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Post by prime on Oct 6, 2006 2:58:23 GMT -5
Shape peered over the edge of the cliff, his unnatural eye sight, smell, and hearing picking out every detail of what was below him. Several hundred meter's down was a camp of hunters, Demon Hunters. And he was the one they'd been tracking. He could hear them discussing the earth demon, down below him. They seemed to be unaware he was a half demon, but that didn't matter to him. He'd pulled out more bullets than was comftorble, along with arrows and specialist weapon ammunition. He bared his fangs, looking for all the world like a feral vampire, and slammed his fist into the ground. Rock crawled up his arm, quickly forming into a suit of spiked plate armor. He shifted some of the rock into igneous, a crystallin, obsidian sword being the end result.
He roared liked a bear, and jumped off the edge of the cliff. Landing with much breaking of rock, and a force of impact that knocked over several of the hunters. He growled, one of the hunters lifting his gun, and lunged forwards, blade piercing through the man's throat. He quickly pulled the blade out, and swiveled around to face the other hunters, one of whom then shot him in the chest. It broke some of the rock off Shape's armor, but didn't pierce all the way through. Shape grabbed his outstretched arm, and broke it. Then punched him in the throat, and through him into his comrade, quickly following by impaling them both on his sword.
A machine pistol rang out from behind him, breaking apart his armor and peircing his back. He howled at the pain, like a wounded animal, and reacted on basic instinct. Swiveling around, he caused several rock spike to jut forth from the earth, peircing the man in his own bastardized form of a crusifiction. The final hunter looked at Shape with eye's filled with cold terror. Shape grinned ferally, and threw his sword into the man, jumped on top of him and biting out his throat. A gurgling scream emerged from the tattered remains of his voice box, quickly silenced by another bite from Shapes jaws.
Satisfied with the carnage, Shape slowly ate the man's bowls, then cut off his arms and tied them around his waist with a stone belt. Saving them for later. He curled up beside the men's fire, and settled in for a long rest.
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 6, 2006 23:46:47 GMT -5
John was hungry. Painfully hungry. No, not for regular food. He hadn't hungered for food for good long while now. But there was something deeper within him that needed to be satisfied. 'Damn him...' he thought as he wandered through the forest. The full moon cast its eerie glow on the trees and ground. John could hear a rustling sound, but he could feel no wind. The sound seemed to be... whispers. The man crouched and approached, his footsteps making no more sound than the owl above him.
He crept closer to the sound of the voices, coming up behind a tree. He pressed up against the bark and peered around the corner to see a small encampment of people with weapons. Demon Hunters, or whatever they called themselves, no doubt. John liked to think of them as radical purists.
The Undead watched as two of the hunters left the group to scout, or something. This was good, he thought. He'd feel no regret.
Still remaining silent, John snuck up on the two. He pulled the axe from his back, and once they were out of earshot from the camp, he swung the weapon straight down onto one of them. The blade cleaved messily through the man's skull, and as fast as it entered, John pulled it back out. The other hunter began to turn, but the Undead quickly grabbed his head and turned it sharply. The hunter's neck made a satisfying crack.
John bent down to two fallen. He raised the cloth covering his mouth to reveal the slightly exposed bones beneath the rotting flesh. The souls of the two hunters exited their respective bodies in streams of faint light and entered John's opened mouth. He could feel his soul reconstructing itself with the new energy it had aquired, and he could feel the almost metaphysical pain ease away. Suddenly, he heard a feral roar and several shouts, coming back from the campsite.
John carefully replaced the cloth around his face then ran back to the campsite. Upon arrival, he found what appeared to be a demon.
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Post by prime on Oct 6, 2006 23:58:51 GMT -5
Shapes eye's shot open, and he was instantly on his feet, stone armor forming around his body. A growl escaped his lips, but he stopped short. Foul, carried by the air, he could smell grave yard soil and bones, rotting flesh. Whoever this man was, he was not among the living, strictly speaking. "Who are you?" Shape asked in a feral growl. "You don't seem as though your a demon hunter. In fact, I smell souls on you." He said, having just noticed the scent of the dearly departed, forced to decay into a sort of spiritual battery.
He chuckled, sounding more like cracking stone than anything. "Though they were not souls that I was fond of, I must say." He said, the blood of his former enemies still dripping from his mouth. He sniffed the air again, tasting the man's scent. "You have an anxious curiosity about you, and a great haste, with tinges of fear." Shape said. "Your searching for someone." He grinned, his fangs half bared. "I'm searching for someone as well, the bastard who send these hunters. Help me find and kill him, and I'll help you find what you desire."
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 7, 2006 21:18:02 GMT -5
The one called Shape was powerful. John could see that. Perhaps a useful ally.
"So be it," the Morte replied. His voice sounded dry and raspy, and it was slightly muffled by the cloth. It was almost like a whisper, except its volume wasn't low and it echoed a little.
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Post by prime on Oct 7, 2006 21:31:28 GMT -5
"Good." Shape said, with a satisfied purr in his voice. He pulled the stone armor off his arm, and condensed it many more times with the stone around him. It soon resembled a smooth, white ceramic. He slashed at it with his claws, producing four claw marks on the gauntlet. He reached out and morphed it onto John's arm. "A symbol of our pact." He turned and searched the belongings of the dead men, eventually finding the devices he was looked for. Specifically, a map and a compass. "Here." He said, his voice a low growl, he handed the objects to John. "My name is Shape, by the way." He turned and started to climb back up the cliff, but suddenly noticed the sun was about to come up.
"Oh fuck, this is going to hurt." He said, fear choking his voice. The stone covering his body fell off him like so much dust as he let it go. His eye's slowly rolled back into his skull, his body convulsing. He hit the ground hard, his tanned skin fading to white, teeth becoming a mere human's canines. His ears lost their tuff's of furr, claws fading away to a normal human's nails. His eye's opened from their cat's eye pose, becoming round and wide. The gold shade becoming a little deeper. The furr on his body fell off, revealing a normal human's bodily hair, his previously warm abdomen now bare and muscular, though it didn't much help him. He shivered, and pulled himself to his feet.
Much of his strength was gone, and his reflexes would be slower, he knew. He walked over to one of the dead men, and picked up his pistol, along with his belt and the magazines on it. He looted another man's magazines and pistol as well. He grabbed a water bottle and washed the blood out of his mouth, which now tasted quite apalling. "Fuck I hate that cycle. I'd rather just stay a half breed instead of changing every month." He said, his voice now low, but smooth and articulated. "I can't smell fuck all now either. The only thing I retain is rudimentry control of the earth." He said. "Remind me not to jump off any cliffs. Now, check the map, I'd very much like to know where we're going, and possible who we're killing."
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 9, 2006 18:43:16 GMT -5
"John," the Morte replied.
As the sun rose, John just looked the opposite way. Unlike Shape, he could function perfectly well in the sunlight, but the bright light is always shocking at first.
John opened the map he had been given and gave it a brief glance. He re-folded the map and slid it into his pocket, then began observing the remains of the camp. Of course it was in complete disarray after what Shape had done. But, almost always, there were clues. He would know; as an assassin he was trained in finding people.
The racial features of the hunters were questionable at best, since mercenaries, assassins, hunters, and the like never seemed to settle in any one place. Mud on the boots only meant something to Sherlock Holmes. Broken twigs and displaced stones were useful for tracking down where something went to, not from. Equipment was probably the best choice to look at first, since temporary supplies could've been bought along the way.
John entered one of the tents that somehow managed to stay up. He rummaged through its former owner's belongings, trying to figure out where they came from. It was mostly just a bunch of randoms, like spare clothes, weapons, and fake IDs. However, he did find a few maps. And, John concluded, the hunters were not very professional, because there were red marks all over them.
He walked out of the tent. "Closest city that they had circled is west."
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Post by prime on Oct 9, 2006 19:26:21 GMT -5
"Alright." Shape said. "I guess that's where we're going then." He said, and he started walking. And he kept walking. The fact that his companion didn't really need to eat helped, and Shape only stooped down to catch a bite every now and then, it wasn't best to take down a deer or elk if your on a mission, because then you'll waste most of the meat. Shape noticed a somewhat surprised expression on Johns face as the moon rose, and a few things quickly connected in his mind. He laughed. "I guess you thought I'm like a werewolf. That is incorrect." He said, breifly pausing on the trail. "I'm a half demon, and half demons like myself have times when they lose their demonic power, and times when they're at full strength. I have a three month cycle to my power. The first month I'm a full demon, an unpleasant and feral experience. The second, I'm a half demon. A time I enjoy greatly, as my body and mine are strong and sharp. And the last month I am human, the only thing remaining are my elemental powers, and I enjoy no benefits of demon-kind."
He looked out from atop the hill they stood on. He could see a large group of lights in the distance. "I guess that's the city. We should get moving." He said. A few more hours saw them both hiding in the brush beside a large mansion, a few questions about demon hunters had told them about this umpleasant place, which it cruel master. The man's name was Jacob Carnage, he collected demons and dissected them, using the pieces to create powerful weapons. John and Shape were going to have some trouble getting into the mansion however, as their was practically an army at the gates. Shape turned slowly to John. "Any idea's?" He whispered.
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 10, 2006 19:33:35 GMT -5
John said nothing. He simply took out his axe and held it, assessing the situation. He wasn't much for words. He usually went on solo missions. But, after a moment, he decided it would be best to tell Shape what he was thinking.
"I would kill all the guards. But I'm not sure if you can follow."
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Post by Damien on Oct 13, 2006 16:14:08 GMT -5
"Uh oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh" Came a cry from above, a small dark shape came plummeting from the dark sky landing right on Shapes back. "Hey Mister, thanks for breaking my fall." The small boy grinned.
Jumping down the child surveyed the area.
"Woah, where am I? and who are you? I'm Sylus by the way." The kid enquired rather loudly. He was around 10 years old, his spikey grey and silver hair caught the moon light brilliantly as he looked up at the strange looking morte behind Shape.
"Cool! are you a zombie?!" The boy exclaimed
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Post by prime on Oct 14, 2006 17:56:57 GMT -5
"Shit!" Shape growled, several of the soldiers down below had taken notice of them. He pulled John and the idiot kid down as the bullets flew over their heads. "You idiot!" He screamed in the kids face. "Your screaming in front of a fucking civilian military installation!" He picked himself up and started returning fire, but he couldn't tell if he was hitting anyone at this distance. "Come on John, lets go!" He yelled, he jumped down to the ground and rolled back into an upright position, quickly reloading and firing his guns. Several people started focusing their fire on him. So, quite suddenly, rotating crystals of earth sprung from the ground, orbiting his body and intercepting bullets.
Then someone came out with a missile launcher. "Shit!" Shape bit off. He holstered one of his guns, and held his clawed hand over the earth, quickly pulling his hand up and creating a wall of stone. The missile lanced out and smashed into the stone wall, exploding and causing several stone chips to embed themselves in Shapes arms and legs. "Fuck!" He stomped on the ground and a wave of earth rolled forwards, knocking over several of the hunters. He quickly grabbed his other gun, and started firing again.
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 14, 2006 18:43:50 GMT -5
John looked at the kid and stayed completely silent. He turned back at the soldiers who were now firing at them. He felt Shape pull him down, but that was unnecessary. As soon as the demon began his attacks and defense, John stepped out of the bushes, battle axe in hand. The soldiers were paying attention to the wall of rock, not the zombie in the bushes, so the first few hits were going to basically be free.
John suddenly threw his axe at the nearest person with a gun. It cleaved threw the unfortunate man's shoulder, and his shout of pain alerted the rest of the hunters of the new threat. By the time the man hit the ground, John had leapt over the body and rolled to pick his axe back up. The hunter to his right had his eyes wide open in surprise, but quickly turned his gun to shoot the Morte. John simply grabbed the gun with his free hand and pulled, making the hunter trip over an outstretched foot. The hunter faceplanted, and John brought his foot down hard on the man's neck.
By this time, the surrounding hunters had registered the presence of the Morte, so they all turned their guns to shoot. John still had the hunter's old gun in his hand, though he was holding it by the barrel. He tossed the gun into the air while simultaneously swinging his axe through the neck of the nearest enemy, the momentum causing him to spin. He rolled out of the spin as bullets began flying over his head, and as he came out of the roll, his axe fell straight down through another man. He reached up and caught the gun perfectly.
The ex-assassin stepped to the side to throw off anyone who thought they had a bead on him. He fired two bursts, stepped to the side again, then shot one more burst, killing three more people in the process. John quickly leapt upwards after the third burst. Using the axe's additional mass to his advantage, he spun around the weapon in mid-air to shoot downwards, and kept his finger on the trigger until his feet were on the ground again. The only reason he let go was because he was out of bullets, so he tossed the weapon behind himself and ducked behind a corner of a brick wall.
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Post by Damien on Oct 24, 2006 4:08:17 GMT -5
Sylus just stared as Shape began shouting at him. He only realised the seriousness of the situation when bullets began flying overhead. Without hesitating the boy dived straight in to the action. One of the hunters who had been knocked over by Shape's earth wave came at Sylus, attempting to grab him. With one swift movement the kid dropped to the ground in a low sweep attack. His foot connected with the hunters ankles and sent him flying face first in to the ground. Before he could react the man was encased in freezing cold black crystals.
"Not so big now, huh?" Sylus said with a smirk.
(OOC: Sorry for the shortness, feeling a little uninspired.)
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Post by ch00beh on Oct 25, 2006 23:56:47 GMT -5
Bits of brick were torn up as bullets ripped into the wall. John pressed himself flat against the wall. He didn't have any opportunity to get out, because his position was under constant fire.
Unexpectedly, the bullets quieted down a little. The Morte picked out a metallic bouncing sound coming closer. Grenade. He stepped out from behind the wall holding his axe high, like a golfer, and drove the grenade back at the group of hunters. He stepped back behind the wall, and a few seconds later, he heard the explosion. He didn't know if it hit anyone, but while they were still stunned, John sprinted to another position of cover.
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Post by prime on Nov 10, 2006 1:29:44 GMT -5
Shape blinked, his empty guns in his hands. The grenade had either knocked everyone unconcious, or killed them. Either way was fine with him. "Alright, it looks like we have a clear path." He growled out, quickly moving forwards. "Lets make this quick, I dislike the stench of humanity." He said, then looked himself over. "I don't like being in this form either." He walked all the way up to the front door of the mansion, and kicked it in.
Stepping inside, he was met with the strangest vision. The whole place seemed to be made with some kind of glowing crystal, blood red in color, and the walls to the exterior were now quite transparent. "Odd." He growled. He looked around for John. "What do you think of this?" He asked.
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Post by ch00beh on Nov 10, 2006 15:04:34 GMT -5
"I've seen stranger," John shrugged. "But I don't know what kind of threat this is to us."
John grabbed the shirt of one of the hunters and used it to wipe the blood off of his axe. He slipped the large weapon into the loop on his back, then stepped in.
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