Renny

Digital Genocide: Digimon Roleplay!

Forum is more familiar to me. Though if you'd like to do PM, i'm down for that too.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

I M P O R T A N T

Crouched in a dark corner, hidden away from the light and prying eyes of the creatures within the crypt, and warmed by the leather, weather-worn cloak that he wrapped around himself, he tried his best to sleep. His hand wrapped firmly around the steel hilt of his short sword, its sheathed point pushed against the ground. Where was he? the question still echoed somewhere in the back of his head. He tried to convince himself that it was unimportant, that the life he was living at the moment was imperative. But the question was a ghost if he had ever believed in that sort of nonsense.

It nagged and gnawed until he drew his attention to it. Between the hiding and watching for monsters, his attention was very short for anything non-urgent. Even if they were--arguably--of the utmost importance. He took a shivering breath, the shakes grasping him all of a sudden. He had felt it once before but that was in a different part of the crypts, near a specter unlike any creature he'd seen before. A being that brought icy and frigid temperatures along with it.

Was it the twang of metal that stirred its movement? Now that he thought on it again, that sound was a familiar one. It brought back fresh--albeit very short--memories. They flashed pass his eyes and banged on his brain with throbbing consequence.

He held the flag of another for a moment but dropped it upon witnessing blood fly through the air and a blade glimmer along with it. a few feet in front of him.

A man, a friend... perhaps, smiled somberly at him before having an arrow pierce his skull...

He re-clenched his grip on his sword and simply listened. The next sounds would decided his next moves, for he was not fool enough to head straight into the arms of that foul, cold beast. No, he was not fool enough. The prospect of engaging that monster the first time he entered was deplorable. And now that he had found a place where no creature roamed and he could grab a deserved, if not hunger-pained, sleep, he was reluctant to leave. Over six thousand steps since his awakening--not including rests and piss-stops--had accumulated to that moment. Who would waste such valued time?

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Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. ^^;

I'm betting dropping a literal Nuke surprised Yunin a bit. How much actual damage did it do?

@Feisty-Pants

Physically his skinned is burn terribly and before he deploy the ethereal prosthetics, he was missing his two arms. Still is actually but the energy is filling in for them. You did amazing, considering back in Ishgal he was only afraid of fighting Dragons.

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@Saltwater ThiefThat's scary. Getting the mother figure involved... you guys should be ashamed. lol.

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True, true. After the Arc is over I'll tell you all the reason I made Yunin so strong.

It'll be truly amazing!

Not really. So good afternoon everyone ^^

Betwixt the Eternal Light

A good post nonetheless though. Nice.

Betwixt the Eternal Light

Hey everyone :)

I would say afternoon but I'm not sure exactly what time it is for everyone.

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Welp the next post is up. Can anyone guess what's happening with Yunin?

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Y U N I N T H E S A V A G E

A S H A L L O W S H E L L

He stared carelessly at the wizards. Their attempts at survival was pointless and unreasonable. What had transpired since the time of Ishgal? what had changed? Humans were once creatures of fear and cowardice. They ran when they could and hid to avoid battle. Only a rare kind would emerge to combat adversity. But now, standing before him, was another of that rare kind. A woman who shimmered with blind hope. She risked everything on her life and was willing to sacrifice it for others. Others too. He remained still as a flurry of ice shards shattered against a curved sphere of energy, instinctive as it was, the magic appeared in time.

Foolish humans.

Again a pressure in his hollow chest seemed to echo with discord.

He touched it gingerly and at the same time acknowledged the chaos that would rain down on him shortly. Each laser of magic was a singularity slowed in time, a glimmer in the darkness that seemed overshadowed by the mass of light preparing to rupture forth. It made him feel lonely, for he was but a overpowered remnant, destined to reign till its whole returned. Though he grimaced inwardly, he displayed no emotion outwardly that hinted at his sadness.

Let it come, child. Show me your idiocy, your foolishness, your ill-minded conviction. No god exists beyond me. No redemption or haven lies beyond this world, he spoke, taking a step forwards before feeling the first bang of the beams sent from above. It clashed upon a small shield of pure energy, shielding him from damage. And so it was with each bang afterwards as he continued on. I'am not your salvation, I'am not your defender, I'am not your enemy. I'am your ruler and that is all you shall know before you die. This... fulmination will not kill me but it will bring your comrades that much closer to death. Place the blame on your shoulders with your last thought for being weak bodied-

His yellow eyes widened for just a moment as the searing energy reached him and spread beyond him hastily. The magic burned him unlike anything had for centuries. Surprised, he instinctively crossed his arms to shield himself from its raze. The brilliant light tore the malnourished skin of his pale arms off and soon he was covered in the fury of the Holy Warrior. He fell towards the ground and welcomed the pain of battle again as he continued his thought.

And weak minded.

The wrathful roar of the explosion resounded for miles beyond the realm, shattering its fragile state and exposing reality at its southernmost quadrant. The sky was empty of clouds, a shimmering of sunshine fell into the realm of chaotic green and black. It was the reprieve of a terrible nightmare. A reprieve that would not last.

A dreary gray fell over the massive clearing. Dirt scorched black fell from the realm's sky as tainted snow. His presence, though quelled for a moment, sparked back to life not too far from them. A flesh tattered nub rose from out the fine sooth as he climbed out. He was burned all over, the trim of black fur was dried with black blood as his looked towards the unconscious martyr. In a green-starlight firework of magic, his arms were soon replaced with prosthetics of pure energy--each resembling his lost limbs in structure.

He glazed his yellow eyes over all and extended his presence to those that weren't around, so even they felt under his Godly gaze. His magic spiked even further, overshadowing the entire cast of Wizards until they seemed like nothing more than dirt.

His chest thumped again, this time with pain. He groaned from it before clenching his chest and spitting out a pool of black. Was he injured by that last attack? no, this constant feeling of pressure had been happening since before. Where was it coming from and why was it there? Pulling himself together, he eyed the woman that formed from pink petals and made her his next target. Wizard after wizard would fall before him. She was next on his list.

Will you not bow? will you suffer the same fate as your friend? he asked, suddenly feeling that his strength had not diminished but grown even further up the totem pull of supremacy. Do you not cower in fear? are you not afraid of death? Do you wish to die?

Meanwhile...

Dirt covered the Masked Man's bloodied face as he tumbled on the ground, his black cloak and complex suit besmirched with grim and scorched to a fine red in certain areas. He twisted around with horrible effort to see the Demon: Walpurgisnacht had been completely absorbed, its magic no longer resonating within its still beating husk. With a fanatic grin, he balled his fist and slammed it into the ground joyously.

"Yes! Now Yunin will be capable of furthering the plan. No one will combat us! Our goals; all our work has finally paid off. I accomplished what I had to do!" He fell into laughter, overwhelmed by a perverse and twisted happiness. "Yunin is great, Yunin is magnificent. That filthy, legal bitch's spell that leveled a town was no match for him. He is truly GOD!"

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@Feisty-Pants You is amazing, that post was damn near perfection! I gotta hand it to you, I did not see suicide bomb coming for some reason. Nevertheless, I'll be posting in a bit.

Well the big climax is approaching fast guys. Soon this Arc will be over, not too soon, but soon.