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thewizardguy
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Just a random guy, doing random things.
Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.
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If there aren't any new posts by tomorrow, I'll post a reply.
These tiny beings had harmed. Tiny flecks upon the cosmic scale of creation, creatures of the lesser 'life' that had claimed the universe in their absence. The True Life, diluted until it was nothing more than a smouldering cinder, before a raging bonfire of might. The balance had been shaken and cracked, tilting ever since it had been made absent from the universe. And yet, this was not the universe it belonged in, not the home for it's existence. How was it that the mysterious orb that had granted it freedom, that shattering of reality that had ripped it's bonds asunder, had also so weakened it that such ants could harm it, and left it stranded outside of it's home?
It did not matter. It would rebuild the universe in it's image, create an order an peace free from the diluted False Life, those tiny beings that now so peskily stopped her.
Focusing it's attention, Shiva grabbed a hold of the concept that named itself 'Mithias'. Two souls, one body, holding shreds of a fate that did not belong to it. It was an impurity, an affront, and as such it was only right that it would be the first to be eliminated. It took that concept, and ripped at it, tearing at the edges, fraying the known into nonexistence, loosening the bonds that prevented it from simply scattering into dust. This 'vampire' would be broken down into it's base elements, nothing more than physical elements and the stuff of magic, for creating new life.
The True Life, the Soul, had been diluted. Wasted on these pathetic beings. It would be from them that Shiva would form a new life, a life that served only it's will. It would create a new line of Gods, in it's own image of perfection, who would be granted control of this strange and new universe.
With an explosive pulse of power, Mithias felt his body trembling, as his mind trembled alongside it. His cells put themselves back together as soon as they broke, and yet a destruction of a more severe scale was approaching. On an atomic level, the Atom Force was being annihilated. The universal force that held all atomic substances together, the overlapping electromagnetic fields that prevented the core from simply floating apart. Soon, there would be nothing left of Mithias but subatomic particles. The base materials from which Shiva would form it's new 'Master Race'.
It did not matter. It would rebuild the universe in it's image, create an order an peace free from the diluted False Life, those tiny beings that now so peskily stopped her.
Focusing it's attention, Shiva grabbed a hold of the concept that named itself 'Mithias'. Two souls, one body, holding shreds of a fate that did not belong to it. It was an impurity, an affront, and as such it was only right that it would be the first to be eliminated. It took that concept, and ripped at it, tearing at the edges, fraying the known into nonexistence, loosening the bonds that prevented it from simply scattering into dust. This 'vampire' would be broken down into it's base elements, nothing more than physical elements and the stuff of magic, for creating new life.
The True Life, the Soul, had been diluted. Wasted on these pathetic beings. It would be from them that Shiva would form a new life, a life that served only it's will. It would create a new line of Gods, in it's own image of perfection, who would be granted control of this strange and new universe.
With an explosive pulse of power, Mithias felt his body trembling, as his mind trembled alongside it. His cells put themselves back together as soon as they broke, and yet a destruction of a more severe scale was approaching. On an atomic level, the Atom Force was being annihilated. The universal force that held all atomic substances together, the overlapping electromagnetic fields that prevented the core from simply floating apart. Soon, there would be nothing left of Mithias but subatomic particles. The base materials from which Shiva would form it's new 'Master Race'.
So..... I dunno about you guys, but I'm waiting on Shikaru.
@akje
I've been stating this plan for some posts now.
Also, those wolves are going to be running into Void's toxic vapour....
I've been stating this plan for some posts now.
Also, those wolves are going to be running into Void's toxic vapour....
Magnus shot forward, fast as a blur, blades shining bright, before he suddenly and inexplicably took a nosedive into the floor. It took him less than a second to move back onto his feet, facing Kami no Kage. What the vampire had perceived that the present humans had missed was the flashing blade, aimed for decapitation. Instead of firing, however, the Purge agents pulled back - moving in without Hazmat gear was suicide, and without their equipment they would serve as little more than fodder against the vampires that would surely attack soon. They moved higher into the building, instead taking the role of scouts and observers. If any forces were to move towards the airport they would be aware of it, and by extension so would Kami no Kage.
[Your actions have branded you a fool, a heretic, and a weakling. Let us see how long you may survive against my blade.]
Kami no Kage's monotone voice droned through the device located faintly above his mouth. Normally, he would not have spoken - those who were soon to die deserved no words. However, any action by Magnus' allies within this duel might tip the balance, and by drawing on the Oldblood's pride he hoped to increase his chances of victory. Not that it would make much of a difference, of course.
Dashing forward, Kami no Kage swung his blade high and then low, moving with perfect form. Even as Magnus moved to parry, he found the blade elusively slipping between his own weapons, and heading towards his neck. It was a style of fighting in which weapons barely met, rapid thrusts and short swings performed at inhuman speed. A martial art of swordfighting, erected to the point of perfection. Magnus found himself unable to even get close without the blade threatening to end him, and to trap it between the two of his own seemed to be as reliable a plan as catching a shadow in a net.
It was not a wonder that Kami no Kage had defeated so many Oldbloods, those with the greatest tendency to underestimate humans. Over the years, his equipment had only grown greater, allowing him to match the vampire's speed and strength. His skill was unparralelled, besides by the greatest swordfighters in history. And his ability to predict attacks was almost superhuman.
He was the perfect man for the job.
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Far in the distance, obscured by the rapidly falling veil of darkness, a series of planes was heading towards the scene. This was highly illegal, of course, but it was little compared to the previous crimes of the Purge. On board was a massive version of the weapon often dubbed as the baptizer, a smoke machine-like device that would generate a thick fog of water vapour. Holy Vapour, blessed and injected with a single drop of Dead Man's Blood. It would burn lesser vampires to a crips, as their skin shriveled and scorched. Even Oldbloods would be severely weakened by it's presence.
Soon, the entire area would be bathed in white mist - born anew, one might say. They would sanctify the air with the tools of their Lord, and the Earth with the blood of the impure.
[Your actions have branded you a fool, a heretic, and a weakling. Let us see how long you may survive against my blade.]
Kami no Kage's monotone voice droned through the device located faintly above his mouth. Normally, he would not have spoken - those who were soon to die deserved no words. However, any action by Magnus' allies within this duel might tip the balance, and by drawing on the Oldblood's pride he hoped to increase his chances of victory. Not that it would make much of a difference, of course.
Dashing forward, Kami no Kage swung his blade high and then low, moving with perfect form. Even as Magnus moved to parry, he found the blade elusively slipping between his own weapons, and heading towards his neck. It was a style of fighting in which weapons barely met, rapid thrusts and short swings performed at inhuman speed. A martial art of swordfighting, erected to the point of perfection. Magnus found himself unable to even get close without the blade threatening to end him, and to trap it between the two of his own seemed to be as reliable a plan as catching a shadow in a net.
It was not a wonder that Kami no Kage had defeated so many Oldbloods, those with the greatest tendency to underestimate humans. Over the years, his equipment had only grown greater, allowing him to match the vampire's speed and strength. His skill was unparralelled, besides by the greatest swordfighters in history. And his ability to predict attacks was almost superhuman.
He was the perfect man for the job.
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Far in the distance, obscured by the rapidly falling veil of darkness, a series of planes was heading towards the scene. This was highly illegal, of course, but it was little compared to the previous crimes of the Purge. On board was a massive version of the weapon often dubbed as the baptizer, a smoke machine-like device that would generate a thick fog of water vapour. Holy Vapour, blessed and injected with a single drop of Dead Man's Blood. It would burn lesser vampires to a crips, as their skin shriveled and scorched. Even Oldbloods would be severely weakened by it's presence.
Soon, the entire area would be bathed in white mist - born anew, one might say. They would sanctify the air with the tools of their Lord, and the Earth with the blood of the impure.
Potentially, yeah....
Achilles looked around at the chaos all around him. People were firing weapons all over the place, and some fellow had gone sprinting off into the treeline. The remaining soldiers were firing almost blindly - they clearly weren't prepared for this situation. Carefully, Achilles put his wounded passenger down as he moved towards the nearest of the soldiers. It seemed these people meant his crew harm - which meant they also meant him harm. And of course, the only valid response to a hostile and potentially dangerous target was their death, preferably as soon as possible.
Powerful artificial muscles bunched in his single remaining arm, as it smashed into the side of one of the soldiers. It was much like the impact of a train, as the man's ribs cracked open, blood spurting from under his armour as his internal organs were crushed to pulp. Their armour had been built to protect them from piercing weaponry and heat, but it lacked the hardness required to absorb the sheer kinetic energy of Achilles' fist. His immense strength reduced the man to a bloody wreck, launched into the distance, as the pieces landed among a bloody shower of gore.
Not even bothering to pause, Achilles kept moving. There was no sense in waiting for his opponents to realize the threat he posed in melee and attempt some form of counter-strategy. He could simply destroy them one by one, and walk off with the wounded crew-member. The other figure had clearly had more skill, but he would deal with that figure later on.
Powerful artificial muscles bunched in his single remaining arm, as it smashed into the side of one of the soldiers. It was much like the impact of a train, as the man's ribs cracked open, blood spurting from under his armour as his internal organs were crushed to pulp. Their armour had been built to protect them from piercing weaponry and heat, but it lacked the hardness required to absorb the sheer kinetic energy of Achilles' fist. His immense strength reduced the man to a bloody wreck, launched into the distance, as the pieces landed among a bloody shower of gore.
Not even bothering to pause, Achilles kept moving. There was no sense in waiting for his opponents to realize the threat he posed in melee and attempt some form of counter-strategy. He could simply destroy them one by one, and walk off with the wounded crew-member. The other figure had clearly had more skill, but he would deal with that figure later on.
Damnit, it broke >.>
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