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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 1:51 pm
((roger that deity, i just got to figure out why now......why he would have dissapeared in the first place. i mean i know that in the thread its because you hit him or sumthin like that, but c'mon, like that would keep him away for long biggrin ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 2:45 pm
<
Fierce intimidatse Jade briefly before flying off, where the summary ends and Deity continues RPing by beginning to ravage parts of the US military still awaiting command on the horizon. Raziel can jump back into play just before or during that event, starting a fight... =O>>
<<@Darc's Previous Statement: We can still fight, whenever you feel like jumping in...Deity doesn't care how many opponents there are or who they are...the only stipulation is that if Deity is already in battle, you must have th'consent of his opponent...so, jump in anytime if Kyle doesn't mind.>>
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 3:54 pm
Kyle watched in something that resembled horror and amazement as the demon-man punched one hand into the wall, cracking it with very large splices and many more hairline fractures.
"He... he's unstoppable..." Kyle muttered.
Even the darkness sound amazed, "No s**t."
Then the demon starts to pick up the pace with each hit, shattering the wall. Kyle quickly stumbled over to Ichigo and clapped his hands together, putting them on the ground, and creating a wall of cement and road tar that jutted to protect her.
Because diamond shards - sharp as a knife blade came pouring down.
Kyle, of course, took the brunt of hailfire of diamonds shards. They came raining down from the broken and beaten wall. One very large piece slashed his right cheek, creating a roughly 3 each flesh wound. It bled nicely too. A few cut up his back and shoulders, another few cutting at his arms.
The Alchemist opened his eye and looked at the ground. Many a diamond pieces embedded in the ground... most lined with blood.
"Your body is stupidly weak. I can at least make mine a tough carbon-based armor."
Kyle coughed loudly, "S-shove it..."
He collasped and felt a harsh sting in his back. He wondered what it was at first... then realized he had roughly a dozen diamond shards stabbed into his back.
However, he knew he was driftening in and out of consciousness now as the pain was dulling and his eyesight... his natural eyesight was going.
"My turn is almost here!! Oh this is going to be such fun, Kyle!! Such fun!!"
And the Havoc Alchemist wanted to argue with Fury but he... he just wanted to sleep. So... sleepy...
As Kyle faded into unconsciousness, other parts of his mind became active. And there seemed a disturbing aura about Kyle, as if an energy... an energy that was natural and unnatural to this world... swirled around him.
The Gate of Alchemy was opening to allow the sociopathic being known as Fury through and taking Kyle in its place - or at least Kyle's soul.
However, this process took time. Time was something he didn't have.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 4:17 pm
((May I step in now? ^3^))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 5:13 pm
(( Haha, Ichi can't post for a while. x33 Poor Kyle... The Only Alchemist in Orion... xP ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 6:06 pm
((w00t. I'm awesomely original. And my character will be fine. Kinda like Ed: Beaten up, stabbed in various places, ect, ect. And not a scar to show for it afterwards. xp ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 6:10 pm
(( Very very true! Beats, scrapes, bruises and scratches, yet not a mark. Except for the scar on his chest from automail. xP <3 ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 10:02 pm
<<@Darc: That's up to Kyle... =O ...Kyle?>>
::Only a few more deafening moments pass, and there is a giant hole in the side of the diamond wall. Lowering his arms and lifting his right leg, the Red-Headed Devil stomps down at the jagged edg esof the tear, smashing it down further until it now reaches the ground. With diamond shards all over the ground like the remains of a shattered glass window, the devil drags his foot back to him as the black mist seeps out into the other side of the wall. He made a door for himself.
A red electrical bolts of energy spiral and twist around the demon's form, he looks down at the seemingly unconscious and bloodied body of the alchemist, Kyle. He's not moving. He's not doing anything. Except bleeding. He may as well be dead then. Quickly forgetting what he was just doing as his short attention span rears its ugly head, Demonic Fierce stands tall and lazy, rocking his head back in a wide-mouthed yawn. Not tired, just bored.::
...Kyle...is he...no, he's not dead...he's changing, though....Deity doesn't g--...wait, Ichi...!!
::The devil takes a while longer to notice, but he eventually sees the odd cemet and tar block, sort of just jutting out of the road for no particular purpose. Snow continues to fall around the area as Fierce tilts his head to one side, his face stained with blood and dirt. He hears a heartbeat, and a rapid one at that. The girl. Stepping over the knocked out boy and coming again to a halt, Fierce reaches down with his right hand and sinks his claws into the strange substance like a hot knife through butter. With no effort, he nonchalantly tears it out of the road, bringing a chunk of the asphault with it before tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. It hits the diamond wall and bounces off, hitting the brick wall of one of the buildings nearby before landing on the sidewalk.
Revealed now is the foxling Ichigo, cowering on the road. From this range, within only a few feet of the demon, Ichi should be able to make some sort of identifcation of the demon. He resembles someone, but the relation is so faint that it's hard to pinpoint exactly who it is. The sick, twisted grin that is curling itself around the monster's features isn't helping, either.::
...ooohh...stopped, she...stopped running...
::If the girl had any control over herself, she would probably want to run right about now, and pray for a miracle. For so many people, this will prove to be useless. If there is a god, he can do nothing to stop the juggernaut, the machine of destruction sent to Earth to destroy it.::
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 5:27 pm
[[Darc can enter in at anytime he wants. I can't say Fury won't try to kill him though. twisted ]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 6:59 pm
(( gonk Ichi thought she was unconcious!! xP ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 10:58 am
((that would be cool deity, i was wanting to redo that portion. not to change any of the actions mind you, but to better describe them on my part. a lot of the people here dont know anything about raz, so id like it for them to find out.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 4:11 pm
(( HOmigawd!!! Ichi is sorry she didn't post. xP She thought she was unconcious. *smacksmacckshoot* Gomen. ))
Ichi cowered as she sat in the shell of road... material. She screamed as a hole was torn in it. She saw him, she screamed and froze, too terrified to move. That was really a great time to wake up. Then suddely, her arms moved, her legs too. Fear was starting to get the best of her, as that's what made her move.
"N-no!!"
But fear didn't give her enough enery to get up, she just crawled backwards on the road, cowering. Her eyes were wide with fear, her pupils felt like they shrank into unexistance. Her heart was bearting so fast it felt like it wasn't even beating anymore.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 8:54 pm
::The Red-Headed Devil draws a blank on his face as he watches the girl scoot backwards, still on the ground. The bottom lid of his right eye begins to spasm slightly as if it's agitated. A look of contempt washes over his face, an inexplicable rage he feels toward this girl. Tilting his head back with his blackened eyes still focusing on her, Fierce now smiles, such an abrupt change in expression. He looks crazed as he looks at the girl like a carnivorous hunter would view helpless prey. Food. However, this beast wishes more to just kill her.
Without a word, but tilting his head back down so his jaw will rest above his collarbones, the devil opens his mouth in the same sick grin, stepping forward with his thick leather boot. Ichigo continues to back away, stricken with fear, which just excites Fierce more so.::
...sad, so....how sad...no chasing...
::Another step, then another. Another. The toes of his boots occasionally drag against the asphault, his steps mockingly slow. His arms dangle lifelessly around his hips, which are clothed mostly by his shirt, though his tight belt also rests there. Even as lazy as he seems, he can kill this girl at any time without giving her enough time even to conjure a thought. But that's pretty boring.
A few more moments, and the tall demon's long stride has carried him over the girl, one foot resting at either side of her hips. He abruptly lifts his right leg before dropping it onto Ichi's body - at the point where her ribcage stops - between her chest and abdomen. No matter how hard she struggles, she cannot move. He actually isn't holding her very tightly, but if she squirms too much, she won't have much of a chest cavity to speak of. Fierce stands here for a moment, hunching his body forward as his grin fades, and he stares at Ichi from directly above her. The snow falling around him just appears odd now, too so completely contrasting figures in the same glance.
His eyes are wide, yet dull and emotionless. They're empty. There is nothing in this monster's eyes. He cannot feel pain nor fear. He can sense both in his 'toys', and that brings him excitement. He expresses this emotion by playing with more people, to bring about more fear and pain. A moment more of silence, and Fierce bends his left leg, kneeling down until his knee hits the road. He leans down even closer now, less than a foot away from the shivering child. In a physical sense, Fierce is many times older than Ichigo. Mentally, it's quite the opposite, and it probably shows.
The stench of blood is all over this demon, though all of the movement has caused most of it dry, leaving a ghastly red stain all over his skin. This close, Fierce lets his cruel eyes trace the contours of the young girl's body. Her hands, her face. Her neck. Everything he stops and takes note of is her bare skin. So young, and so soft. They don't come much better than this. And there is something about this girl, to boot.
In just a moment, Fierce lifts his right hand and digs his long black claws into the left side of Ichi's shirt, the tips piercing into her skin at slanting angles - not directly stabbing her. All five claws go in about half an inch, as Fierce's fingers are sprawled out. His ring and pinky fingers are jabbing near her left side, his index and middle fingers jutting into her shoulder, and his thumb at her collarbone. He is pushing down against her left breast - through her shirt - with a great amount of pressure, nearly enough to break the bones. If this endures, they very well may snap. The fact that she is even alive proves how he wishes to toy with her.
Blood begins to soak Ichi's shirt, Fierce lowering his left palm to the ground as his wolflike tail holds his balance. The temperature for the Earthling girl is about 8 degrees fahrenheit, a result of the chilling black mist that swirls around the both of them. It'd be warmer, but they're already outside in late October. Waiting a moment to watch her expression, the Red-Headed Devil Demonic Fierce narrows his blood scarlet eyes before grinning wildly at the girl. He dips his head down and snaps his jaws shut with crushing impact. Her right shoulder is the target, his razor-sharp fangs digging into her flesh, one of his bottom jaw canines piercing through a bone. This bite isn't an attempt to kill her, or even injure Ichigo, though Fierce has succeeded at the latter. He just wants a taste of her blood.::
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 2:05 pm
From ashes that had been Kyle came something far from the good that the Havoc Alchemist wanted to embody.
From him came evil.
A red light seemed to strike from the ground around Kyle, encircling him, covering him. More and more light semed to pulse around him, forming a shell. The bright red light hardened into a perfect, blood red semi-sphere.
Suddenly, it started to crack, thin fractures forming. Then with a burst, the glass-like semi-sphere shattered opened.
Fury stood up and looked around.
"I... I am... free! I am free again!!" It yelled out, laughing a crazed laughter of a maniac.
Fury looked just like Kyle, except much paler and blood red eyes. However, his clothes were different. Black street pants with a black leather belt, a torn up black muscle shirt, black gloves, a black studded collar, and worn black shoes.
Plus the last piece of clothing came from his pockets. Black shaded Romani glasses. He put them on.
The major differences came from tha fact that Fury had both organic legs and the left eye, unlike his counterpart with a soul.
And there was, of course, the Ouroboros - the tattoo of snake eating its own tail and classic symbol of an Homunculi - was tattooed to the being's forehead.
It stared at the red-headed devil, cocking its head sideways, studying it.
"You are strong, beast!" It commented, smiling a child-like and yet insane smile.
Suddenly, something began to 'grow' from the left arm of Fury. It's black, disgusting arm was nearly double the length of its true one. The Homunculi's shoulder grow larger, as well, with several smaller spikes emerging from a very large one. The black 'arm' was nearly indestrucable, comprised on of a carbon based compisite, making it much much stronger than each diamond.
Embedded Inside the center of the shoulder was the true Philosopher's Stone, glowing a fiercely red glow, shining its brilliance and power for all to see. The power that fed both Fury and Kyle the same. It's power would never fade like any other Stone due to the nature of its creation either.
Each death in the world of Shambala fed it. A little bit of those souls joined with the Stone, giving it an unlimited power. A power only as powerful as the wielder.
Three whips with scaple sharp edges emerged from the wrists, swaying widely back and forth.
The three taloned hand closed and open as Fury adjusted himself.
He launched himself at the close-by demon, talons opened to stab it in the back.
"Wheee! Time to fight! Hahaha!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 2:19 pm
Ichi eyes couldn't seem to open any wider then they already were, then suddenly she shut them. And screamed. Screamed in bloody hell. She pulled her head so far back that her chest came up towards the demon. She wanted to push him away, but it hurt to much to move, tears ran down the side of her face as she screamed even more. It agonizing, to feel the actual pain of his teeth and claws in her. She probably preferred dying the way the other humans died. Quickly, painlessly... Well... Almost.
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