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 Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:13 am
[[Okay, EVERYONE on the good team get those arses in gear NOW we need all good characters at more or less the same location like... well now ish really.
As it looks like both the other teams have most or all their charcters joined up more or less in some fashion]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:17 am
Lets_dance_on_fire Kormea wasn’t looking where he was going, besides, the wave of people going to the tournament was so slow he could walk "on autopilot" anyway. He stopped, a fair way off the path, to take a break, under a thick veil of tress [[This is so your character can see this whole scene Bane]] , he had some thinking to do. Okay, so recap, this guy's body is a little bit weak and undersized for his liking, but, that meant it was fast. Now how could he use this as the winning tool against these thick (both mentally and physically) obstacles in his way to winning. He could also feel materia all around him, it taunted him, almost seeming to pull at his very essence like a hook once it is embedded in a fish's lip. He wondered if he could nab any of the idiot's materia here, then again he doubted there would be much if any summon materia, and he NEEDED those materia. His train of though was interrupted when he felt gruff hands grab him from behind. He squirmed and kicked missing whoever had hold of him each time. He was gruffly spun around and an ugly face covered in small scars that looked like they where from many years of fighting stared at him. The a voice that seemed cold, detached get rough as sandpaper and as deep as an abyss at the base of the ocean told him: "Hand over your materia NOW or I beat the living s**t out of you and take it."Kormea didn’t panic, he was already formulating his way out of this (his rapid, tactical mind picking out the tree he was backed up against in and instant). He drew his hand slowly bringing it to the brownish-red gem embedded in the katar. And as he did so, as the huge monstrous man leered over him he slowly brought his other hand to a level in front of the man's shoulder. He began to thumble with the materia in the katar and then, pushed, hard, as hard as he could. The man stumbled and twisted to try and keep his balance due to his immense weight, in the process reversing his and Kormea's position to he was backed up against the tree. As his face contorted with rage an his fist began to ball, Kormea brought the hand with the katart into the man's face with a sickening crunch, the nose breaking, blood free-flowing in a crimson stream from the nose. The ogre of a man clutched his nose, howling in pain, fury in his eyes, his face going red with anger, he brought his fist up and swung it at Kormea, clipping his eye. Pain shot through Kormea like a bullet, his eye instantly beginning to swell, he had had enough, this was unacceptable, this guys had punched him, PUNCHED HIM for goodness sake, NO ONE punched him, NO ONE. He brought his leg into the man's groin, the man falling to the ground with a whimper of agony, curling into a fetal position, Kormea rough his leg back and kicked rapidly, back and forward, back and forward, back and forward into the man's stomach. He then kicked the man in the face, and the man coughed, gauged, a mix and blood, teeth and vomit escaping his cavernous mouth onto the shadow-covered grass below. But Kormea didn’t stop there, there was something maniacal about him now, a sort of frenzy going through him, he had been hurt, he hadn’t felt physical pain in well over 600 years [[though he and Rajossi have no idea of his age yet, just a lil tibitit for everyone else there]], he was beyond being furious or livid, he could smell the man’s putrid sick on the floor, hear his dirty laboured breathing, feel the heat coming from him, feel the throbbing of his own eye. He flicked his wrist, blades materialising in the odd ghostly fashion they always did, flickering sliver light from a sun-beam penetrating the canopy of trees above. Kormea pulled the man up with all his might against the tree, and drew back his right wrist, he thrust forward, the noise of cracking ribs and ripped flesh filling the small forest for less than a second. The man sprawled on the floor, a gaping hole in the far left side of his chest, blood oozing down the tree back onto it's slumped, barley breathing owner. Kormea walked away, the blades dematerialising, adrenaline pumping through his body, a sweet satisfaction coursing though him like some great, twisted reward, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips, because although it had been a very long time since he had been hurt, it had been in turn a very long time since he had hurt another, now chucking to himself as he walked on toward the tournament slowly in the crowd, his eye swelling firmly shut, he could make out the camp and tournament ground in the distance... Bane had stopped when he saw the man pinned against the tree and almost considered helping him. That was until he saw the giant of a man had been pinned against a tree in a matter of seconds. He considered it once more when the young man had been punched and flew backward. However when he saw the frenzy he had gone into after that, he could only stare in disbelief, wretching quietly at the collect of bile, blood, and other things escaped from the bandits mouth as he fell to the ground. He looked at the bandit, slumped against the tree, blood gushing from a large hole gaping in the left side of his chest. He shook his head in anger, awe, and pure sympathy and simply turned away; he already knew there was nothing he could do for the bandit, his death would be long and painful, no doubt rightfully deserved however. He continued to move from tree to tree quickly, wanting to escape the wretched smell that emited from the corpse of the giant man. Bane contemplated silently on what he had seen, there was something terribly wrong with that man, if he was even capable of being called a man anymore. There was something about him that brought all his worst memories to mind, that made his skin crawl when he saw him. He landed in front of a camp not far from the tournament grounds and looked around, there were plenty of fighters, most just overconfident or all muscle and no brains, this would be pretty easy as far as he could tell. Then he spotted the young man once more and silently promised that he would face him in a match.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 1:58 pm
Kormea sat down.
He was feeling in a less than generous mood. His eye was now totally swollen shut. Letting out a mix of a sigh and a growl of frustration, he continued building a small fire, night was fast approaching, most the fighters (himself included) had settled down on the grass under the stars, keeping a distance of respect from each other.
Finally done, he drew the kid's lighter and ignited the twigs and small branches, warmth and light dancing across his face in the dimming, golden brown glow off the descending sun.
He lit one of the cigarettes and drew in a long sweet cloud of poison and he sighed again, as much as he was mastering sizing control of the body, he STILL had to feed the other owner's addiction even when he was in charge...
He lay back on the grass, bathing in the beautiful light of the sunset.
He wondered, just HOW was he going to win this contest tomorrow?
He had no doubt he could outwit any opponent, only problem was, every time he used the materia, he would burn off magic at an exponential rate, as a result he would rapidly be losing the energy he need to sustain control, he would have to be careful about that.
He wondered if he could risk letting the kid fight, he decided against it, too risky, with Rajossi’s crappy fighting skills and the possibility of him not being able to re-gin body control again.
He began to wonder as he always did when it was starting to grow dark.
Just HOW had he ended up here?
Just who was he?
He could barely remember anything, his name, sure, he could remember a little of the world last time he had seen it, it had been in under a shadow it had been dark...
His eyes began to flutter under their lids.
"Weakness gripping his body, he could smell his own blood oozing from a sizzling gaping hole in his stomach, he could smell burning flesh, he felt like he was going o throw up. Only problem was, he couldn’t, there was no stomach and nothing TO regurgitate, he desperately fumbled with materia just by his face, green materia, cure materia, he had to fix this. It was going dark, so dark. He could hear laughing, feel breathing on the back of his neck. So cold, it was all going so cold, like he had plunged into the icy snows of the north.
Warmth was flowing from the wound in his torso.
He couldn’t even see a foot in front of his face now.
A blurred face came down to his eye level, he couldn’t make it out anymore, but he could tell it was smiling.
He felt a dull stabbing in his chest, everything began to fade allot faster, he couldn’t feel anything anymore on the outside.
He could only feel two things now as the last few drops of life slipped out of him, sadness such deep sadness, so much sadness for the world and how much it had degraded to become such a miserable hopeless place and anger.
So much anger, anger at everything they had done to themselves, the whole of humanity, such indifference to one's own fate, such greed, killing off parts of yourself for gain.
With his last breath, he gasped and shuddered, blood spraying from his cracked lips through cold sweat and he uttered his final words
"You don’t matter anymore, I don’t matter anymore, no one does, were all too far gone, one day we are all going to be dragged down by what we’ve done, but...
He wretched up blood and bile, coating his on face in the foul mix.
I promise everyone, if there is a way back here, and I find it..
More blood was running down his face now.
I will make sure everyone knows how much we make each other suffer for ourselves."
With those words his life faded into nothing, he felt so wonderful, flowing, twisting, no defined shape, bits of him disappearing and mixing with other, he could see nothing, just everything, him, them us, does it matter? They where all just a perfect glowing, swirling mix of greens, blues and whites, swirling, nothing to worry about, nothing mattered anymore, he was home, he was in bliss. Everything where it belongs, back where it started."
[[Just so everything is clear, the last paragraph was describing being a part of the life stream after death, not just a random dream sensation for Kormea]]
Kormea shot up cold sweat running down his face, he had awoken from the, what had it been?
A dream?
A flashback?
A trance?
Whatever it was he was out of it and he knew something was important to what he had just seen, because it felt like he had just felt himself die, but how? He was alive? Albeit not in his own body, but alive. How had this happened and WHAT had happened.
The sun was getting lower, crimson glows now puncturing the plain.
Kormea shakily lit a cigarette, taking long, nervous drags, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so worried, so scared, he gathered himself, it was silly, it had just been a dream.
With that he discarded it and went back to sleep, this time to a peaceful and un-eventful lull…
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:41 pm
All 5 crimson hounds lunged at him at once musa easily jumped over their heads and landed behind them. after a moment of confusion they finally realized he was behind them and turned, but this time musa made the first move he ran to the right and cut open the arm of the one furthest over making it snarl in pain it tried to retaliate with its front claw bt he blocked it with his right hand sword then jumped back. the other 4 moved in to attack musa while the wounded one stayed back, musa threw the sword in his left hand at one of them and stabbed it squarly in the head killing it instantly when the 3 got close enough he jumped over the middle ones back and stabbed it in the throat makeing it suffocate. befor he could move to a safe distance one of the others jumped upon him and all he could do was stick his sword in its mouth to keep it from biteing him luckily the other uninjured one came up and started to fight it over the food they had at their feet giveing musa time to get up and grab his other sword once he had it he easily dispatches the wounded behemoth and turns to the two who are still fighting not noticing he was gone "eh i'll leave em alone...maybe they'll eat their dead friends" musa walks away continuing on his way to his destination
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 12:14 am
((Um.. you do know that behemoths are WAY to ******** strong for us right? Those are lv 40+... we are barely in ours 20s... >.>))
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:01 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 11:51 am
[[lolz, maybe there were just recruited?]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:07 pm
[[No, DistantOne meant the monster Behemoths, you know big a** scarry things that could eat all of us whole, and Chris is right]]
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 11:29 pm
(Ooooorah? Where are all the good people supposed to meet? I don't even know if anyone else is in Costa Del Sol, yet, seeing as I just got back again ... Sha, not much of an RPer when it comes to readin'.)
Dahn merely chuckled and came down from the tree he was watching from, walking towards the samurai in a little amazement and a little disbelief. "The ef, man? Guy poison's you, then you guys become buddies for some reason? Shoot... Let me ask you something, how was the fight? I only caught half of your fight with lil' Leon, and this fight right here went by real quick. But shoot, going against high caliber people like that, and in a row? You's a crazy muf***er, I swear to god..."
He shook his head and chuckled before looking up. "I'm sorry, guess I never introduced myself. I usually ain't that much of a voyeur, more of the head master of the Saikyo Ryuu style, Dahn Hibiki. Met Leon a while back before I knew he could become some kinda weird demon mofo... And can I have the 'pleasure' of knowing your name? Or are you gonna go all ninja assassin on me, walk away with some flower petals behind you, and leave me wondering what the hell is going on?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:06 am
((I will be taking over the good team with zane later if it doesn't organize fast enough..
Mai I am kinda waiting on you >.>))
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:17 am
"Demon Mofo? Wow Dahn That hurts." Leon said as he walked up behind Dahn, Rev's voice still suprized Leon when it came out. "So, where ya been Dahn I thought you'd be in the forest but.... well here you are, Jubei this is the guy that was with me when I defeated Tal, he helped somewhat... though Tal's nowhere near dead. Funny how things turned out, I merge my soul with Rev, and now I'm helping enforcers."
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:56 am
Jubei turned in disbelief
"This.... This is the old guy?"
Jubei pulled his pda from his belt and observed the copy of the tactical report from Leon's battle with the downfall trio, looking at it and then Dhan over and over again.
"But"
Finally Jubei regained his composure and asked
"Why do you exist?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 3:37 pm
(Wait, I thought Chris was your good guy, not Zane... And seriously, who else is in Costa Del Sol right now?)
"Wait, what?" he said as the 'team' assembled. He looked himself over, feeling his face and his hair and checked his eye sight before letting out his question. "Okay.... Not many wrinkles, my hair's still brown, and I still have my 20-20 vision... So, what? Has the age expectancy of men really gone that low? I mean, I can't remember how old I am, though I think I'm only 30 or something... I dunno..."
He shook his head and shrugged, saying, "Guess it's cause I'm so awesome, huh? And Leon, dude, Demon Mofo's a compliment, sorta... Well, it was supposed to be, don't have to get all bakla on me and have your heart torn to shreds from a small amount of words. And, I've been on my boat, I guess it is now anyway... Training, thinking about that one guy who I can't freakin remember who cheated in our fight, man... Summoning is for people who can't fight their own battles, swear to God almighty herself, man."
As he was rambling, he looked over at the samurai and asked again, "But enough of that... Who is this guy?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:27 pm
Jubei ignored a lot of what Dahn was saying saying his interest however piqued when he mentioned facing a summoned monster, to the best of his knowledge the only member of the downfall trio who used summoned monsters was Rain and the beast he commanded was far from something you joke about the next day.
"Are you telling me you faced Diablos and survived, how?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:57 pm
[[ Me and Lets_dance_on_fire are at camp outside of the tournament that you originally brought up, waiting for you guys, your should be almost there I think, and I have no idea about DistantOne ]]
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