Well its only been 2 years, lets start this sucker back up :P
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Just went on to deviantart to find some Kingdom Hearts wallpapers, was confronted by 20+ bondage fetish pictures. Another day, another reason to stay off of deviantart
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Given the nature of all this new shit, you know, I-I-I-I... this could be a-a-a-a lot more, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, complex, I mean, it's not just, it might not be just such a simple... uh, you know?
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I was on here quite a few years ago under the name Ace_Riku, but I couldn't remember the password or it got deleted or something. I'll do pretty much any kind of RP but I mainly stick to fantasy, sci-fi, superhero and crossover stuff.
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Paul shot up, as if he had been awoken from a dream. He pulled in as much air into his lungs as he possibly could, and began to briefly hyperventilate.
What the hell happened? One second I was trying to track Maya and now I'm here?
Paul couldn't see much. His eyes were still adjusting, as if they hadn't been in use for a very long time. He was also having difficulty moving, it appeared that he had been strapped to a chair with metal clasps holding on to his arms and legs.
It would appear that you've gone through another 'time lapse,' dear Paul.
You say that every time this happens, but I still don't know what that means. Care to finally explain?
You have a tendency to overexert yourself. I believe you attempted to use some of your powers (after releasing yourself from quite a bumpy ride in a drop pod) to track Maya's location and instead you have brought your soul here. I won't go into the details of your soul being split and existing in multiple dimensional spaces as that is a complicated business that someone like you would not be able to understand.
Alright smartass, so what was I doing the whole time?
Truthfully I don't know, but I imagine whatever you were doing it was probably idiotic.
Paul shook his head in annoyance. Thankfully his fashionable attire had been preserved, but his weapon has been confiscated. Had he not been so groggy, Paul probably could've recovered his blade as all Archons are said to be able to do. Unfortunately, he felt like he had been bulldozed, so that wasn't an option. Instead he simply shook his arms and legs around trying to get his restraints off, so that perhaps he could find a way out of this dirty, grungy, dimly lit room.
What the hell happened? One second I was trying to track Maya and now I'm here?
Paul couldn't see much. His eyes were still adjusting, as if they hadn't been in use for a very long time. He was also having difficulty moving, it appeared that he had been strapped to a chair with metal clasps holding on to his arms and legs.
It would appear that you've gone through another 'time lapse,' dear Paul.
You say that every time this happens, but I still don't know what that means. Care to finally explain?
You have a tendency to overexert yourself. I believe you attempted to use some of your powers (after releasing yourself from quite a bumpy ride in a drop pod) to track Maya's location and instead you have brought your soul here. I won't go into the details of your soul being split and existing in multiple dimensional spaces as that is a complicated business that someone like you would not be able to understand.
Alright smartass, so what was I doing the whole time?
Truthfully I don't know, but I imagine whatever you were doing it was probably idiotic.
Paul shook his head in annoyance. Thankfully his fashionable attire had been preserved, but his weapon has been confiscated. Had he not been so groggy, Paul probably could've recovered his blade as all Archons are said to be able to do. Unfortunately, he felt like he had been bulldozed, so that wasn't an option. Instead he simply shook his arms and legs around trying to get his restraints off, so that perhaps he could find a way out of this dirty, grungy, dimly lit room.
While fighting back the spicy bile in his throat thanks to the veracity of the impact, Paul was busy picking off some leather that was sticking ever so slightly out of his boot. While, had he immediately gotten out of the pod, he probably would've been able to catch his ever-so-charming lover as she was also removing herself from a pod not terribly far from his location. Instead, Paul preoccupied himself with removing the one little piece of leather that was hanging ever so slightly, just enough for him to notice and become irritated. Paul had also cut his fingernails recently, so he was having quite a frustrating time. Finally, after a solid five minutes, Paul picked it off and was put in such a bad mood that he forgot to check the pod's schematics for oxygen levels, air pressure, etc. Thankfully he had no repercussions for his naivety on this day, but if that were to happen again he very well could've become a Paul-pancake (Paulcake?) if the gravity was too strong. Hopping out of the pod, he waved his hand to get the spiraling steam out of his face.
Barely in the distance, he could see a shape that looked an awful lot like the drop pod that he just removed himself from. Curious, Paul made his way over the pod while rubbing his arms rapidly in an attempt to stay warm. Peering inside the drop pod, he gave it a big whiff, and instantly recognized the smell.
Maya.
He couldn't place exactly what she smelled like, but it was a smell that gave him warmth inside, although he would prefer warmth outside at this point.
Odd, the coordinates for a Archon are supposed to disappear if someone is already looking for them... A glitch, maybe?
Or perhaps there are two Archons on this planet.
That'd be a change of pace, for sure.
Despite the gravely ground and murky atmosphere, Paul could just barely make out Maya's footsteps from amongst the dark soil. He had to practically form an acute angle with his body in order to make them out, but he followed the footprints nonetheless, until he bumped he tripped and fell on his head. Taking a few seconds to dust himself off, he could now make out some headlights in the distance. While they were yet to exist on his planet, he had at some point in his adventures encountered the mystical "motorcycle," a transportation device of untold power. He continued to follow the footsteps until he finally made out Maya, hiding behind a rocky structure. He was about to call out to her, but her loud sneeze covered up his voice. Maya emerged as the motorcycle riders pointed their weapons at her, and Paul remained where he was, prepared to jump out if anything went wrong. His dagger, ever at the ready, was gripped tight in his hand.
Barely in the distance, he could see a shape that looked an awful lot like the drop pod that he just removed himself from. Curious, Paul made his way over the pod while rubbing his arms rapidly in an attempt to stay warm. Peering inside the drop pod, he gave it a big whiff, and instantly recognized the smell.
Maya.
He couldn't place exactly what she smelled like, but it was a smell that gave him warmth inside, although he would prefer warmth outside at this point.
Odd, the coordinates for a Archon are supposed to disappear if someone is already looking for them... A glitch, maybe?
Or perhaps there are two Archons on this planet.
That'd be a change of pace, for sure.
Despite the gravely ground and murky atmosphere, Paul could just barely make out Maya's footsteps from amongst the dark soil. He had to practically form an acute angle with his body in order to make them out, but he followed the footprints nonetheless, until he bumped he tripped and fell on his head. Taking a few seconds to dust himself off, he could now make out some headlights in the distance. While they were yet to exist on his planet, he had at some point in his adventures encountered the mystical "motorcycle," a transportation device of untold power. He continued to follow the footsteps until he finally made out Maya, hiding behind a rocky structure. He was about to call out to her, but her loud sneeze covered up his voice. Maya emerged as the motorcycle riders pointed their weapons at her, and Paul remained where he was, prepared to jump out if anything went wrong. His dagger, ever at the ready, was gripped tight in his hand.
This darker, alternate Paul looked down at the monstrosity that was his body. He had truly been torn inside and out, left as nothing but a shell to be used by a machine. Could he even be considered Paul Hetfield anymore? As he pondered this in horror, he tried to move, but found himself strapped down to a table, as he had been for what felt like years. He tried to flex his arms, but found that there was no muscle being strained, but rather cold machinery. Even so, he felt... powerful. There was a sort of intensity throughout his entire body, and he felt stronger than he ever had before. With a quick snap he broke the bonds that were holding him, as if his true potential had been lying dormant in him all along.
He stood upright, a bit wobbly on his cybernetic legs. His one remaining human eye scanned the room for a way out, while his cybernetic eye began to boot up, as were the power cells in his body. Someone seemed to be activating him from beyond, although he wasn't sure if this was a sort of supernatural force or his own self-intiative that was enabling him to suddenly snap metal bars and balance upon metallic prosthetics.
His robotic eye activated with an overwhelming sting, causing Hetfield to cry out in pain as a plasma laser shot straight from his eye. Terrifyingly, his voice wasn't his own, at least not the one produced by his vocal cords. It was instead a mere machination of his voice, recreated through the speaker lodged in where his throat used to be. The laser tore through the items in the room like paper, until Hetfield finally got the laser under control. His cyber eye now had a red interface, which he was quickly able to use as if he had it his entire life. He found an exit, but only once it was opened by a heavily armored soldier. Hetfield had inadvertently destroyed the room's light in his laser bout, so the room was completely dark once the door was closed except for the glow of Hetfield's eye (and some of his cybernetics.)
While the soldier had seen things that no human should ever see, he couldn't help but be slightly unnerved by Hetfield moving towards him slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. The soldier was thrown through the door, slamming into the tight hallway wall. Hetfield stood above the soldier, his eye laser charging as his machinated voice gurgled "Where is your boss?!" ferociously.
Piercingly, Ragnarok, the embodiment of Death, forced his way into Hatfield's mind, like a parasite digging it's way through skin. This caused Hetfield's eye to discharge, splitting the interrogated soldier in half.
None...speak to me...for I speak to them the voice muttered within Hetfield's mind, with enough menace that Hetfield was instantly attentive.
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Paul, the true Archon of Time, very slowly awoke from his coma aboard the Leviathan. His forehead ached maddeningly, although the small water molecules left behind from Maya's cute and affectionate kiss did help to ease the pain somewhat, although Paul wasn't sure if that was because he perceived the kiss coming from Maya (and thankfully not from Marcus) during his brief coma or if there was truly some sort of pain-nullifying benefit gained from kisses, as so many mothers have tried to convince their children.
Sliding off of the "bed," which was in reality closer to a slab of metal rather than something suitable for a hospital environment, but seeing as Marcus' ship didn't belong to any government there wasn't exactly an inspection team. Seeing as his lovely... well, lover, wasn't there watching over him and Marcus was also not there in his usual brooding way Paul could only assume that they had gone to pick up more Archons. Considering the urgency, Paul decided to quickly push away the thought that perhaps Maya was waiting for him in the bedroom, and instead went on his way to the bridge, where he found a preset set of coordinates, which he selected, and then went on over to the drop bay.
Paul climbed into the cramped, uncomfortable drop pod and prepared to launch. The half-peeled off Scooby Doo sticker did little to ease his worry of going splat upon reaching the surface of the planet, which seemed to have an awful dangerous terrain. Paul would've begun to ponder how exactly a Scooby Doo sticker got onto the brooding Marcus' drop pod, but the launch of the pod at such a high velocity disrupted that thought. Paul's pod landed and thankfully he made it in one piece.
He stood upright, a bit wobbly on his cybernetic legs. His one remaining human eye scanned the room for a way out, while his cybernetic eye began to boot up, as were the power cells in his body. Someone seemed to be activating him from beyond, although he wasn't sure if this was a sort of supernatural force or his own self-intiative that was enabling him to suddenly snap metal bars and balance upon metallic prosthetics.
His robotic eye activated with an overwhelming sting, causing Hetfield to cry out in pain as a plasma laser shot straight from his eye. Terrifyingly, his voice wasn't his own, at least not the one produced by his vocal cords. It was instead a mere machination of his voice, recreated through the speaker lodged in where his throat used to be. The laser tore through the items in the room like paper, until Hetfield finally got the laser under control. His cyber eye now had a red interface, which he was quickly able to use as if he had it his entire life. He found an exit, but only once it was opened by a heavily armored soldier. Hetfield had inadvertently destroyed the room's light in his laser bout, so the room was completely dark once the door was closed except for the glow of Hetfield's eye (and some of his cybernetics.)
While the soldier had seen things that no human should ever see, he couldn't help but be slightly unnerved by Hetfield moving towards him slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. The soldier was thrown through the door, slamming into the tight hallway wall. Hetfield stood above the soldier, his eye laser charging as his machinated voice gurgled "Where is your boss?!" ferociously.
Piercingly, Ragnarok, the embodiment of Death, forced his way into Hatfield's mind, like a parasite digging it's way through skin. This caused Hetfield's eye to discharge, splitting the interrogated soldier in half.
None...speak to me...for I speak to them the voice muttered within Hetfield's mind, with enough menace that Hetfield was instantly attentive.
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Paul, the true Archon of Time, very slowly awoke from his coma aboard the Leviathan. His forehead ached maddeningly, although the small water molecules left behind from Maya's cute and affectionate kiss did help to ease the pain somewhat, although Paul wasn't sure if that was because he perceived the kiss coming from Maya (and thankfully not from Marcus) during his brief coma or if there was truly some sort of pain-nullifying benefit gained from kisses, as so many mothers have tried to convince their children.
Sliding off of the "bed," which was in reality closer to a slab of metal rather than something suitable for a hospital environment, but seeing as Marcus' ship didn't belong to any government there wasn't exactly an inspection team. Seeing as his lovely... well, lover, wasn't there watching over him and Marcus was also not there in his usual brooding way Paul could only assume that they had gone to pick up more Archons. Considering the urgency, Paul decided to quickly push away the thought that perhaps Maya was waiting for him in the bedroom, and instead went on his way to the bridge, where he found a preset set of coordinates, which he selected, and then went on over to the drop bay.
Paul climbed into the cramped, uncomfortable drop pod and prepared to launch. The half-peeled off Scooby Doo sticker did little to ease his worry of going splat upon reaching the surface of the planet, which seemed to have an awful dangerous terrain. Paul would've begun to ponder how exactly a Scooby Doo sticker got onto the brooding Marcus' drop pod, but the launch of the pod at such a high velocity disrupted that thought. Paul's pod landed and thankfully he made it in one piece.
Still, sorry Ace. :<
I was buried in medical shit yesterday. literally did not notice people had posted, despite it saying people had posted.
Paul did want to answer Marcus' question. Genuinely, he did, as it was a pretty valid question considering Paul had not only rocketed himself and two individuals years back in time but had also fought off the elusive SKULL unit, undoubtedly another creation of Ragnarok. Unfortunately for Marcus, Paul's dearest love decided to come around the corner in that next moment, causing Paul to enter lovebird mode and immediately forget all other happenings that didn't involve passionately embracing Maya. Considering what everyone had been through, she looked absolutely beautiful- like a goddess, which she technically was. While Paul normally loathed royalty, his blind love for the gorgeous Maya enabled him to overlook that fact.
Turns out that Paul probably would've done well to answer Marcus' question, as the momentary hormone boost he had received upon contact with Maya was quickly wearing thin, and the true toll of Paul's recent actions was about to catch up with him. After much kissing and hugging and all that stuff, Paul pulled away (with the intention of that moment only being brief) but found his legs beginning to wobble. Blood began to, once again, pour from his nose and mouth as he collapsed onto the cold floor, and if his companions had any shred of mercy they would do well to transport him to the medical bay for treatment.
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It'd felt like hours. Months. Years. How much longer could this poor fellow endure this torment. How much longer would he have to feel himself be torn to shreds inside and out, his entire humanity and soul ripped from his essence, leaving him nothing but an empty shell. But the interrogator's methods had worked: where there had once been sadness, love, joy, compassion, sentimentality and fear, now there was only burning hatred and seething envy. He had been born only to be replaced? Was his life only meant to be suffering? He couldn't sit by and allow this to happen... he would get back at the faker who had taken his destiny from him. If joining up with this "Ragnarok" fellow allowed him to do that, then he would go through any procedure, take any life, and burn any bridge to do that. He was Paul Hetfield, and he would destroy anyone that stood in his way. That was his destiny.
Turns out that Paul probably would've done well to answer Marcus' question, as the momentary hormone boost he had received upon contact with Maya was quickly wearing thin, and the true toll of Paul's recent actions was about to catch up with him. After much kissing and hugging and all that stuff, Paul pulled away (with the intention of that moment only being brief) but found his legs beginning to wobble. Blood began to, once again, pour from his nose and mouth as he collapsed onto the cold floor, and if his companions had any shred of mercy they would do well to transport him to the medical bay for treatment.
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It'd felt like hours. Months. Years. How much longer could this poor fellow endure this torment. How much longer would he have to feel himself be torn to shreds inside and out, his entire humanity and soul ripped from his essence, leaving him nothing but an empty shell. But the interrogator's methods had worked: where there had once been sadness, love, joy, compassion, sentimentality and fear, now there was only burning hatred and seething envy. He had been born only to be replaced? Was his life only meant to be suffering? He couldn't sit by and allow this to happen... he would get back at the faker who had taken his destiny from him. If joining up with this "Ragnarok" fellow allowed him to do that, then he would go through any procedure, take any life, and burn any bridge to do that. He was Paul Hetfield, and he would destroy anyone that stood in his way. That was his destiny.
Marcus' figure was approaching very quickly now, with the four mysterious figures in tow. Two of them warped near Marcus, so naturally Paul was ready to come help if it hadn't been for the other two who warped right in front of him. As if time had slowed down, Paul leaped off of the ground and slammed both of his feet into one of the figures' chest, bouncing off of him with enough force to send Paul flying back with even enough time to a flip and the BA "land kneeling down" pose that we all know and love. The other figure rushed at Paul with his machete in hand, it's eyes ablaze with a berserker fury. Paul quickly reached for his dagger, which miraculously was in his coat. He slashed horizontally, slicing through the figure's knee with enough force to make it stumble, after which Paul sliced vertically at the figure's throat. Before he could slice it's head in half, it vanished in a wispy black smoke. Paul probably would've died in the couple seconds of confusion if it hadn't been for Marcus' timely arrival in taking out the other figure.
"I was in the neighborhood, decided to stop by" Marcus called out as he got into a ready stance along with Paul.
"Heh, 'appreciate it."
The four figures reappeared surrounding Paul and Marcus with their guns in one hand and their machetes in the other.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Paul requested, sensing the futility of battle.
"I was in the neighborhood, decided to stop by" Marcus called out as he got into a ready stance along with Paul.
"Heh, 'appreciate it."
The four figures reappeared surrounding Paul and Marcus with their guns in one hand and their machetes in the other.
"What do you say we get out of here?" Paul requested, sensing the futility of battle.
Ugh. Both of my posts are ech. Don't worry fellas, I'll get back into the swing of things soon.
Paul could feel Marcus' presence strengthen as he drew closer to the planet. Almost in sync, a very heavy mist overtook the small town, causing everyone to immediately retreat within their respective homes. Paul caught a shaggy middle-aged man by the arm as he was moving.
"What's happening?" Paul interrogated as the man struggled to get away.
The man's eyes opened wide in recognition, his lips slightly opened in shock.
"Captain Hetfield..?" the man muttered.
Paul slowly relaxed his grip as he recognized his former first mate, Barnaby. The man had clearly been changed, as his face was worn and torn with stress, nothing like the young and adventurous face he had remembered before his time with Marcus. Then again, Paul looked nothing like his former self either.
It seems that your adventures back in time must've altered this Paul's reality.
The two men embraced briefly, but it was clear time was of the essence.
"I can't believe you're back, cap'n! I thought that those invaders from above had taken you away?"
"What're you talking about?"
"Don't you remember..? Those men in black came down, set the ship ablaze and took you away with them. Everyone else was slaughtered, but I managed to get away."
It seems Ragnarok must've got to this Paul first. Let's hope we don't get another Doppelgänger situation.I fear that may be the case, Corvus. We'll have to be extra careful.
Barnaby seemed like he was about to say something, but his eyes widened once again as he looked into the mist beyond. Barnaby began to back up, clearly horrified by whatever was in that mist.
"C'mon cap'n! Let's get out of here!" Barnaby screamed.
Paul could see four figures in the distance. Their bodies were drooping as they walked, yet their eyes glowed a brilliant green. There was another, fifth figure running away from these four spooky fellows, and Paul instantly recognized who it was. Despite Barnaby's protests, Paul ran headfirst into the mist.
"What's happening?" Paul interrogated as the man struggled to get away.
The man's eyes opened wide in recognition, his lips slightly opened in shock.
"Captain Hetfield..?" the man muttered.
Paul slowly relaxed his grip as he recognized his former first mate, Barnaby. The man had clearly been changed, as his face was worn and torn with stress, nothing like the young and adventurous face he had remembered before his time with Marcus. Then again, Paul looked nothing like his former self either.
It seems that your adventures back in time must've altered this Paul's reality.
The two men embraced briefly, but it was clear time was of the essence.
"I can't believe you're back, cap'n! I thought that those invaders from above had taken you away?"
"What're you talking about?"
"Don't you remember..? Those men in black came down, set the ship ablaze and took you away with them. Everyone else was slaughtered, but I managed to get away."
It seems Ragnarok must've got to this Paul first. Let's hope we don't get another Doppelgänger situation.I fear that may be the case, Corvus. We'll have to be extra careful.
Barnaby seemed like he was about to say something, but his eyes widened once again as he looked into the mist beyond. Barnaby began to back up, clearly horrified by whatever was in that mist.
"C'mon cap'n! Let's get out of here!" Barnaby screamed.
Paul could see four figures in the distance. Their bodies were drooping as they walked, yet their eyes glowed a brilliant green. There was another, fifth figure running away from these four spooky fellows, and Paul instantly recognized who it was. Despite Barnaby's protests, Paul ran headfirst into the mist.
I was kidding, you were just gone for a long time.
One thing to know about me, I'm a sarcastic bitch but I don't mean any of it! I promise lol
Ha! Don't worry Kaalee, I remember your frequent sarcasm. I can take whatever you throw at me.
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