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Post by hermes on May 7, 2009 19:28:38 GMT -5
Ryam struggled against his retraints, looking around the white room in panic. Needles, scaples, and other intruments of supposedly medical origin surrounded him. He knew them no longer as the tool to save lives, but as devices of torture, pain, and experimentation. He stilled remember the instigation of the experiment, not a few days ago. The experience had nearly killed him, and gratifyingly, had indeed killed several of those who'd been working on him.
They'd only barely managed to contain him, and only because he'd passed out after regaining control of himself.
He reached desperately for the table beside him, where his sword, his Zapakutou, was bolted down. It struggled against its restraints, trying to reach him. It was to no avail, the researches were long practiced in restraining those unwilling to be killed for their...enlightenment.
Ryam felt something buckle, and a dark light entered his eye's. He ripped his arm free of the metal restraint, savage red and black light briefly surrounding his arm as he did. He unbolted the restrained on his other arm, and quickly swung off the table. Two steps across the room saw him freeing his weapon, violently. Alarms went off all around him as he freed it. Ryam smirked, and held his weapon up lovingly.
"Scream for the love of the inner world, Arashin!" He cried, and the sword was covered in a smoldering blue light. It grew larger and changed its shape, the double edged blade now missing its spine, and developing a hatchet tip. The hatchet tip was hollowed in a circle at the center, and the whole blade tinged itself blue.
Ryam's brow furrowed as he swung the blade, red and blue lightning flung from the blade, blowing a hole in the wall. It led to a research room right alongside his, where he knew a man like himself was.
"Come on, we're leaving!" Ryam called.
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Post by Kuroboom on May 8, 2009 0:51:00 GMT -5
Zarago was strapped to his table, which had been turned upright. The "doctors" would be back any minute to start their work on him again. Frantically, he flailed around but nothing happened. He wouldn't let them slice him open again. He wouldn't allow them to inject him with their serums. He was going to be free! He felt a pulse of something sinister pass through his body and with one more flail, the restraints were shredded and he fell to the floor in shock. "What the hell did they do to me?" he asked himself, fear in his eyes. In that instant the wall exploded, showering the room with dust and debris. He quickly wrenched his weapon free and stood to battle the intruder. "The walking mountain of destruction, erupting chaos, the binding ash. Cry out and erupt, Kaisheba!" His blade lengthened and thickened at this forming a hump that gradually faded from the tip to the guard, with a green dome becoming his guard and the hilt taking on a rather shelled appearance. The blade proudly had a golden tortoise inlaid in it with flames shooting from its mouth and licking the edges of the blade. However, no fight came. Instead, the intruder was another test subject. "Come on, we're leaving!" the man had called out. Zarago wasn't going to object, "Lead the way!"
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Post by hermes on May 8, 2009 15:47:08 GMT -5
"Anywhere is certainly better than here!" Ryam said, as he knocked down another wall, and led Zarago into the hallway.
"By the way, my name is Ryam." He called over his shoulder, "I'd appericiate an introduction, but don't stop running!" Ryam said, cutting a sharp corner, with Zarago staying tight on his heels.
He looked around sharply, every sense he had seeking a way out, and he finally found it in the form of a breeze. He sniffed sharply, and took another quick turn, running down a hallway.
They passed some eggheads along the way, and they fell unconcious before Ryams gaze. They weren't the real danger, his probes found them to be undeserving of vengeance.
He finally found the source of the breeze, a skylight that had been left slightly ajar. With a great leap, he busted through it and out onto the roof.
He found an alien world before his eye's. He and Zarago were in the middle of a white city. The buildings floated in the air or partially submerged in the ground, but all were in a deep canyon that extended as far as the eye could see.
At the top of the sharp canyon walls, Ryam could see plant life and blue sky, but it was high above. The place they were in was recessed from the world, like nowhere on Earth.
He turned to Zarago, "We're dead if I'm not mistaken, and this place seems to me no more kind than life was. We need to find a way out, agreed?"
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Post by Kuroboom on May 8, 2009 16:05:30 GMT -5
"Zarago," he said to Ryam as they ran. Through the corridors, past some researchers, and out the light to freedom, Zarago followed. "Aye, but if this is the land of the dead and we're dead, where is there to run to? I suppose first thing's first though... How are we gonna get outta this canyon?"
Zarago frowned. Just two weeks ago, he'd been alive. Well, as far as he could tell it had been two weeks. He'd been in and out of drug induced comas the entire time, often waking up with needles being stabbed into his body and syringes drained; their contents coursing through his veins while people in surgical masks took notes on his reactions or the readings of the various instruments hooked into his body. And then there were the nightmares he had... visions of a sinister creature taunting him...
He shook it off and began looking for an escape route before any security showed up. Even if the alarms hadn't been blaring, he was sure the holes in the wall and the unconscious people would tip off any guards. He shivered a bit as a cold breeze hit him... His captors hadn't been kind enough to dress him and his sword was swaying in the breeze.
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Post by hermes on May 8, 2009 17:13:08 GMT -5
Ryam carefully kept his eye's off Zarago's 'sword', and looked carefully around for a way out, or back, to Earth. It really was the only familiar place they knew, and they'd be able to survive there a lot better than where they were. He spotted a yellow light in the distance, and strained his eye's to see what it was.
"There's a gate over there." Ryam said, pointing. "If you have good eye's you should be able to see it, it leads to nowhere, but in this place I hardly think nowhere means anything." He glanced at Zarago, then rolled his eye's and turned away. "I guess we should both find some clothing first, it won't do to have our manhood flagging the wind. Do you prefer armor or cloth? I can smell a blacksmiths from here, and the vile vats of leather workers. We could get leather clothing, armor, or I daresay, we could find more normal clothing on the way."
He walked quickly, and looked over the edge of the roof. "However, we'll have to stay hidden. A pair of naked men with swords will likely draw some amount of attention."
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Post by Kuroboom on May 8, 2009 17:25:28 GMT -5
Zarago squinted at the light and saw the gate. That would be their objective as soon as they got dressed... Meanwhile he caught wind of the smell of iron as Ryam mentioned the armor and clothes. "Armor is the way to go, I think. Regular clothes would be nice, but we're probably wanted dead or alive to those people and I'd like to keep all my bits and pieces in tact."
The pair jumped off the roof and tried to stick to the shadows as much as possible once they hit the ground. Zarago spotted a barrel, but it wouldn't fit him even if he tried and there were no suspenders for it like in the cartoons... Naked and in a strange world; it didn't get much shittier than this. He crept along the walls with Ryam in the lead, being careful not to prod him with his sword as they moved quickly and quietly to where the blacksmith was. They'd steal what they needed and then make a mad dash to the gate and hopefully freedom.
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Post by hermes on May 8, 2009 18:33:42 GMT -5
The two of them burst into the blacksmiths from the back door, and Ryam shut down everyone inside with a look. They all fell bonelessly to the floor, unable to resist the assault on their minds. Ryam looked around, taking note of everything on the supply shelves. "We don't have time, look for best match items and then we'll get the hell out of here." He said, quickly checking over the shelves.
He ended up with an interlinked breastplate that left him a great deal of mobility, hard metal bracers, and a good pair of greaves over some black boots. Below that, he wore leather pants and jerkin, and he continued going over the shelves as Zarago found his items.
Eventually he found a shelf marked HIT, and looking closely at it, he found 4 orbs of an organic looking substance, each different. Curious, he reached out and picked one up. It was black, and shot through with red. He got a sense of familiarity from it.
In a second, it changed to a liquid, and quickly covered his body from head to foot, eating his clothing and armor to fuel its transformation. Ryam panicked, yelled, and tried to pull it off. To no avail however, it expanded to cover his entire body right up to his neck, and then stopped.
He took slow, measured breaths to calm himself down. It wasn't doing him any harm, or restricting his breathing, and upon testing he found it to be quite tough and resistant to damage. He scowled at it, but couldn't do much about it.
"You may want to grab one of these Zarago, I'm not sure what they do, but they are quite tough." He bit out, reluctantly.
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Post by Kuroboom on May 8, 2009 23:41:08 GMT -5
Zarago was looking for some armor big enough for him when Ryam was engulfed by a strange liquid. It ate Ryam's armor away as it coated his body so apparently it wouldn't matter what Zarago chose to wear. He grabbed ill-fitting boots, a breastplate that was a little too small, gauntlets that were too big, greaves that looked like they were made for someone half his height, and he grabbed the biggest pair of pants he could find. Looking like the worst soldier ever, he donned all of the gear and touched the second orb. It coated him like the front row at a Gallagher performance and, as expected, it ate his gear as it expanded to cover him in a full body suit. Having seen the process just moments before, Zarago wasn't as panicked as Ryam had been but it was still an unnerving process. They were trusting their bodies to this mystery goo, but desperate times and whatnot.
His sword properly sheathed, he turned to Ryam and asked, "Ready to get the hell out of here?"
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Post by hermes on May 9, 2009 13:30:23 GMT -5
"You have no idea!" Ryam sighed, looking at the skin tight black and red suit. Couldn't they even give him some vanity plates over his unmentionable bulges? "Right, lets go." Ryam said, just before a general alarm sounded.
Suddenly everyone outside was running every which way with great purpose and speed, and not a little furrowing of brows and flashing of weapons. Ryams jaw nearly hit the deck, almost everyone they'd passed was a warrior or soldier of some kind. "This sucks!" He whispered hoarsely, there were only so many he could out unconcious at once. And this wasn't even approaching the limit, it was trampling it.
Ryam shook his head, "Back onto the roofs." He said, jumping up and cutting a hole in the roof with his blade. He clambered out of the hole, and waited for Zarago to follow a moment. Then they jumped quickly from roof to roof, making their way towards the gate they'd seen earlier. The streets below them looked like a roused ants nest, and Ryam had to be careful, manipulating their minds so they'd never look up and never wonder why they didn't.
They continued on like this until a hand grabbed Zarago by the throat, and pulled him onto an adjacent roof.
Ryam was cut off with a sharp blow to the forhead, and landed on his back looking up at a rather angry looking man with a sword similar to Ryams.
"I'm Grea Roman, 4th rank member of the research division. Subject 1, you are property, return at once." He said, though the flash of Ryam's sword sent him quickly back. The man shook his head, "You don't stand a chance against me."
Ryam by now had already tried to render him unconcious, but his mind was to full of energy for it to have any effect. He'd have to attack him or his mind directly. Something inside him was suddenly boiling for the fight, and he licked his lips, an almost feral light in his eye's.
"Well then lets see what you make of your creation." Ryam said, laughing as his hand rose to his face. Black light emerged from his hand and clung to his face as it was dragged across. His mask was mouthless, with a thin twisted starburst over the mouth area. Black eye's flashed at Grea, who already looked a little uncertain, and this Ryams dirty blond hair turned jet black as well. It suddenly grew, spiked, and crackled with black lightning. An oppressive wave of energy eminated from Ryam.
Sweat broke out on Grea's brow, and for the first time he looked nervous. Ryam started laughing.
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Post by Kuroboom on May 9, 2009 14:12:44 GMT -5
Leaping through yet another hole, Zarago tailed Ryam along the rooftops being careful not to prod Ryam with his sheath by following TOO closely. He didn't have much trouble not staying on Ryam's heels though as he was never a very fast man. "HUGKH!" Zarago had been clotheslined by a petite but powerful hand that swung his large frame with ease onto a slightly higher roof next to the one he had been on. He was swung up into the air and slammed down onto the roof, leaving a crater in it and sending debris scattering everywhere. He got up to his feet and looked around for the source of the assault but saw nothing... "The hell?" he asked himself.
"Down here, you buffoon!" a voice exclaimed. Zarago looked down and a tiny woman stood before him, no taller than 4 feet. "Subject 2, you are to return with me. I am Lor Amp, 3rd rank member of the research division. Come quietly or I will be forced to put you down."
Zarago rubbed his throat. "That was really uncalled for, you know." "Shut up and drop your weapon!" Lor commanded. "You're only an experiment, you don't have rights and you deserve no kindness!" Zarago didn't really like this woman for some reason. "Look, lady, I'm just as hum--" The sinister pulse he felt earlier hit him again and a blood lust took over him. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?" Zarago was fighting his damnedest against the temptation to impale the woman with his sword. She simply smirked and with a giggle she explained it was all part of the research. He was too dangerous to be free she said. "Too dangerous?" came the voice in his head, "I didn't ask for this..." His face contorted with rage, he bellowed, "I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS!" With a wrench, he grabbed the air over his face and pulled down sharply. An oval mask formed over his face with two bull horns. The horns had a purple spiral wrapping around them and his maroon stubble of hair had changed color to match the spiral and grew somewhat, becoming rather pointed and cackling with an evil power. Two yellow eyes glared at Lor through large eye holes, and on the bottom quarter of the mask, from one side to the other, large square teeth were grinning slightly.
Two voices now spoke to Lor, one higher pitched and sinister and the other was Zarago's usual deep voice, "I've died once already and I'll be damned if I go down again before I rip your cold, black heart out."
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Post by hermes on May 9, 2009 22:21:17 GMT -5
"Rise to the setting sun on the burning wings of Icarus, Jigokukaito!" Grea cried, his weapon changing into an odd three bladed sword, with blades that seperated twice from each other, on 90 degree angles. Its blade was streaked with sunset colors and pure white like wings. With a grown he struck at Ryam, a triangle of sunset energies flashing towards him in an instant.
With superb reflexes and skill, Ryam deflected the bolt with his blade, and counterattacked. The blue red bolt of mental energy flashed out again, but this time amplified by an almost all consuming sinister black energy. It nearly ate the other two colours entirely, but was no more dangerous for it. Grea attempted to deflect it, but met with failure, as the bolt clawed down his blade, infesting his body to attack his mind.
Grea was lifted up into the air, screaming with wide eye's as his very mind was attacked, until finally he lost his temper, and threw the energy off in one bright flash of light.
"How dare you!" Grea screamed, insane and outraged eye's driving bolts of hatred into 'Subject 1' with the force of the truly insane. Ryam grinned, something inside him crying out with relish at the challenge. Grea charged him, but not a normal foolish charge, he flashed forwards out of sight and perception. It was only by pure instinct that Ryam guarded the blind spot at his back, exactly where Grea had attacked.
Ryam threw him off, battering his guard with a barrage of bladed strikes. Weary now, knowing the prey that hunted had fangs of its own. Fangs that would leave him as the prey if they could. With a bright flash, Ryam launched another mind attack, but they prey had learned. Grea deflected it with a bright bolt of energy, dissipating the attack into nothing, and the sunlite kite continued on. Ryam ducked under it, but barely. A thin line on his cheek bore the evidence of Grea's attack.
"On your knee's and beg, like a dog," Grea taunted, "And perhaps I'll allow you to live."
Ryam regenerated the mask over the scratch, leaving no evidence that Grea had struck true at all. "You will be overwhelming by a greater power, you know not what your experiments have wrought, you subhuman piece of filth. May this sword send you suffering to hell." Ryam answered, a lance of some sort of colourless energy forming in the center of his sword. It glowed brightly in the hollow portion of the blade, but was uncomfortable to the eye. A brightness that was on the edge of sight, that could not be seen, and was painful to behold.
Ryam swung his blade, unleashing its fury. Black energy coalesed at its tip, the blade of kinetic force gathering shaped lightning before it. In the seconds from its leaving the blade, it went from a thing of uncomfortable unreality, to a massive wall of black hell, like a wave of solid water, bearing down on Grea. Ryam watched with sharp eye's, and Grea flash stepped away. But this time, Ryam caught the trick.
Grea reappeared behind Ryam, but found that he wasn't there. "What!" Grea cried, looking around for his enemy.
"I'm right behind you."
Ryams sword whistled like the coming of some damned train, and only by that noise did Grea manage to evade, though not entirely. He came down to Earth clutching his side, blood leaking from between his fingers and down onto his clothing. Ryam smirked, making a sharp tutting sound.
"What, thats all you can offer me, 4th seat? Ha, you should've sent your vice captain if this is the best you can do." Ryam taunted, his sword at his side. The young man looked completely at ease. "But then, I doubt you've ever had a telepathic soul ever come to this...place." He cocked his head, "Is that the reason you chose to kidnap me for this experiment of yours?" Ryam wondered perhaps if his reluctant companion had also been selected for a similar reason.
He looked back as a golden light grew beside his face. Grea's great golden kite hung in the air, aloft by a strong wind. Ryam could see flows of energy coming off it, the attack was one of the most powerful he'd ever witnessed.
"Die!" Grea yelled, the kite flashing towards him.
Ryam raised his arm, no less than nine lengths of blue light gathering into the tip. The name of the attack instinctively came from his hollow side.
"Grand Cero."
A massive lance of blue energy slammed into the kite, and carried it away into the sky, making a mockery of its power.
Ryam was secretly sweating under his mask, but he kept a calm exterior and Grea restocked his position on the field. Insane eye's, red with hate and contempt, stared at him. Ryam though with some amusement, that it really was a hollow gaze.
"Very well, let us hope no one is watching, for I have long hoped to hide this, from everyone. Forever." Grea grinned, "For various and pressing reasons." He held his sword back and across his back, his position 'just so' and he grinned at Ryam. "Bankai." With a great flash, and a huge rush of energy, Grea's weapon changed once more. Not it was insanely huge boomerang, nearly twice Grea's high and again. "Jigokukaito Asamori."
Ryam cursed.
"You'll find this unpleasant." Grea said, throwing the massive weapon. As he did so, it split into 9 golden boomerangs, all massive and fast. Grea shot forward at terrible speed, enguaging in hand to hand combat with Ryam. He weaved and dodges, but still Grea landed two blows, kicking his knee and punching him square in the jaw. As he was knocked off balance, one of the boomerangs hit him in the ribs, then exploded.
All the other boomerangs rushed in at once, towards the explosion. And with several loud bangs of steel on steel, they all went wheeling away to crash into nearby houses and buildings. The real one quickly returned to Grea's hand. "Impressive, deflecting them in that state." He said, as the smoke slowly cleared.
Blood leaked from the corner of Ryam's mouth, and half his mask was gone. A heavy scowl was on his face, as he looked at Grea. His odd armor remained undamaged, but showed a rippling pattern where he'd been hit, slowly reforming into its base shape. It didn't look as bad as it was, but below the armor, he could feel broken bones, and he was in bad shape.
"Interesting that you should wears a HITS suit, and be unaware of its use. You must have stumbled across its quite accidentally." Grea said, then noticed the curious expression on Ryams face. "Hahaha! Really, you didn't even know what it was? A Hollow Imitation Technological Suit, replicating the abilities of the hollow without putting the soul at risk, a true masterpiece of recent technology. Brought about by experiments like yourself, no doubt. Its really quite simple to operate. There's the base suit you were now, its dormant state, its released state, and the full release. With the last you in essence, become a hollow. A strange experience to be sure. Its power is based on innate ability, mental strength, and endurance. You don't learn how to activate its various forms, you learn to endure them. It must be frustrating, not knowing how to use it.| He lectured, while Ryam thought carefully.
These people, while crazy, were very interested in the scientific process. But they wouldn't make something meant for combat to hard to use, that would breed issues of reliability. Thus control words were the most logical option for how the suit worked. He decided to try to most likely course, that being, he reached out subtly through the sword, and gently probed Grea's mind. He found a thought hanging there.
-The fool, I wonder if he's figured out it runs on control words! Even an idiot could use it! Offline, Deploy, Level 2, Level 3. Haha! What a terrible predicament to be in. Its no better than rubber armor when you don't know how to use it! He probably hasn't even figured out that he has to mesh spirit energy to turn it into real armor. What a fool.-
Ryam grinned, flooding the suit with spirit energy. Suddenly it seemed more real that it had been before, and a subtle black and red mist hovered around it.
Grea scowled thoughtfully, "Well I'm impressed, you figured out one aspect of the suit without even being told. What else can you do I wonder" He mocked, almost gleeful.
"Arashin," Ryam said, holding up his sword. "It means, 'Mind Storm'." Grea's face was suddenly covered with shock and horror, but then he calmed. "It doesn't matter, if you go farther than it is now, you'll likely kill yourself anyways."
Ryam nodded, it was a possibility. "I guess we'll see."
Grea braced himself.
"Level 2."
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Post by Kuroboom on May 10, 2009 1:25:26 GMT -5
Eyes full of contempt for this abomination of nature, Lor Amp drew her blade. "The deep of Winter, the Unbound Chain, the Angel of Death descends. Harvest, Kokarite!" Her Zanpaktou lengthened to form a staff and on either end, a scythe blade extended. The staff and scythe were as black as coal, but the sharpened edge of the scythes were as pure as moonlight and gleamed wickedly in the sunlight. "Tch, I'll have to teach you how to behave yourself, animal." With a scream, she lunged at him. She was insanely quick, and Zarago wasn't able to block the first strike nor was he able to dodge it properly as it slammed into his abdomen. Oddly enough though his armor remained undamaged, though he could feel the damage to his body as he spit up blood beneath his mask. Flipping the staff over, Lor swung again to hit his opposite side with the other scythe. Zarago was a little more prepared as he managed to at least block her attack and kick her in the chest, sending her back a few feet.
Holding his side, he panted. "This early in the fight, and I'm already beat up." He looked wearily at his foe, vision blurring. She smirked at him and spoke with an air of extreme arrogance. "I see my blade's ability is hitting you. Is everything going dark? Each time I strike you, your vision will dim until you're left blind and helpless. How does it feel? Are you going to cry? They usually cry out for mercy to me. I might consider not killing you if you cry for mercy." Zarago gave her the one finger salute, which did nothing for her mood. "You idiot!" she screamed as she lunged at him. However, Zarago was able to see her movements much easier this time and was able to block her attack with much more ease despite his blurred vision. Lor noticed a change in her weapon and leapt back to a defensive stance, shocked at what had happened. The eerie mixed voices of Zarago rang out in laughter. "I see my blade's ability is hitting you. When I was in those comas you kept me in, a great tortoise spoke to me. He explained what he said were 'the basics' of this sword. Each time my blade makes contact with something, even in a defensive stance, the air around it thickens to decrease their speed by twenty-five percent of what it's currently at. Your blade contacted mine twice, so that leaves you at... fifty-six and a quarter percent of your original speed." Deciding to taunt her, he went on to ask, "How does it feel? Are you going to cry?" His laughter rang out again.
Lor Amp's eyes watered slightly at the indignity. "I can't believe I was so foolish," she thought to herself. Still, she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. She lunged at him again, but when he rose his blade to block, she tugged on the staff and it separated into two scythes connected by a chain. With ease, she spun to avoid Kaisheba and swung the scythe in her left hand and released it, sending it wrapping around Zarago's neck. She ran behind him and kicked his knees out, putting him on all fours like the animal he was. Putting a foot on his back, she pulled on the chain. "What an ugly dog I have," she commented on this creature she had on a "leash." Zarago could only gasp and make angry grunts as he was choked. "Your weapon's ability is interesting, but you didn't take into account that you hit Kokarite and not me. I still have all MY speed," she said with another tug on his chain. "Now you're going to be a good dog and pass out so we can get you home."
Zarago was furious. Not just because he was being denied his freedom, but from this bitch's demeaning attitude. His vision was blurring again, though from the choking instead of the effects of Kokarite. He had to get out of this or they'd slice him open and continue their experiments. He needed a way out... Pulling his legs under him he sprang up and jumped backwards landing on top of her and crushing her beneath his weight. She hadn't expected this, but she was quick to stab him again with Kokarite as he laid well within striking distance. Wrenching the chain off of his neck and parrying a second attack, he was quick to flee to a safer distance as his vision dimmed. He now had tunnel vision, but her blade was down to about forty-two percent speed. He couldn't see very far, but his hearing had improved from his vision decrease. He heard an exchange between Ryam and Grea, which culminated with the phrase "Level Two." This phrase seemed to ring Zarago's core and he said it aloud. "Level two!"
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Post by hermes on May 10, 2009 3:08:08 GMT -5
White bone began to cover Ryam's body, shot with red tribal designs. It slowly covered over hid body, creating large and small interlocking bone plates, affording him greater protection and more besides. The armor covering his fingers grew long a sharp, and he felt something in himself changing again. His negative energy was being amplified, his self as a hollow. He already wore the mask, he'd already mastered the hollow within.
Laughter was ripped from his, his distorted voice, filled with such confidence, made Grea shake to the bone. He was witnessing the birth of a monster, with uncertain limits. Ryam, however, didn't think of himself as a monster. The only thought in his mind was...a new breed. It didn't really matter to him what he was now, he'd been born a psionic, and that was enough to set him apart. He could deal with anything they could throw at him.
"Well," He said, his voice deeper and even more distorted than before. "Shall we continue?" Ryam stepped forwards with a flash, roughly 5 times the speed he'd had before. He looked like a demon, a hollow, with mask to match and ther ferocity of a foreign soul in him. He dodged Grea's boomerang, even as it fragmented and came back on him nine times. It wasn't easy to defend against them, but it wasn't nearly as hard as before either.
Ryam disappeared, reappearing behind Grea, who launched a blistering hand to hand assault. Ryam dodged and weaved, this time more easily keeping up with the speedy man, and where Grea did hit, the armor shrugged it off easily enough. "I see," Ryam said, backhanding Grea swiftly, before he could settle into his second rhythm. "Your bankai is incomplete, you require more practice and training to properly control it right?" Energies flew from Ryams sword as he said this, the bolt of mixed psionic energies nicking Grea's side, and attempting to cling to him.
Grea ripped himself free with some effort, and caught his boomerang, breathing harshly. Ryam stood proudly straight, defying his injuries and looking at Grea with cold, black eyes. Again, an invisible energy built in Ryams blade. Kinetic force slowly collected, to fuel an energy attack that only took effect after its advent. Much like a reverse black hole.
Ryam used shunpo to flank Grea, and unleased his attack, this time red and black energies coarsed along the edge of the attack, growing in size and strength. Grea launched his 9 boomerangs, all of them impacting against the massive energy wave, as it turned into more of a black and red sea.It slowed greatly, and then broke, but still it fell on Grea. He screamed with terrible outrage as it tore into him, the energies stripped his right arm to the bone, leaving him with naught but a limb hanging from fleshy strings.
"YOU BASTARD!" Grea yelled, he raged on and on, but Ryam mostly tuned him out. "For the moment I eclipse you, how hard will you work to bring back the sun?" Ryam mused, looking at Grea. He raised his sword, but Grea flinched, and quickly used shunpo to make his escape. "You'll die at the gate, I swear it, you will die at the gate SLAVE, you fucking peice of nasty filth. I'll make you like the shit off my shoe you worthless ingrate. I'll cut you open and rape your internal organs and I'll glory in it! I will taste your blood, YOU BASTARD, I WILL KILL YOU IN THE END! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! DIE!"
And then he was gone, his ranting quickly fading into the distance.
"Level one," Ryam said, and his armor was quickly reabsorbed, leaving him exhausted and hurt in his skintight suit. His mask dissolved, and his hair returned to normal. His sword, however, was still released. He pondered that for a moment, then collapsed, looking up at the sky. "Just need to get my breath back." He muttered, wiping blood from his chin.
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Post by Kuroboom on May 10, 2009 4:08:58 GMT -5
From Zarago's chest, a white energy burst forth and wrapped around his body. Thick bone plates formed over his vitals and limbs except at the joints; there banded, interlocking plates formed to give both protection and mobility. Purple tiger stripes shot across his back, the backs of his legs, and on the tops of his arms. Short but sharp bone spikes sprouted from his knuckles.
It was almost painful how much more powerful he felt, but he felt strangely at ease with it. He still suffered from tunnel vision, but he felt much more in tune with his senses. Cackling with his eerie voices, he charged Lor Amp. He was faster than ever and it felt great. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven times he slashed purposely at her weapon and seven times she blocked. Her weapon's speed down to five and a half percent of its maximum.
"You must fear death to make your weapon that much more useless," he taunted. "I don't know why since you're already dead." Lor cursed under her breath and attached her weapon to her back.
"Float, whirl, fly and tangle. Trick and trip and try. Wrap and injure, tear and mangle, let head from body divide! Way of Destruction #15 Nimbus String!" Zarago hadn't expected such an attack but his thick armor prevented him from being cut, though slight gouges were being carved into it. He let out a roar as he began struggling to free himself, wires stretching and snapping.
Lor's eyes widened as this beast was pulling free of the trap; she'd have to act quickly. "Earth rebel, take in what you once gave forth. Unleash the ten hands of hate, scratch the wall, burn through! Way of Destruction #36, Rebel Sinking!" Lava shot up through the roof and swallowed Zarago whole and then quickly cooled into black stone. "I guess they'll be able to pull your body out of that and extract some useful data," she said smiling. She drew her weapon again and noticed that it was still very slow and her eyes widened.
From beneath the thick stone a muffled scream could be heard. "CERO!" The stone exploded and the large blast whizzed by Lor, missing her by a matter of feet. Bursting through the rest of the debris like the Kool-Aid man entering someone's home, Zarago pointed his blade at her and screamed "Yochi no Herukoge!" A vertical blast of lava rocketed towards her and she sidestepped to get out of the way. Zarago, however, rotated his blade ninety degrees and the lava blast followed suit.
Lor let out a scream of agony as her legs were burned away to nothingness and the attack dissipated shortly afterward. She fell to the ground with a thud and was in shock at the turn of events. She began weeping uncontrollably; this monster had crippled her.
Laughing at the agony of one of his captors, Zarago moved forward purposely until he stood above her with his sword still in hand. He stabbed her twice, once in each shoulder. His large blade easily severed her small arms leaving her a screaming torso. "Do you remember," he began over her screams, "what I said I'd do?" Her screams instantly stopped as she was stuck in silent fear.
Zarago pulled his arm back and with a mighty thrust, he plunged it into her chest and tore her heart out. He showed it to her as it beat slower and slower... Thump-thump! Thump, thump! Thump. Thump... He crushed it in his hands and her eyes rolled back into her head. He tossed the thing onto her chest as his vision cleared and headed over to Ryam after saying "Level one."
OOC: FATALITY!!
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Post by hermes on May 15, 2009 17:05:49 GMT -5
"Yo," Ryam said, standing beside Zarago, "You alright?" He asked curiously, he was feeling a little light headed himself. The two of them had severely had the crap beaten out of them, despite their success in the end. "I get the idea that there may be more of them waiting on us by the gate, and in none to great a mood. You up for round two?" Ryam asked, looking towards the gate.
Light flared up around the gate, some sort of domed barrier. It was bright yellow, but semi-transparent, Ryam could still see the gate inside. It was like looking through the film on sunglasses. He squinted, but it didn't help much. He had good eye's, but they were certainly doing their best to disrupt his course. Ryam gave Zarago a quick pat on the back, "We should probably get moving, well or not." He said quietly, "They'll likely want to do to us, what you did to that poor lady there." Ryam said, eyeing the corpse with some distaste.
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Post by Kuroboom on May 16, 2009 7:03:24 GMT -5
"I've been worse," replied Zarago as the barrier rose, "But it doesn't matter if I'm ready or not; we have to plow forth."
Zarago caught his partner's distaste in his execution method, but he felt it was justified after what the researchers had done to the pair and he told Ryam so. "Besides, didn't you strip that man's arm to the bone? That's pretty gruesome too. At least I didn't leave her to live with her disfigurement."
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Post by hermes on May 16, 2009 13:30:57 GMT -5
Ryam shook his head slowly, "It still could have been cleaner, you didn't have to shove your hand into her chest. Also, I have an excuse, I don't know what the various effects of my attacks are. I don't even know what they're called, unless they come from the hollow side." He shrugged, nudging the body idly with his foot. "Still, after what they did to us, I'm not sure they deserve this. How they did it, however, deserves a little punishment certainly." He sighed, and looked back towards the barrier.
"Oh well, lets get going." Ryam said, darting across the roof and onto the next one. It was still quite a ways to go to the gate, and being stealthy didn't seem as good as being on the roofs anyways, if people like that could sense them. He got the idea that anyone who was fast enough to catch them, would find them anyways, so the best thing to do for now was just to run. And kill whoever caught up.
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Post by Kuroboom on May 21, 2009 10:47:15 GMT -5
"We still need to take out that barrier before we get there or else they'll have a field day on us while we try to take it out," Zarago said as they dashed from roof to roof. "I've got an idea though." With that, Zarago pulled down on the air over his face and his horned mask appeared. While still running along the rooftops, he charged up the massive blast until...
"CERO!" He fired the massive blast at the barrier. With Ryam blocking the minds of passerby hopefully they wouldn't notice the blasts coming from directly over their heads. If not, the two would just have outrun and outgun their opponents until they made it to freedom.
OOC: Later than promised, but I've been distracted and whatnot.
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Post by hermes on Jun 6, 2009 12:35:58 GMT -5
Ryam ducked under Zarago's blast as he passed in front of him, and raised his own hand. Red energy charged around his fingertips as he directed them at the barrier. He watched Zarago's blast impact, and the barrier flared against his power. Ryam fired his own blast, "Cero!" He howled, the blast of energy shot across the distance and flashed against the barrier, bright and defiant against its light.
Ryam and Zarago continued firing their blasts as they neared, they could sense somehow, more powerful fighters in the distance. They approached with terrifying speed, but it wouldn't be fast enough to catch them. With about five hundred meters to go, half a kilometer, the barrier came down. Or, more accurately, it exploded. It sent shards of light flying all around, impacting buildings and innocent people alike.
Ryam's body flashed as he took his next step, and suddenly he was standing in front of the gate. Above it, he could read "Senkaimon" imprinted on its architecture. "No idea what the means," Ryam muttered, turning back towards Zarago. His eye's widened in surprise and shock. "What out!" Ryam yelled at Zarago, as a truly massive energy blast of gold and red energy approached him from behind.
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Post by Kuroboom on Jul 2, 2009 5:30:46 GMT -5
Zarago barely flashed down out of the way of the blast. It shot overhead, taking the horns off his mask and kept rocketing off into the distance. Turning, he saw Ryam's old friend Grea who was now sporting a disgusting, spindly, black gnarled arm. He looked batshit insane and Zarago doubted he came back to apologize for his behavior earlier. With a sigh, he called up to Ryam, "This is why you should kill them."
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