine was using very little effort to stop Eleven. This was it, either Eleven's strength failed him and he was killed by his father or he drove his blade forward to kill his father. Eleven knew that nine would regenerate and he would be back but the pure fact that he was killing his father burdened him. no one understood why the death was so bad when you were certain to return but it was, so many things could go wrong.
"It's over, the choice has been made. Live or die, it is up to you now." Nine spoke moments before his eyes slammed wide open and a blade pierced through his chest, ribcage, and heart. His strength left him and he dropped his sword before stumbling backwards to find Eleven' blade had taken its toll. Nine's skin began glowing a blue color and the glow quickly began radiating off him like steam. Behind Nine the air tore open and on the other side of the tear was nothing that could be distinguished through the darkness.
"I'm sorry." Eleven spoke slowly as he stood and pushed his father through the portal before it closed. It had been done. Nine had been killed and was regenerating in a realm far enough away to keep the people safe until Nine was of sound mind again. It was over, and Eleven collapsed in exhaustion.
"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Main Physics or Reality Manipulation Sub Transportation & Travel Sub Physical or Mental Domination
Nightmares kept Eleven from resting peacefully. His body was tired and his mind was torturing him but forcing him to remain awake. Every time he closed his eyes the numbered being saw nothing but the destruction and chaos in the Zaibatsu, he saw it all with such detail he may as well have been there himself, but he had not. He had not been there to minimize the damage caused. He had not seen what his father saw and Eleven had believed they could stand their own ground but they could not. Xenon's fall had proven that. However not only the chaos in the Zaibatsu plagued Eleven. He also saw his father in agony, agony Eleven had forced him to feel. Regeneration among their kind was complicated. The act of regenerating tore apart the very core of a numbered being, it peeled them apart atom by atom and then rebuilt them differently than they were before. They felt every second of it, every atom peeling apart and deconstructing before rebuilding and it hurt. All numbered beings who regenerated had their memories scrambled after the process which was the main reason Nine had not already returned. The regeneration itself was a long process, it took hours and maybe even days, but when it was over Nine would wake up with no idea who he was, where he was, and why he was there. Gradually memories would return in full abundance but this time Nine did not have the same peaceful kingdom to regenerate in. This time he didn't have Ten nursing him back to life. This time he would be different. Everything that he discovered would feel new, he would feel human until he knew he wasn't.
In an attempt to free his mind of these pains Eleven got up on his feet and began walking to the Zaibatsu. He was tired, his body nearly broken by the strain in his mind, and it would take some time to reach them. But when he did he would help the Zaibatsu rebuild. He would help until his father returned to finish what the Doma had started.
Derek walked with Kouen and James out of the Zaibatsu. Leaving out on their own brought out a much different perspective. From the direction they were heading, they came across a few small cities. There they made rest stops, food breaks and a bit more. But when it came to getting back on the move, they were out and about. Derek stopped in place as he noticed the trail led to a fork in the road. Two directions, two different choices. We must be in the Land of Iron. This is where the last war was placed.
"Woah so this is were my dad fought, huh? Looks epic." he said. The great war. Where the Doma and Zaibatsu waged war against each other. He wondered why his father never told him much about the war. He thought about all that had happened. How he met his mother for the first time. And that his father never told him that she was there in the first place. This pissed him off a bit, but ignored as best as he could. He then began to think about the his friends back at the D.Z He wasn't sad, but simply happy he would at least see them again. Not even a month and he wasd already reminiscing. He then nudge Derek then, Kouen. "Hey guys, do you think Lacie's rack will be like her mom's? Or, or, Tsukiko's next upgrade will give her a bigger chest? Ooh! Ooh! Or that other girl. Hmmm, what was her name.." he spoke outloud, then pointed to Derek. "You and her were flirting alot! Umm, I can't remember! Dammit!" he said joking of course. Or was he simply speaking out his fantasies in his head? He knew that the friends he left behind wouldn't stay the same. Hell! He wouldn't stay the handsome devil he is today, but he still wondered.
"The Doma will pay for their actions with their life. I don't care what happens to me anymore. I'll do whatever I have to kill every last member if I must. I will avenge those taken from me. No matter the cost. "
As the trio ventured through the lands, careful to watch themselves from being severely injured early on their little expedition, Kouen smirked slightly. So this was the location of the last great war. He could nearly feel something tugging at the back of his mind. He could almost feel an energy so old; it felt downright timeless. However, it was extremely faint at best; practically undetectable. He felt himself truly resonating with it, almost as if was meant to be drawn to it. It left him uneasy, but the feeling soon vanished in seconds. Instead, like the others, he surveyed the battlefield that was in plain view. This was it, eh? The place where the the Doma made their final stand against the Zaibatsu. Though a bitter feeling within the rouge traveler began to wonder if they would be able to achieve the same result as years prior. With how easily the Zaibatsu was obliterated? Heh. But it wasn't something that he intended to let happen without a proper fight. He could still feel them now. The clashing auras of millions in the viscous heat of battle. The cries of agony from the fallen and the roars of battle cries. He could have stood there for hours, observing their history along with the past battles experienced in this memorial of sorts. However, it was completely ruined by James's commentary. Er...Lacie with nice, big, soft breasts...? Due to Kouen's active imagination, a vivid image of Lacie in a school-girl based outfit with a mini-skirt popped into his mind. Her legs were smooth, thin and seemed to gleam within the light in his mind. Her breasts were a glorious, large sight and her lips were luscious. The make-up was perfectly applied, though very light. She welcomed him forward by flexing one finger toward giving him a flirtatious smirk. She then trailed her finger onto her lips seductively...as Kouen quickly snapped out of his daydream. However, the light shade of pink tint on his cheeks indicated that his mind had already filled with quite a few thoughts. Dammit, James...!
" E-Er...you shouldn't think of such perverted thoughts at a time like this. I assume we're going our separate ways now, Derek?"
Crossing his arms as the light blush on his cheeks quickly faded, before continuing the conversation with James. He smirked, seeing this as a decent chance to tease Derek a tad.
" Noein, I believe. They /were/ flirting pretty hard! Though James, you're not interested in any of the girls at the Zaibatsu yet? "
"They say a Phoenix has to fall before it can rise from the ashes, right...? I've already lost everything once before...I won't lose anyone every again! I will protect the Zaibatsu...with my life! " "
Eighth Diviner
The Sins of Many
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 11:08 pm
|~| James |~|
Eternal Flame of Shinkoku
James smirked at Kouen's comment. "Why not? It'll brighten the mood. Seeing as how Derek is parting ways with us, isn't he? He said looking over to him, then turned away looking towards the sky. "Noein, huh? So Derek," he said turning back to him. "You go the hots for her-" he then stopped short from Kouen's comment. "No," he said bluntly. "No, not yet. Besides, the last thing I want is my Dad lecturing me about his days as the only guy in the D.Z tappin' all chicks, waitresses, or employees in the organization. Then about babies." he said. He'd thought about a lot of the girls there. They were like sisters to him. Lacie and Kiko. But Noein he never really even thought about her in that way. Or at all for that matter. Sure, she was easy on the eyes, but Noein was with Derek, so she must fall for the dark and silent types. Which he wasn't either of those things. Noisy when he wanted to be, Lazy, and most of all Perverted. Like his Dad. The only thing he did inherit from his dad was his hair. He could tell. He still remembered his confrontation with her. That never left his mind. How could it.
Derek scoffed and turned away while having his arms folded. Ignoring the statements that were made about him and Noein. Whatever they both did was really none of their business. Derek at that moment felt a faint power signal. Low, but clear as day. It had a strong sense to it that caught his eye. He dropped his arms as he looked back to Kouen and James.
Yeah, we depart from here. Remember we all have two years to do what we need to do. Just stay alive now. Derek stated as he nodded to the both of them and began to walk off into the distance on the right side of the trail. This is finally the beginning of Derek's quest, a quest that he has to walk down alone.
Beg for mercy, I'll leave you alone..just without one eye. The blood flowing is gorgeous Haha!! Come on! Give me all of your pain! Is that all? Hehe...let me give an award. Farewell.
Transformation Active: No
Stage: Normal Enlightenment: No
Don't waste my time Hmph
From hours after the longest walk this being had in a very long time, Sword laid upon the ground beside the broken bridge of Grace Valley. He slide his eyes side to side investigating the peace, but broad history as well. So much blood and destruction during the time of war almost two decades ago. He brought death upon this land, nothing but his fault. Could have saved Six...Eight...even the sad memories of others and their lives. "I should have saved them. I know it would happen. I can prevent Gyokuen from living anymore, what more power do I need?" Sword's monotonic voice seeped from his lips like the very sounds were full of depression. Slowly, he bent his arms in front and stared in between them, summoning elements over his fingertips. His voice started to raise. "What time do we need to waste anymore? Why have I started worrying about damning pests?! What kind of God should I even believe in anymore?!" A long pause. Sword put the fingertips into the ground beside him. "Guess I lived too much compared to all these little children who haven't experienced scratches of dreadful survival throughout their entire life...? Maintaining peace with a mad sadist while my daughter has to go through the same." He tilted his head down in an uncomfortable position. Questions like a child of inquiry, but thinking about himself is always a selfish, hated topic. With all his wisdom through billions, maybe even trillions of years, still, he has not understood his predicament besides theories of balance. Regardless of the time, a loud sound vibrated into Sword's ears and his eyes looked upon a mushroom cloud. Normally, he gave nothing to care, yet something troubled him, and Sword scanned their energy. Stress and tire. Three people, one most familiar. Sword stood up and took leave in recollection of the child he marked at the Zaibatsu Forest long ago and Sword surely remembered the sleeping boy. Even the same one who fell during the Divine Zaibatsu's memorable power surge. This channeling of information sparked Sword's conclusion. "I know him now. Part of him at least. But he misses something...Why is Eight's son in the Zaibatsu?" Sword spoke slightly interested and in main wonder, tugging a jar from the inside of his belly button.. "Well, this time used to be mostly normal."
Beg for mercy, I'll leave you alone..just without one eye. The blood flowing is gorgeous Haha!! Come on! Give me all of your pain! Is that all? Hehe...let me give an award. Farewell.
Transformation Active: No
Stage: Normal Enlightenment: No
Don't waste my time Hmph
"It's time huh?" A new man, but long years ago of this older appearance. It's been one hell of a while waiting for his battle to end, finally completed, along with knowledge of everything that has happened in his waiting time. Sword slowly rose from the ground with his head hung low. He moved his hand forward and a purple glowing seal was in his grasp. Sword ripped the seal right off without any caution. "Yup. She did it." Sword pulled out a jar from inside his armor and absorbed the insides of the seal then vanished into thin air. Lucy had already escaped the jar, which needed no description, the other half of Sword is nothing but air in the seal, nearly eradicated by the woman. The energy still corrupt as ever with the other half, but now Sword became whole again. Not many problems would happen which made a light grin on his face. Since Sword left and the seal disappears, let's see what fate has decided this time.
