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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:25 pm
Self RPs:_______________________________________________
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 11:05 pm
The Woman with White Hair:
Saga took Ander quite a ways from the man rogue camp. What the ZOID was seeing was not something that could be easily seen with the naked human eye as it was so far off. But as they breached the horizon Ander could see a thin, unmistakable, black fog trail. Only visual in the night thanks to Saga's radar.
-The demon was here? So close to Camp?- The thought made Ander's stomach drop. And they just happened to have a small child bent on hunting this creature!
Ander nearly turned back to warn the camp in a quick fit of panic, but Saga promptly reminded him that this trail was old and the beast was no where on his radar. Or any mass amount of black fog blips. The demon was always around mass clouds of black fog...
"It would still be something to report to Riot..." Ander sighed as he looked at the thin trail, one that was quickly fading. Again Saga protested turning around. The screen popped up to his left revealing something in the dirt. Ander's eyes widened, it was no mere object. It was a human!
Saga's head emerged from the ground practically launching Ander out from the cockpit. It would be unwise to inch the ZOID any closer as it would cause the sands to swallow the person whole.
Ander made a perfect land, having to drop to his knees for stability. But he was up and running before a second's notice. He knew how to pace himself well and was at the person's side in no time.
"Hang on. Please don't be dead." He pleaded as he dropped to the person's side. She. She was wrapped in a black cloak and face down in the sand. Her hair was as white as pure snow, yet the tips of her hair looked to be stained in crimson blood. In fact she wreaked of blood... This one might already have been gone.
Slowly he reached across to the opposite shoulder and rolled the female over.
The woman quickly jarred out of Ander's grasp and rolled herself back face into the sand. Slowly she struggled to her knees, jerking away every time Ander tried to help her. "Touch me.... again... and I'll gut you...." She growled.
Once she was on her knees she used her left hand to pull the cloak over her head and cover completely the right side of her face. Her right Arm too was concealed behind the cloak as she slowly turned to face Ander.
Ander could see scars on her face vanishing behind the cloak. He could only guess that behind that hood there was a grotesque amount of scars.
"...." He could not help but stair into her cold sapphire eye. (The right one was hidden.) It was full of blood lust. The pupil was so narrow the color was very vibrant. It almost looked as if she were in a bad dream... It was frightening. Ander could feel a chill running down his spine as the woman glared at him.
To combat this feeling Ander rose to his feet and stared down on the woman. He prepared himself for anything... This woman seemed to be weak, but she looked as if she could strike like a coiled rattle snake.
The woman slowly rose to her feet as well, remaining in a hunched over posture as she held the cloak tight over her right arm and right half of her face. The more she glared, the more her memory emerged. She had seen this man before... Suddenly the chimera gang headquarters came to mind. Her eyes widened briefly than narrowed again.
"I suggest you leave my sights... or else your blood will be all over my hands." She hissed.
"I don't take kindly to threats. By the looks of you, I can have your life before you can even stand properly." Ander spoke coldly and frowned. This kind of thing happened when your good chi broke.
The white haired woman begun to laugh darkly. "I doubt it..."
Though her hair was white, she looked to be fairly young, possibly early 20s. "I'll tell you again, leave me alone... or I'll take your arms off." She growled.
Ander placed a hand on the hilt of his concealed dagger. This was going to turn into a fight, and Ander was ready for it. "Your tongue is going to g-"
Before he could finish his sentence the woman moved and Ander's hand was hidden behind the cloak as well. A sharp burning pain wrapped around his arm just above the elbow. His eyes widened as he let out a gasp of pain. Ander was not one to scream... He tried to pull away but found the sharp pain to only get worse along with the burn. He could smell his flesh being singed.
"I told you... to... go..." She huffed as she tightened the grip. A demonic grin rolled across her face as she looked Ander in the eye. By the moment her gaze was beginning to grow more distant, as if she were returning to the nightmare, if not diving further into it.
Ander let put a growl, but stopped trying to get his hand back. Whatever held him was like a sharp vice grip, there was no hope in getting it back unless it came off. The thought of using his other hand to inflict a wound came to mind, but quickly discarded. He had no idea anymore what was going on.
Just as it felt Ander's arm would be torn from his body, the pressure stopped. -T-Titus... Titus, I'm sorry.... I lost it again- She thought as she slowly begun to release the mans arm. Her gaze seemed to return to the real world. Than with a sudden flick, she shoved the man's arm back at him. Quickly she hid the arm under the cloak again. "......."
Ander held his arm back and close to his body. The burn mark was very bad, he had no doubt it would scar and leave a nice memento of this event. The patterns of the burn suggested that he was being held by a hand... with holes in the fingers and one large one in the center of the palm. Ander had no time to really look at it as he was too focused on the one that had so quickly burned his arm. Her glare sent chills up his spine.
The woman said no more as she turned around and begun to walk away, in the direction of the rogue camp.
Ander's eyes widened as he caught sight of something just as the wind picked up and briefly blew the cloak aside. Something familiar... It glared at him just barely through a pouch that was strapped to the belt around her sidle. Without hesitation he drew his dagger and dashed toward the woman. There was no way that he was going to let her stumble into camp.
The woman looked behind her just as Ander made a swipe at her with his blade. She ducked out of the way just in time to receive a cut across her face. A wide grin rolled across her face as her right arm extended and she sprung back up. Ander's neck was quickly in her grasp. As she rose to her feet Ander would soon find his feet off the ground. She seemed to have armor completely covering her arm. His dagger was as if it were blunt as he continually struck the arm in a feeble attempt to free himself. The woman only chuckled as Ander was forced to drop the knife so that he could try to keep himself from choking. "oh... such a big mistake. Heh... shall I crush your skull? Or rather... gut you as I said before? Perhaps both would work best." She growled and looked up to her captive.
Ander continued to struggle less and less as the woman tightened her grip. Finally his arms hung limp at his side. When this happened the woman cast him to the sands as if he were a rag. Saga begun to roar as his master was being threatened.
The woman crouched down and picked up the half conscious Ander by his neck. The metallic claws dug into his neck enough to draw a small amount of blood. She held the man up in the direction of the noise.
"This yours? Heh, Move any closer and I'll break him... fire any weapons... and I'll break him." The ZOID hissed as it surfaced from the sands. Its shadowy form towered over the two. Claws dug into the ground as it drew close. With a sigh the woman dropped Ander to the ground again. "I see... what a pest you are." Her right hand rose then dropped. The small clusters of black fog begun to cluster around the ZOID's head. Saga let out a roar before falling blank in a freeze on the sands.
The woman than looked back at Ander who was struggling to get back to his feet. With a chuckle the woman shoved her steel toed boot on Ander's back and forced him back to the ground. Her hand extended again as she lowered to her knee, all the time keeping the boot on his back. The palm begun to glow a bright red as it drew closer to his skull.
-NICK!!!- She could hear Titus' voice call before she could crush his head in her burning grasp.
Quickly her hand withdrew. "..." Nick frowned. Ander looked over his shoulder, but before he could utter a word Nick formed her right hand into a tight fist and struck him hard over the back of the head. This knocked him out in an instant.
Nick got to her feet and glared a the unconscious rogue for a Moment. Ironically she had saved this ones life before... just before the Judge attacked the chimera gang camp. This was also ironic considering..... Fate was odd sometimes. With a deep sigh, more close to a growl, she turned around and nearly begun to walk away. But her eyes widened as she saw a thick wall of black fog heading their way. How she was able to see it through the veil of night... very few know.
"s**t..." She muttered under her breath as she turned around and proceeded to scoop Ander up in her arms. She mainly used her right arm to get the 6' 3" rogue off the ground, than toss him over her right shoulder. The sharp edges of her shoulder cut a little into his belly and drew a little blood, but that was nothing fatal. Nick huffed before moving forward as fast as she could with the added weight. Sadly is was no faster than a fast walk. Sweat beaded down Nick's forehead as she moved across the sands. Her teeth grit. This little man was proving to be more of a pain than she had expected...
Nick's head begun to throb with an intense migraine the closer the wall of fog came. Her eyes squinted to help calm the pain, but it did very little. This only made her 'cargo' feel heavier and heavier as time drug on.
Finally it became too much and she dropped the limp Ander to the sands. She grabbed her head and suppressed a scream before falling to the sands herself. It was a matter of seconds before they were engulfed by the black fog surrounded by the demonic laughter of the Judge.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:19 pm
Frickn' Crow:
Ander stared at the ceiling of the tent with his mind a wonder. Everything just after that white haired woman was a blur. He frowned as he thought about how he could have let his body get in such a bad shape. Even the camp was in a bad position and was being moved again.
The positive side to this move was it was putting them closer to the republic's supply route. That would make the mission go easier for them. Even if Riots brother were actually to show, they would near camp. But the revealing thought of that did nothing to wipe his face of the frown.
His back still hurt from the surgery he needed to get that odd wire free of his back and limbs. His body smelled heavily of antiseptic. So much had been used to clean the small entry points. It was better than that thick white-yellow liquid, but that didn't mean it was still an assault to the nose.
-Was it a dream?- Ander sighed as he thought. Some of the night was a red blur, but he was attacking Riot in that flash of crimson. It had to be a dream... Attacking his own pupil was not something he did so aggressively. Perhaps the white haired woman was a symbolic figure in his dream? Warning of future events.
He glanced to the side where the door was. There was little light coming through. It must have been cloudy... the air also smelt heavily of a rain front coming in. It could rain any minute.
Just as the thought came to his mind a soft tapping noise could be heard on the roof of the tent. The rain came to a slow start, but than begun to pour down hard. Ander closed his eyes as he listened to the calming noise. It helped him forget somewhat of the pain he was in at the moment.
*Crawww* A crow leapt in through the door flap of the tent. It hoped into the room and begun to poke around. Ander opened his eyes to look at the odd sight, only to find it was staring right at him. Its head tilted as if it were questioning why he was in bed.
"..." Ander expression turned blank as he looked at it. The crow flew around the room a few times in search of something shiny. When nothing could be found it landed and exited the tent the same as it came in.
"......" The frown returned once it had left. That was the first time he had seen that kind of thing happen. Crows were a rare sight out here. Or maybe they had moved somewhere where they were more common. Ander was out cold while the camp was relocated.
He let out a sigh as he looked back up to the ceiling to watch the shadow of the water running off of his tent. He wasn't going to hear the end of this from Riot... He got his a** kicked somehow. Perhaps he was drunk and didn't know it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 3:55 am
Calculating Numbers:
It had now been a little more than a week since the event at the main camp. He had heard stores, horror stories, of what had happened that night. Zombies? It sounded like something from a novel.
Since the first time Ander had seen the crow six times total, but had not seen it again since the sixth. The damn thing had been mocking him the whole time. Cawing when he tried to sleep, sometimes it would peck at his chest and wake him in the middle of the night. Sometimes Ander would think that it was the same crow, it seemed like it at least.
Ander lay in bed, his back still in pain. But not as bad as it had been. He had a feeling that it would not get any better than it was now. A shame really. This would make maneuvering and yoga a little harder to do, but only a minor set back. At least his voice came back...
The rain had let up as well, it was a cool clear night this time. Quiet though. Which was strange for a rogue camp. People were still recovering.
He had heard rumors from outside of the tent of some rogues heading out of camp because they felt it was too dangerous to be in the main camp. Some had gone crazy and had to be 'put down'. It was upsetting to say the least. But perhaps a favor to them...
This thing needs to die... so many problems because of it. But how? To chase it is death? Ander thought more about it. He'd have to continue his 'quest' to kill this thing and avenge his former gang, and for what it did to Riot. But he couldn't tell Riot of his plan. Heaven knows what he would do. Not that it mattered to a rogue, but Ander did care about Riot as one would care for a son.
"Bah..." He rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes trying not to think about it. Not until the wounds are healed, than is the time to think about it...
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 1:59 am
Premonition:
Ander sat under a tree in meditation. The group had come close to the edge of the desert and close to the forests of the unclaimed territory. A perfect spot to intercept the cargo transportation. Word had it that the cargo was delayed because of some shooting withing the Whitebane manor during the annual president's formal. The general had been shot and put the region in a state of lock down for a week.
Ander had held this information from Riot. The last thing he needed on his plate was news like that. The pink haired man put up a tough act, but there was still some feeling there for his brother.
During the meditation Ander tried to focus on the positive in life, the tranquility of the sands and the forest... but as he sat there his mind begun to wonder.
-Something it had never done before during a meditation. Something fearsome with ever changing eyes approached him as he stood in a dark room. The beast, with four skeletal arms, tried to control him but was unsuccessful. Ander dodged every attack the beast threw at him. But than it gave up and held up its claws which bore the blood of his former pupil. It than raised its hands to reveal the limp body of Riot in its clutches. As Ander neared the beast to free his friend the body sprang to life and took the form of the judge. Ander was knocked back by a back hand from the iron gauntlet of the Judge. A crow flew from the hand of the monster and passed by Ander. Riot was no where to be found, and the blood on the hands of the monster were now revealed to no be Riot's, but his own. Ander looked down to see his body disintegrating away. He than looked up at the monster to see its left eye disintegrating away as well. Ander could not see what else took place in the room after his body had disintegrated. The dream came to an abrupt halt.-
His eyes shot open as the dream came to an end. First he looked around to see if anyone was there. When he looked up to the tree he let out a sigh of relief. A bead of sweat rolled down his face as he took a deep breath.
He adjusted his pose again. Now was a very good time to move onto the yoga part of the meditation...
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 1:52 pm
One Must Reap What He Sews:
The camp had been moved and he had already taken full control of it, restoring him to his former position of the "King of Bandits". However, nothing seemed right with the world. No mater how long he spent each morning practicing his yoga techniques his mind could not find peace.
He sat still, slightly slumped in the chair with his elbow resting on the long arm of the seat and his cheek resting against his knuckle. His free hand he held a gun to the temple of his head, finger ready on the trigger. Moments before he had spun the barrel.
*Click*
"hmnph... " He hummed in disapproval as he slipped the gun back in its holster.
<"My master, you have chosen this path your own. You must harvest what you have planted in season and hope that the crops will still be good in the end. This is something you must work for."> Saga spoke through their mental link in his own strange language.
"It was for the better. Would be best to release any attachments before I tread where I will." He spoke allowed as he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "It makes this less painful in the end."
<"Anger has still a hold on you, my dear master. You did not have to pull away as you did. Perhaps-">
"No, Prudentia , it is what it is. I am aware I have to continue down this path and I will do so alone. He is chasing death blindly," Ander opened an eye and looked at the flap of the tent's door. "... I can understand his reason, but he should know it is a lost cause."
<"All was not lost with that one. I could feel it. You should know, my master, of my abilities. I could see how clear his mind was and how clouded yours is. I only pray your actions can be undone.">
"Than why did you not go with him?" Ander spat on the ground as he closed his eyes once more.
<"You are my dear master. I will have no one else. Where you tread I will go, I will keep you safe lest I be destroyed trying. I hold to my promise that I have bound myself with than. But, as per your deepest request I will keep a watchful eye on him... ">
Ander chuckled a little as a feint smile graced his lips. "You are as foolish as I am my friend. Thank you..."
The loyalty of his imprisoned organoid was flattering, but not enough to bring peace to his mind. The feint smile vanished from his lips as worry once again covered his features.
Ander was still plagued with guilt over what had happened. In a blind rage he -had- assaulted the one whom he considered more like a son. One who was closer family than even his own flesh and blood had been. But there was no turning back. Saga was right. It would be a drive to finish his task...
"May the wind be at your back too... my friend..." Ander sighed as he blankly looked out to the tent's door, half expecting to hear a smartass remark. When none came his jaw clenched and he heaved another mournful sigh. Forward... one can only go forward.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:29 pm
Through the Eyes of a Monster:
Ander quietly traversed the massive entrance of the ancient temple. Large columns that would put a ZOID's height to shame lined the massive hallway leading to a much smaller door toward the other side. One could admire the fact the zoidians had been able to build such splendors within the very cliffs of the massive deserts that stretched across the regions.
But Ander wasn't here to sight see. He had been called by the binding words of his damned contract. A scowl covered his features as he made his way down the opened entryway. The silver light of the moon bathed each column that faced the open word from under the canyon wall while casting a dark shadow behind them. With each pillar he passed his eyes had to adjust to the light than to the dark as he was cast in the massive shadow once more.
The door leading into the bowls of the temple seemed foreboding with only the promise of a dim light on the other side. It was down there, that knowledge alone gave the place an unwelcoming feeling.
Without hesitation Ander passed through the square doorway...
The walls were much narrower past the threshold of the doorway. Only four men could walk side by side comfortably in this hall. A great difference from the entrance he had just come from. The hall was only dimply lit by the firelight that resided on the other end of the long stretch of stone hall. Ander could hear metal lightly tapping the stone floor, the metallic being was likely pacing in the other room. It only stopped as he drew closer.
Ander stepped from the shadow of the hallway and into the light of the small rectangular room. Every five feet a lit torch lined the wall leading into another dark room. And in the center of this room stood the roots of all his sorrow. The figure wrapped tightly in the black cloak of the Iron Judge. Her hood was pulled down far enough he could only make out the gray skin and pale lips from beneath it. He could care less if the tone had changed slightly since he had last seen her over a month and a half ago.
Ander's jaw clenched as he approached. "I was beginning to think you had done everyone a favor and perished...." He growled lowly.
A thick scowl formed on her face in response. "I've far too much to accomplish...."
Nick remained still even as Ander approached. Her right fist tensed and relaxed creating a soft metallic clicking noise with each movement.
Ander gave only three feet between them before he finally ceased his advance. His golden gaze bore daggers for the being before him.
"Well than, what do you need me to do? Or did you just summon me for spites sake foul demon? To simply inform me of the fun you've been having with your new toy..."
Nick's upper lip curled at the insult revealing her fangs. She drew a deep breath before striking Ander across the jaw with the back of her left hand. The assault forced Ander's head to turn with the blow. New gashes formed over his old scars from the sharp ridges in her metal gauntlet.
"Cage that tongue of yours behind your teeth or I WILL remove it." Nick hissed.
Her hand slowly withdrew behind the black cloak as she gave him a moment to recover from the blow before speaking again. Her hoarse voice still quivered with anger.
"You have been my first contact with anyone in near two months if that should ease your pitiful mind..."
Ander's hands rest firmly at his sides, even as blood begun to roll down his cheek and stain his cloths. His jaw remained tightly clinched.
"It would ease my mind more if you would release your leach..." He retorted.
"... something I have long considered and fully intend to do. I assure you."
"Than do it! What can one less 'minion' be to you?"
Nick drew a deep breath as she looked away. Her mind wondered away for a slight moment. It had always been her intentions to. After the fact, she could not keep her hold over him, nor those he should care about. But to loose her hold over Ander and Saga? Was it worth it?
Nick's thoughts were abruptly cut off as Ander lunged at her with a blade. She lept back and held her right arm up to shield her body from the blow. Sparks flew as metal clashed with a much stronger metal. She than moved her arm outward in an attempt to grab the long knife and render it useless. The palm begun to glow red as the heating mechanisms begun to trigger.
Ander lept out of the way of Nick's swipe than lunged at her from another angle. Nick brought up her left arm to counter in the same manner. This time as she blocked the blade her right hand lifted palm facing Ander and she released a quick jet of flame toward him.
Once again Ander lept out of the way than sprinted toward Nick's left side, and away from the flames. He than pulled one of the smaller throwing knifes from his belt and tossed it toward Nick's back. The blade clicked as it made contact, however it simply bounced off as easily as it would a ZOID's hide.
Nick whirled around to face her attacker her palm closed ceasing the stream of flame than opened again as a long metallic cord snaked its way toward Ander's neck from the palm. Steam hissed forth from the vents in her arm.
Ander momentarily deflected the cord as he stuck it with his blade in an attempt to bat it away. However, the move cost him the weapon as it was wrapped up and pulled out of his hands. The blade was crumpled as if made of paper than cast aside. Two more cords shot out from the forearm than shot toward Ander.
Ander rolled out of the way and continued to move back, testing the limits of these strange appendages. He removed two more throwing knives and tossed them both at Nick's chest. As before they made contact, but simply bounced off. Ander growled at the unsuccessful attempts. She must have put armor on under he cloak.
Nick begun to sprint toward Ander all three of the cords retracted back into her arm as she made her pursuit.
Ander withdrew his gun, setting it as it was quickly removed from the holster, and took aim. Nick shoved her right hand forward...
*Crackle BAM-twing* -THUD... CLACK-
Ander found himself entangled in a series of thick and thin cords and pinned against the wall of the room. His feet were suspended about two feet off the ground, arms pulled tight to his body. The gun had been knocked out of his hands when he was grabbed and shoved into the wall.
For a moment he grunted as he tried to struggle free. The cords pulled tightly. "Gah!"
His teeth grit as he managed to open an eye. Both eyes opened wide as he realized just what had pinned him. A long breath left his lips.
Nick's right arm was fully extended toward him and from it a series of cords protruding from the fingers, palm, forearm, under arm, shoulder, and back. Her lips thinned as she looked up at Ander, right eye at its brightest peak while the left eye narrowed.
"So be it, what -is- one less 'minion' to me? I release you from your obligations to me..." Nick growled lowly as she slowly begun to squeeze the cords tighter and tighter. A sinister grin formed on her lips as she glared up at Ander's distraught features.
Ander grunted as he resisted the urge to cry out from the pressure. Nick could feel his heart beating rapidly as the cords tightened around his neck...
She paused. For that brief moment her one lucky memory was brought to the forefront of her mind.
The cords slowly begun to loosen, Ander gasped for air.
Nick looked back up at Ander. "We have no more business to take care of... get out of my sight before I decide to remove your limbs."
The cords released altogether and allowed Ander to slip from the wall with another gasp and a cough. He gasped as his legs buckled under him and left him kneeling on the floor.
Nick drew a deep breath as she struggled to keep hold of that one thought. Yet once again the distraction was long enough for Ander to act.
Ander pressed the nose of his gun under Nick's chin with enough force to turn her head upward. She glared at him down her nose as he glared back at her with his cold golden eyes. None twitched at the gun was set...
Nick's right eye brightened as she continued to glare. She could feel the cold steel biting at her chin as the man before her continued to press. The rage in the eyes of this man...
"You have been one of the greatest misfortunes to ever befoul me with your presence." Ander growled and pressed the gun again. "And now... now I can right a wrong."
The gun begun to tremble in his hand as his finger lightly tapped the trigger. Why was this so difficult!? Revenge was well in his grasp and yet he could not pull the damn trigger.
Nick slowly raised her right hand than grasped the gun.
"Not before I do...."
The words were enough to startle Ander into releasing the hold he had on the gun. He watched in silence as Nick crushed the gun in her grip than cast it aside. This time it was his turn to be distracted and lost in thought as a thick cloud of black fog hissed from the vents in Nick's arm. The last he saw of Nick was her determined glare, silent words spoken in no more than the look on her face, before the black fog engulfed the both of them.
When the black fog cleared Ander was alone in the room. Left to stew in his own thoughts of events past....
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