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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 3, 2009 10:42:57 GMT -5
OOC - Prime's plot, not mine. All will be explained during the plot's progression.
BIC -
A reprieve. It was difficult, more difficult some times more than others. The fight to survive, not just physically but mentally and spiritually too. There was no easy way. It was either fight or die. A constant struggle to cling to whatever humanity was left. For once, however, it was calm. It was not safe, though. It was never safe. At all times, a constant guard must be held. Otherwise, it meant death or damnation. For now, though, all seemed quiet.
Yoshimitsu dropped to a sitting position behind some rubble, rubbing his temples. This was his world now. Sleep was a thing of the past, and had been for a few centuries. There was no time to sleep, no time to rest. It seriously was fight or die. All trace of humor was gone from him, stripped away from nearly a millenia of this torment. His hair was no longer the vibrant blue it had been before, now a strong silver colour, much longer than it ever had been. His clothes were ragged, torn and faded, a blue sleeveless jacket that exposed his battle-scarred torso and grey cargo pants that used to be black. In his hand was his sword, no longer the Bahamut Blade from legend. It was white and silver, an intricate pattern of metal and flame that weaved in and around itself elegantly.
There was no time to rest, he realised. Now was one of the few chances he had to save this world. Pulling himself into the lotus position, he closed his eyes and began to concentrate.
~*~ Cherrygrove City, 6 PM ~*~
The evening was warm. A light breeze played through the city, not strong enough to chill but still a pleasant sensation. The sun was setting, casting an orange-pink glow through the few clouds lingering around. People were finally getting home from work, settling down to relax after a stressful day. Birds soared gracefully across the sky as the waves lapped gently against the shore. Peaceful. Bliss.
Almost unnoticed, a light like a flare flashed from a rooftop. A human body slowly floated to earth, sat in the lotus positon, eyes closed in concentration. A few people saw. No one cared. Cherrygrove was a site where super powered individuals congregated. A teleporting body here and there was nothing new any more. Yoshimitsu pulled himself to his feet again. A curious sensation pulsed through his body. Nothing was trying to attack him. No pressure on his mind, no pain burning through his body, nothing. He was safe. For the first time in too long, he allowed himself the simple pleasures of breathing, looking, using his senses for pleasure rather than safety.
The scene in front of him was nostalgic. A scene he had not seen in far too long. The sunset, burning bright and strong. He watched its descent as it inched closer and closer to the ocean. The clouds overhead, moving slowly as they were pushed by weak winds. On the air, he could taste the salty tang of sea water. No pollution, no harmful chemicals. He could hear the birds as they soared above, the cars as they drove by, people stopping to converse casually. This truly was bliss.
"No. You have a job to do," Yoshimitsu told himself, gripping his sword tightly. He approached the side of the building, looking down into the crowds below. His gaze wandered over the city, lingering on the gym for a moment. No one noteworthy, and no one who could be considered a threat. He looked on, past the gym and through the streets. His target was clearly not in sight.
"No matter... I can wait."
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Post by hermes on Nov 4, 2009 6:31:17 GMT -5
OOC: This should be assumed to be after both Ishkabibble and the new party (train) topic. This has an epic level rating, but is not going to be a one on one event. I really, really need more than just this Future Yoshi and Prime in here. Zebedee, Miko, Nat, Rie, Terrian, anyone from Cherrygrove who likes Prime, or might be sympathetic to his situation is urged to show up. This will be a fight topic with intermitted background exposition, so not simply a dead slug fest. There's plenty of reason to join and I encourage you to do so.
BIC: Prime squinted, he sensed something, pretty far away and across most of the buildings in Cherrygrove. He was still wearing his suit, from his trip on the train a short while ago. So he was looking sharp and catching a lot of glances as he wandered the streets, looking for a temporary hotel before heading over to Slateport to check things out.
When he's been interrupted by some sort of phase shifted teleport signal that was on a scale even his dull senses could pick up. He still wasn't used to the whole 'beyond sight and sound' thing, he's been through a lot and never really had the time to train and find tune it.
But his eye's worked fine, and he had good eye sight. And he could vaguely see a man standing on top of a building, about half way along town. He was also fairly sure he had gray or silver hair. Hard to tell from the long distance though.
Seemed like he was waiting for something, or someone, Prime couldn't be sure though.
"Hmmph..." He said, wondering what to do.
Eventually he pulled out his cellphone, and summoned a taxi. He didn't know how else to get there, and his bike HAD been destroyed a while ago. He kept meaning to buy a new one, but what choice did he have than to wait for his assets to be released? He sighed, and sat on a bus bench, waiting for his cab.
Whoever it was, he'd probably stick around for a while, until he found whatever it was he was waiting for, or looking for.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 4, 2009 10:11:24 GMT -5
OOC- Very minor auto for dramatic reasons.
BIC -
Yoshimitsu barely needed to focus as he scanned the area around Cherrygrove. His eyes picked up on everything, his ears heard every word spoken. Not a single detail escaped him. A single glance was all it took for him to examine an area. His silver eyes looked blurred as they darted around. Even people through windows, in cars, concealed in shadows. He could see them all as if they were stood right next to him.
Finally, his eyes settled on something. A man. Just a man, it seemed. Dressed in a suit, with vivid red hair. Sat on a bench. Yoshimitsu listened to the phone conversation before deciding on his course of action. A taxi call. How quaint. Yoshimitsu felt his lips pull into a sneering expression. How could this one insignificant man cause so much trouble? The male raised his sword to his waist, where it hovered as though it was inside an invisible scabbard. A small feeling of satisfaction registered when he realised that the man's taxi was arriving promptly. Without any hesitation he shot from the roof of the building, moving far too quickly for any eye to follow.
The man had stood up, reaching out to the door of the taxi when Yoshimitsu's fist met the car's front. It crumpled like paper, falling beneath the force of the attack. As the engine exploded, Yoshimitsu, without any effort, forced his fist through the rest of the engine and into the road below. The ground crackled and buckled beneath him, a crater forming with the burning car at the centre. Completely unscathed, Yoshimitsu walked out from the flames.
"Hello, Prime," he greeted coldly. His expression was set, determined. His target was here.
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Post by hermes on Nov 6, 2009 12:15:14 GMT -5
A look of surprise flashed across Prime's face, followed by a sense of deep betrayal. This Yoshimitsu had a sense of deep, intense loathing, and killing intent towards him. And to make matters worth, Prime could feel the air shivering by an immense, barely restrained power.
And Prime noticed something else, simple, basic, and beyond doubt.
"You don't belong here." Prime said, azure armor enveloped him as a light on his hand expanded up his arm. A longsword with a pronounced leaf blade hovered in front of him, and he picked it out of the air.
"And I take it this isn't a social call." Prime said, his usual grin at the prospect of a good fight turning into stoic calm. He was almost certain he was doomed.
A slight smirk pulled at his lips.
"Come."
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 6, 2009 12:28:44 GMT -5
"I don't do social calls any more," Yoshimitsu replied, his voice practically freezing the air around him. His stance was rigid, determined, resigned. There was no other choice for him. His eyes burned with resolve. "No one does. There's no one to talk to any more. There's nothing. And it all traces back to you. I'm sorry. You have to die."
There was no hesitation, no charging time, no restraint. Yoshimitsu's fist suddenly started glowing a blinding crimson, powered by pure thermal energy that burned violently hot. The light it cast was incredible, like a setting sun casting a firey glow on the hard ground. This was no normal attack. Yoshimitsu was determined to end the fight quickly. The distance between Yoshimitsu and his quarry was covered in the blink of an eye, the world blurred to Yoshimitsu for a split second as he moved, and the silver haired male's fist was flying at Prime's face faster than a bullet.
OOC - man, i hate making the first attack >.>
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Post by hermes on Nov 6, 2009 12:37:40 GMT -5
There was a resounding explosion as fist met steel, Prime's sword blocking the path of Yoshimitsu's blow. Only years of training and prodigious talent with a blade had allowed him to intercept the attack. A pressure wave expanded around the two fighters, collapsing concrete walls, cracking the ground around him.
Prime was pushed back through the building behind him, and then the next one. A prodigious wave of thermal energy creating a pressure was just in front of it, battering him through his sword, the heat scalding his hands, arms, burning his hair.
Prime's armor flared a violent azure, a massive energy release trying to push the heat wave aside, but the effort was futile. Prime snapped.
"Fuck you!"
There was the feeling of something immense snapping.
Black and red energy rose up to mix with and overpower the azure of his armor. It channeled down through his blade, an immense charge of energy crackling around the leaf bladed sword, now clouded dark.
"I live." Prime said, staring at the attack with wild eye's. Blood burst from veins, destroyed in an instant from the massive twist he put in the blade, bringing the edge in line with the attack.
A massive heave, two mirages of energy, bending light, flung past Prime. They burned holes in the building behind him, focused, tiny, immense. Prime slammed into the concrete exterior of the building, losing his breath explosively, and fell to the ground, finally at a stop.
He looked up, Yoshi was gone.
Prime could feel him coming again.
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Post by Kuroboom on Nov 6, 2009 13:30:23 GMT -5
When you live your life as a hermit, things get boring often. Boring and lonely. Still, when you lived as a hermit, you had less distractions from your surroundings which enables one to become that much more in tune with the planet. Kuro could feel everyone on the planet, most of them had so little energy he wouldn't have been able to feel them just a year or two ago. Then there were the ones that had so much power, he'd be ashamed if he didn't feel their presence. One such power appeared from nowhere in a location surrounded by other high powers. Kuro recognized it as Cherrygrove. Why this location was so popular was beyond him, but powerful people seemed to flock to it nonetheless. The sudden appearance of such a mighty being piqued his curiosity, especially since evil had a nasty habit of sneak attacking.
In a flash, Kuro was above the city. The air in the sky was a bit chilly, more so since the warm, humid air that had clung to him from his island had created condensation on him. From this height, the people below skittered about looking like ants. Kuro was able to find the new being instantly. He didn't even need to search for him--the destruction was clue enough and it seemed he was attacking someone Kuro considered a friend: Prime.
Kuro teleported once again, this time a short distance behind Prime. The stranger was rushing up behind Prime to finish him off. Kuro quickly charged up his energy to unleash his Kuro Blast at the back of this person's dome. The yellow, baseball sized orb of raw energy rocketed at the newcomer from Kuro's extended palm. The orb was intentionally made to be deceptively small to hide it's highly explosive nature.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 6, 2009 14:52:04 GMT -5
"An explosion in a ball," Yoshimitsu commented before vanishing completely. The city blurred past him as he shot up the side of a building and on to the roof, staring down at the newcomer. "The Kuro Blast. Doesn't pack the same bang as your explosion." The fighter quickly scanned through his memory of Kuro, trying to remember any weaknesses or surprises waiting for him. He was done within seconds, and thoroughly unconcerned. In his mind, Kuro posed no threat.
"As for you, Prime, you're better than I thought you'd be. You should be dead," he continued. "And you've changed in the past few minutes. What's this new form you've taken?"
Again, Yoshimitsu's movements were impossible to follow. He ran at Prime as he gathered an icy element in one hand, electrical in the other. As he drew closer, he thrust the electrified palm out. A bright blue beam, charged full of lightning, blasted from his hand and curved around Prime, heading for Kuro instead. With his icy fist, Yoshimitsu ducked down then swung his arm up in a violent uppercut, attempting to both break Prime's face and freeze it.
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Post by Kuroboom on Nov 6, 2009 15:19:56 GMT -5
"Tch, were you always so quick to dismiss me?" Kuro asked aloud. If Kuro was stunned by the revelation of the stranger's identity, he showed no outward signs. In a flash of yellow light, Kuro's golden aura radiated forth and his hair became spikier than usual. He had mastered his second transformation sufficiently to skip the first step.
Yoshimitsu charged towards the two combatants with an attack in each hand. Kuro had difficulty following his movements, but he was able to see enough to see the blue lightning shooting at him. Kuro focused his ki into his palms to catch the blast. He couldn't deflect it; there was too great a risk for collateral damage. The blast hit his extended palms, electricity trying to cause his muscles to seize up and the force sending him flying backwards down the street. He skidded to a halt, digging up the asphalt as he was dragged and shredding his t-shirt. He got up quickly and discarded his ruined shirt leaving him in his shorts, shoes, and shades. He scanned the area as his charred palms healed themselves and noticed most of the people had cleared the streets. They must have been used to this kind of thing with all the notably powerful people in the area.
Kuro extended his ki to form his energy blades and teleported again behind Yoshimitsu, launching a punch at the man's medulla oblongata. Kuro was looking for a quick end to this fight.
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Post by hermes on Nov 6, 2009 19:32:20 GMT -5
"Nothing new, yet." Prime said, the look of unshakable calm still on his face. He was glad to see Kuro there, but even then, it was a losing fight. Prime could only hope that this Yoshimitsu would be concerned about the collateral damage, the people around him, and Kuro himself. He sincerely hoped he was Yoshimitsu's only target.
Yoshimitsu's fist was just under his chin. Prime looked at Yoshimitsu through violent eye's.
"Dawn."
There was a heavy clang as the superpowered blow collided with an armored collar, followed by a flash of azure energy. Two stars rose, on opposite ends of the horizon. Each different from the other, yet displaying the same origins.
Prime's sword grew larger, with a more pronounced leafing to the blade. His armor heavier, covering him in chain in the few exposed placed remaining. There was a sense of pressure from him, on a whole different level than it had been before.
And yet he still flew through the air in response to Yoshimitsu's blow, hoarfrost on his armor. He crashed into a building, and slid down the side to the ground.
He took no notice of it.
He moved forwards, energy routed to his feet, a flash of light. He swung his blade upwards towards Yoshimitsu's chin and skull, moving into pincer formation with Kuro. Wind flared wildly around his blade, pushing out knives of sharp wind, that Prime doubted this Yoshimitsu would energy notice. But he might noticed the hurricane force cutting wind building up in the blade, when it contacted his skull.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 6, 2009 19:42:14 GMT -5
Yoshimitsu twisted out of the way of Kuro's punch so that he was on his hands, and thrust his foot out at Kuro's face. Without caring whether it hit or not, he was on his feet again and staring at Prime. As Prime shot through the air, the silver haired male noted that his fist had met more resistance than it should have. Prime, evidently, had more tricks up his sleeve than Yoshimitsu had anticipated. As the red haired man attacked, Yoshimitsu raised his arm in defence. Steel met flesh, but the blade did not manage to penetrate Yoshimistu's skin.
"I have so much more experience than you could dream of," Yoshimitsu spat, staring at Prime's face with disgust. "That armour is useless. With it, you're nothing compared to the monkey over there."
Yoshimitsu raised his free palm, glowing crimson already, to Prime's face. With the sound of a cannon firing, a surge of white fire exploded from Yoshimitsu's hand. Again, he moved before seeing the result of the attack. As far as he was concerned, Kuro was pointless. In this fight, whether he lived or died was not important. Yoshimitsu's world hinged on Prime's death, so whether Kuro died did not matter. With a cold look, Yoshimitsu grabbed the hilt of his sword. and threw himself into a violent vertical strike at the saiyan. The power behind the attack was incredible, more than enough to slice a mountain.
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Post by Kuroboom on Nov 6, 2009 21:28:23 GMT -5
Kuro took the foot to the face and made him reel to the side as blood poured out of his nose before his body healed it. He wiped his eyes to get the moisture out from the impact causing them to water. "Monkey, eh?" Kuro asked with his tail flitting about. "Rather a monkey than a pathetic old man."
Yoshimitsu came flying at Kuro, a strike coming with his blade seemingly trying to cut him down the middle. Kuro sidestepped, but Yoshi was too fast and there was a flash of blood as his left arm fell to the ground, severed at the shoulder. Kuro took the opportunity to launch his fist at Yoshi's face as it'd be nigh impossible to turn to dodge it at this point. The bone was already sprouting out of his stump as he fired his punch and muscles were creeping along the bone as the limb regrew.
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Post by hermes on Nov 7, 2009 11:53:42 GMT -5
"Damn that's fast regeneration!" Prime said, he could hardly recall Kuro getting hit the last time they'd fought together. Prime flashed backwards, barely avoiding Yoshimitsu's palm. Something seemed to be taking the edge off this crazy god.
Still, he was left with a giant burn mark on the left side of his face, where the fire had burnt him badly. He ignored it, it wasn't like he had much choice.
Instead, he listened to the whispers in his head. The subtle hints on how to push himself. How to use the power these stars granted him. His power currently covered the whole of the world, it needed to be condensed to be useful.
Energy began to build in spirals around his sword, Yoshimitsu came in fast, trying to cut him off.
An explosion, following by an insane reverse pressure wave. Prime was nose to nose with Yoshimitsu, his blade stopping Yoshimitsu's only the shortest distance from his neck. Prime growled, pushing against Yoshimitsu with his blade. The man was like a mountain, it was a wonder the planet hadn't gone out of orbit.
There was a flash of energy, Prime retreated at speed, an explosion like a miniture supernova rang out from his blade. Straight for Yoshimitsu, though Prime doubted it effectiveness, the man could likely survive in the heart of a star.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 8, 2009 17:31:52 GMT -5
OOC- I'm so confused by your posts, Prime. It looks almost as though you're autoing Yoshimitsu, but that couldn't possibly be the case...
Yoshimitsu had no time to dodge and felt the ki blade pierce straight through both cheeks. He was left with the issue of how to remove the blade, so he chose the quickest course available. Instead of slide off the blade, he yanked his head backwards. The energy ripped apart his mouth, blood spurting violently from the silver haired male's face. He seemed unconcerned, however. Green sparks played around the wound and instantly his face seemed to be as good as new. There was slight scar tissue, but otherwise his face was in perfect condition.
"Not the worst pain ever," he muttered to himself as he jumped back, his eyes locking on Prime instead. "I don't want to feel that again, though."
The incoming force was incredible, there was no doubt about that. Yoshimitsu would put the blast on par with a star. Maybe a few hundred years ago, that might have posed a threat to him. However, those extra years had granted him power beyond anything he had ever had before. He raised both hands and met the incoming blast with his palms. It was stopped dead, hovering in the air rather than incinerating the male. With a cocky grin, Yoshimitsu pushed the burning ball back at Prime.
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Post by hermes on Nov 14, 2009 10:34:40 GMT -5
Prime countered, at speed, energy whirling around his sword smashed against the incoming attack Yoshi had sent back towards him. Two explosions rang out, the first at merely half power as it collided with its counterpart.
Prime was sent flying, back through the building and the ground behind it. The force sent him six feet under the ground, and he could vaguely see rock falling on him, before his vision faded into the black...
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Inside himself...
"He's right you know!" A slightly higher voice called out to Prime.
Prime twisted around, looking for the source of the voice, and catching a glimpse of the surroundings.
"Where the hell am I?" Prime asked aloud, looking at the world around him.
There were two blue stars in the sky, giving the landscape a different hue. The ground was pitch black, with energy moving over it like waves. The waves were azure, crashing over the trunks of great white tree's.
The leaves of the tree's were a deep violet, with a red streak down the middle. Sort of like blood was tainting the purity of the azure waves as they climbed the trunks. The leaves constantly fell and were reborn, creating a world of swirling azure.
The tree's climbed mountains that were larger still, stretching up towards the heavens. And above him now, there was a black Maelstrom of cloud.
"You should die." The voice said again.
Prime twisted about, looking for its source, until he eventually spotted the speaker.
It was himself.
Prime smiled back at Prime, vibrant all red eye's, with piercing green pupils marked him different, along with black instead of red hair.
"Classy," Prime said, "Where is this?" He felt disturbed, yet strangely comfortable in the world that surrounded him.
"This?" The other asked, "This is inside your soul." It grinned, "This is inside my soul actually, given your likely death."
A sword materialized in its hands, long and dark, with a straight edge and spine. It had no guard, and a handle wrapped in loose silk cloth.
"You don't know what you are." The other Prime said, "But thats alright, there's no need to know."
Prime shook his head as his duplicate darted forwards, a long white katana forming in his hands. Its curved blade reflecting the blue light from the twin stars above his world.
His duplicate slammed into him, stopping dead against Prime's white sword, the stark contrast setting them against eachother.
"This is a waist of time." Prime said, "While we're doing this, Yoshimitsu could kill me."
The duplicate just laughed, "I guess you'll have to hurrey up and lose then!"
Prime pushed the duplicate away, one hand forcing him along the length of the sword until he was a full length away. "I suppose your the one keeping me here, what are you exactly?"
"Seperate from you!" It responded, swinging its sword about wildly again.
Prime calmly blocked and parried, pondering the question. For its part, his duplicate didn't seem to be in a huge rush. He wondered what that could mean, besides the simple fact that time likely passed entirely differently within his own soul.
Centuries experienced without detriment or time passing in the 'real' world, Assuming you could differentiate the two.
The duplicate strained against the iron in Prime's arm, trying to force him back.
"Your footing is all wrong," Prime told his duplicate, "Try a wider stance."
"Shut up!" The duplicate yelled back, "Enough taunting, fight properly!"
Prime scoweled, "Fight properly, you clearly can't hurt me. Why should I kill you?"
The ringing of steel echoed through the forest, "Always so calm and confident, don't show any fear, grin in the face of death." His duplicate said, "If you cease to be, so do I, you selfish bastard!"
Prime laughed, "So what, your my negativity? My dark emotions? Come on, can't you do better than that?"
His duplicate looked at him with hollow eye's.
"Yes." It answered simply.
Black energy crackled around the duplicate sword, building in intensity.
"I still remember what I was." It said, "Battlefield of Blades!"
Thousands upon thousands of black, straight bladed swords slammed into the ground, every one giving off an air of menace. The duplicate launched itself at Prime, each time it struck with a different blade, each blade exploded in a maelstrom of rogue energies, slamming Prime through tree's and into the sides of mountains.
Prime blocked every blow, but when the weapon exploded all over you, that didn't have as much of an effect.
"Christ!" Prime bit out, and flashed out of existance, reappearing behind his duplicate.
"Taste earth!" Prime said, slamming the duplicates head into the ground.
The duplicate just started laughing, muffled through the black soil.
"Why are you hitting yourself!?" It asked mockingly.
Prime scowled, "What the hell are you talking about you freak!" He yelled, pulling him out of the dirt and flinging him into the side of a mountain. There was a crash and a huge roar as bare rock collapsed on top of the duplicate.
Prime caught a reflection of himself in the surface of his sword. His hair had turned black.
"Tch," Prime said, "Apparently I'm losing."
"See, there it is." The duplicate said, "The bloody calm. You could die and your so calm, you could even grin if the fight is challenging. Your a fucking idiot, you don't deserve to live anymore." The duplicate said, launching itself at Prime, bursting out from under the rocks.
"There is no more you, there is only me!" It yelled.
Prime snapped, he planted his boot in his duplicates face, and slammed his head into the ground with enough force to create a crater. He stomped again, deepening it.
"Just die!" Prime yelled, slamming his sword through the duplicate, pinning it to the ground.
The duplicate twisted its head, and looked at him, grinning.
"Your eye's are red, are you tired?" It asked, mocking him again. "Divine Lotus."
The black swords in the ground uprooted themselves, spinning in a great, multisegmented circle. They centered on Prime, blades pointing straight at his heart.
"Ender." The Duplicate said mockingly, the blades lept forwards, striking Prime with explosive force from all sides.
The explosion rocked out, blowing down the tree's of his inner world, dispersing the azure waves, carrying the azure leaves away.
There was nothing left, but bare, black tree's. Nothing on that flat landscape, of endless bare black tree's.
The duplicate started laughing, "To weak, to weak." It laughed wildly, unable to stop itself, not caring whether it ever stopped.
"So whats the big joke." Prime asked.
The duplicate twisted around, looking for Prime.
The surface of the world turned into water, black water that the tree's rose from.
"Where are you!" The duplicate yelled.
"Right here." Prime said, "Where you are."
The dupicate looked down, and saw Prime, whole and complete, standing in reverse. He was on the other side of the water, seemingly, the soles of his feet meeting the souls of his duplicates feet.
Massive dragons wings surrounded him.
"Trying to make me lose myself, lose my calm, stop enjoying life and give in to a darkness rising within me." Prime said, "Thats in all of us, but how, exactly, are you fighting me for control?"
The duplicate bent down, and spat into Prime's image, and pointed at his own forehead. The mark of Cain glowed there.
"You touched something, you never should have touched." The duplicate whispered.
A hand burst from the water, grabbing the duplicate by the neck, and pulled him, choking, under with Prime.
And there there was stillness.
The water suddenly churned wildly, building itself up and hardening. Mountains formed, white tree's held new life, azure waves of energy covered the surface of the world again. The mountains were made of glass, the roots of the white tree's clearly visible below the surface. The black clouds dispersed, and Prime walked, whole and complete, from the side of one of those glass mountains.
He sighed, wondering what to do, where to go. He was holding a skull in his hand, with the mark of cain on its brow.
"What do you do, when half of you is cursed?" He asked, holding the skull up to the light.
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The sky darkened, the two stars on the horizon suddenly seemed to turn black as they doubled in size. The light from the main star, the sun, was visible sucked towards the two stars on the horizon.
Then it lapsed from sight, as a black haze filled the sky. Red lightning crackled between Earth and Sky, a dark presence hung in the air. The thunderheads finished forming, leaving the two black stars barely visible on the edges of the horizon. It was a darkness nearly as black as full night, with no lights to guide the way.
The cities power failed, row after row of houses and buildings going slowly dark, in sequence, with the fighters at the epicenter.
A man in black armor, slightly tinted with red at its edges, rose from the Earths embrace. A deathly mask, with long white horns, adorned its head. White hair poured down its back, shimmering slightly in the unlight cast off by its armor.
Rain poured down the figure, gathering in the slits of the mask, and then running down in heavy streams, giving an impression of great sadness.
A shimmering, blood red blade, with black leafing, and a tight black leather hilt, hung loosely from the figures it. It looked down slightly, surveying the ground around it, then up at Yoshimitsu.
There was a sigh, garbled, demonic. The sound of sadness was tinted heavily in its voice.
"What did I do to you, you poor, tortured soul?" Prime said, his voice a pale husk of his own, covered by a vastly more disturbing effect.
"Kuronoba!" Prime yelled, as black energy twisted around his blade again.
He released it, a twisting wave nearly ten times as powerful as the one before it lashed out at Yoshimitsu.
Prime disappeared from sight, though he was sure Yoshimitsu would be able to track him still, and reappeared from behind the man.
"Black Salute! Kuronoba!" Prime yelled again, attempting two pincer waves on Yoshimitsu.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 18, 2009 18:19:42 GMT -5
"Stop changing," Yoshimitsu snapped. He registered, in his peripheral vision, that the power in the city seemed to be failing. Was Prime's power getting high enough to cause that effect? Yoshimitsu was still unconcerned. "It wont help you!"
Prime's speed, too, seemed to have increased exponentially. The attacks, the two waves almost appeared to have been launched simultaneously. The silver haired man stabbed his sword into the ground and raised both arms in defense. Holding strong, both waves met with him at the centre. After a second, he threw his arms out and both waves dissipated into nothing. Deep cuts now adorned Yoshimistu's arms, a river of blood freely flowing. As green sparks knitted the wounds together, the sword jumped back into Yoshimitsu's hand.
"Is this really the resistance you put up? Is this it?" He taunted, raising his sword. "A mask and a light show? And you, Kuro, you think that's enough to stop me? Think again!"
The cocky attitude he had thrown up was rapidly vanishing. The fight was finally serious. Both warriors had managed to land a hit on him, but neither of them seemed to have received any pain in return. He raised his palm and pointed it at Prime. A faint glow covered his hand, and as it did a series of explosions blasted around Prime, each one intensely powerful and deafening. With his other hand, he raised his sword and painted a circle of white light in the air. The white glowed for a second, then a wave of the frozen element exploded out. The ground and buildings froze as the attack made its way to Kuro.
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Post by hermes on Nov 18, 2009 18:43:06 GMT -5
Prime was pounded repeatedly by the explosions, the rough tearing off the material around him bouncing off his armor, nicking his face, and generally beating him up in rough shape. He tried to shrug it off, but Yoshimitsu could really keep it up.
"Arrrgh!" Prime yelled, a black flash of light punching through the explosions.
"Keep pushing me, you bastard!" Prime yelled, "I'll just keep getting stronger!"
Prime's sword dissolved, his armor disappeared. It all flowed into an orb in front of him, no larger than his eye. Prime instinctively reached out to touch Kuro's spirit, and reached out to touch the orb, an eye that now seemed to stare out at the world.
He crushed it. "This has gone far enough, force me and push me, make me remember what I was. What are you fighting against Yoshimitsu, why are you here?!" Prime yelled.
There was a burst of silver light, and a pressure wave.
When it cleared, Prime was floating a few inches above the ground, emitting a faint silver light. He was holding a long, slightly curved sword, with an ornate wide guard in an oval shape, and a similarly shaped handle. The pommel was a simple weight, balancing out the shimmering silver blade.
Prime stared at Yoshimitsu with silver eye's, "What did I do, that was so terrible?" He asked.
He waved his sword, and suddenly the area was covered with blades just the same as the one in his hands.
He took a deep, long breath.
"I am the Lord of Blades."
Prime's eye's snapped open, he moved with speed, grabbing another one of the swords on the ground. He struck at Yoshi, swiftly with both swords, then disappeared, and was back with two more, striking swiftly, and repeating, almost endlessly.
A mass of swords hung in the air, none having time to fall more than a centimeter.
Prime appeared above Yoshimitsu, holding one sword only. Energy like crackling lightning stretched from his blade into the sky, arcing randomly, a bright silver.
Prime grinned, as he began to fall.
"Aurora Wave." He murmured, saluting a long forgotten friend, and touching base with a worthy opponent alike.
The swords around Yoshimitsu attracted the odd energy, and Prime himself hit like a bolt of lightning, the explosion sent the swords everywhere, covering the battlefield once more with blades. Hopefully crimson blades.
Prime smashed headlong into the ground, winded, but quickly recovered himself and looked back up at Yoshimitsu. He had a long, deep cut in his bicep. Likely the demigods work.
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Post by Kuroboom on Nov 21, 2009 1:25:28 GMT -5
Kuro took note of how Yoshimitsu dislodged himself from his ki blade. Regeneration or not, that looked like something a person who was either very battle hardened or had nothing to lose would do. Kuro teleported away as Prime launched his assault, only to appear with Yoshimitsu's attack hurtling towards him.
The ground turned white as frost instantly formed on it. Buildings were also blanketed as the cold wave rocketed forward; windows shattered from the sudden temperature change and frost crept inside of the gaping holes freezing all inside. The streetlights groaned as the metal froze and then it hit him. He tried to escape it by teleporting away, but it had caught his hands and both feet.
He reappeared in a park in the city some distance away from the fight. The frost continued creeping up his arms and legs trying to overcome him. He had to act fast so he did the only thing he could do--amputate. Shooting ki from his eyes, he sliced off both his arms at the shoulders and then his legs at the thighs and teleported his torso away from the limbs so the frost would have no chance of catching him. As his new limbs grew, he could hear the water in his old ones expanding as they froze and moments later, they shattered.
Standing up, Kuro knew he'd have to give it his all. This guy wasn't playing around and to him, Kuro was just collateral. Kuro teleported once more back into the fray to pummel Yoshimitsu into submission or the ground.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Nov 24, 2009 7:02:01 GMT -5
OOC- Mixing up the two posts order for a bit more drama. Basically, Prime's initital attack, then Kuro's attack, then Prime's second attack.
BIC -
"What did you do?!" Yoshimitsu repeated, raising his sword. The incoming flurry of attacks was fast and strong. Yoshimitsu was being pushed to meet the attacks head on, moving like lightning as he reacted and blocked. One cut under his guard and opened a gash in his chest, shattering his focus and leaving him open for the next few strikes. Covered in cuts on his chest, face, arms, he gathered himself and met the strikes again with more force, knocking Prime away and lunging at the man, opening a cut on his bicep.
"You sold this world out! You destroyed the world!" He spat as Kuro shot in for his next attack. Yoshimitsu stabbed his sword into the ground again, raising his arms in defense. Each of Kuro's punches hit like a sledgehammer. The ground beneath him cracked and crumbled as Kuro attacked. With unbelievable reflexes, Yoshimitsu's hand shot out and grabbed Kuro's fist. Using his new advantage, Yoshimitsu pointed his palm at Kuro's head and fired a blast of electricity before jumping away. Unfortunately, this left him completely unaware of Prime's next attack. He looked up just in time to see Prime above him holding what looked like a lightning bolt.
"Bahamut!"
Prime's attack met two giant silver wings. The blades scattered and the red haired man rebounded from the wings. Yoshimitsu smirked, and the wings parted to reveal where they were coming from. Yoshimitsu's back. The underside of the wings looked ghostly, not solid like it should have. Like crystalized air. As the wings slowly faded out of sight, the man raised his hand to his head and pulled something invisible over his eyes. As his hand moved, what looked like a dragon mask formed and covered the top half of his face.
"You sold this world out and destroyed it. I have to fight every day in my future just to stay alive, and it's all your fault," Yoshimitsu snapped. He pointed at Prime. Without warning, an explosion of silver and gold flames exploded from his finger, blasting at Prime. The ground beneath started to melt from the intense heat of the flames, the fireball getting bigger as it gained momentum.
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Post by hermes on Nov 28, 2009 11:55:48 GMT -5
Prime snarled, "I would never do that." He said, the silver aura around him flaring. He stared into the fireball with some weariness, it wasn't something you could just brush aside.
"Fate," Prime said, his aura flaring to three times its normal size. His sword began to glow with an otherworldly energy.
"Chains," Ethereal chains wrapped around his body, grounded to all the swords he'd earlier hammered into the battlefield.
"Break." His sword flashed, the chains around him shattered, Prime's arm momentarily disappeared from view, accompanied by a silver flash of light.
A wave of silver energy traversed the distance between Prime and the fireball, and cut it neatly in half, continuing on towards Yoshimitsu at break neck speeds.
Prime quickly stepped across the field, giving Kuro a companionable punch on the arm.
"I think its time to stop holding back. Its only going to get worse from here." Prime said, looking back at Yoshimitsu.
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Post by Kuroboom on Nov 29, 2009 15:42:57 GMT -5
Shocked again by Yoshimitsu's electric attacks, Kuro was launched backwards. As the slightly charred flesh regained it's normal appearance, Prime told him to go all out on their foe. Kuro nodded, but he knew the severe limitations that came with it. It was do or die with this plan and if Yoshimitsu was still standing when Kuro's energy ran out, he was sure to be killed.
"This is only the third time I've done this, so I haven't mastered it yet," he said aloud as if to apologize for any sloppiness. His face became focused as he willed himself to reach the next level. His aura exploded out causing shockwaves that shattered the remaining windows and set off car alarms blocks away. Electricity cackled in his aura and the air rippled from his power. With one last surge of his ki, the transformation was complete. His hair reached down to the middle of his back and his brow looked primal the way it jutted forward.
Kuro stared at the silver-haired man, the man he had to kill. He would have felt pity for the man, but pity had no place in battle. He could see the pain in Yoshimitsu's eyes and the fury.
In less than an instant, Kuro was upon him launching a barrage of kicks and punches. With each strike, he shot ki from his fists to maximize the damage.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 1, 2009 8:33:14 GMT -5
"You did." Yoshimitsu's voice was colder than ice. "You sold this world out. You let it fall to pieces."
With a casual movement, Yoshimitsu backhanded the wave of silver and knocked it away into the sky. His eyes locked on to Kuro, watching the saiyan power up. The power flowing from the man caused Yoshimitsu's hair and clothes to ripple violently, like a tornado was ripping at his body. Underneath the dragon mask, Yoshimitsu's face showed his resolve. There was nothing for him if he lost.
"So I wont lose," Yoshimitsu said strongly. As Kuro shot in for another round of attacks, Yoshimitsu's body blurred as he responded. The ki that shot past him caused his hair to ripple again, burning his skin slightly as the attacks missed by millimeters. With a sudden movement Yoshimitsu dodged around Kuro and grabbed the saiyan's hair, swinging him round violently. He released his grip, throwing Kuro into the sky, and pointed both palms up. Another, bigger blast of white and gold flames exploded upwards, chasing Kuro.
"It's time to die, Prime."
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Post by hermes on Dec 5, 2009 23:17:37 GMT -5
"And what did I do, to betray with world?" Prime whispered in Yoshimitsu's ear, standing behind him. The chains that bound him to the universe severed, he'd found his steps took him nearly anywhere he wanted to go. The only limitation seemed to be, there had to be a solid path to that area.
There was a loud, thunderous sound, as his sword erupted with energy again, arking up into the sky. Like the constant rolling of thunder, he struck at Yoshimitsu. Even if he missed, the electromagnetic charged the attack left behind assured that every one of Prime's blades would uproot themselves, and impale him.
Sure enough, they were ripped for their plantations, and darted tip and blade for Yoshimitsu, the electromagnetic charge sending eletricity arcing between the blades, like a net closing around trapped prey.
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Post by Kuroboom on Dec 8, 2009 19:04:32 GMT -5
Kuro was launched into the air and was engulfed in flame. Yoshimitsu kept tossing Kuro to the side and ignoring him; Kuro was going to make him regret that.
He teleported out of the flame as his charred skin refreshed itself and appeared in directly in front of Yoshimitsu. Looking at the man dead in the eyes, he stated, "Don't dismiss me so easily," as he fired beams from his eyes straight at Yoshimitsu's. He teleported away again as Prime had appeared behind Yoshimitsu and the Saiyan didn't want to get in the way of Prime's next attack. From high above, he watched the assault.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 19, 2009 6:12:59 GMT -5
"Stay out of the way, then!" Yoshimitsu spat, raising a glowing fist. The eye-beams warped and twisted as though they were being sucked into a black hole, meeting at Yoshimitsu's palm. The silver-haired man closed his fist, charged with the stolen ki energy, and threw a powerful punch at Kuro's face. Without missing a beat, he jumped back and suddenly became aware of the far-too-many swords hovering around him. He spun round, Prime's attack missing him by inches, and retaliated with a sweep-kick to Prime's jaw.
"That wont work!" Yoshimitsu roared, clapping his hands together. Immediately, a net of electricity formed in the air around him, charged specifically to disrupt the electromagnetic wave. The first few swords blasted through his net and impaled the warrior, but the rest clattered to the ground uselessly. Unflinchingly, Yoshimitsu tore the swords from his body and discared them.
"You brought the devil himself into this world," Yoshimitsu replied to Prime, his voice full of malice. "He turned this planet into his domain. There is no heaven. There's nothing but pain and fear and a constant struggle just to have a physical form. I'm one of the only people left alive."
Yoshimitsu shot into the sky, dismissing his Bahamut mask as he ascended. Instead, silver spikes erupted out of his forearms and down his back, the spines from Bahamut. As they all started glowing, Yoshimitsu pointed his palms down at Prime.
"Let's see you dodge this," Yoshimitsu muttered. Instantly, a wave of white and golden flames erupted from his hands, an avalanche of fire, spreading wide and violently hot as it blasted down at Yoshimitsu's quarry.
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Post by hermes on Dec 19, 2009 10:05:59 GMT -5
Time froze.
"He has no need of us."
"Why?"
"Have you not noticed?"
"..."
A glowing spark.
"Thats a talent..."
"You're right... Perhaps I was blinded by out friendship."
"He has no need of us?"
A slow nod from the God Alpha.
"We may go?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"You want to tell him?"
"Yes..."
"Go ahead."
"Prime, you have no need of us, your abilities touch your nature, and your nature is a oneness with the blade. I name you now First Prime, Lord of Blades. Our kinship has ended, and I believe you story has just begun."
The blue star tattoo's on Prime's hands disappeared.
"Something you lost." Alpha and Azure said together.
A long, nearly 10 foot long katana, white, with blue runes appeared in front of Prime. He reached out and touched it, taking it in his hands. He felt a sort of kinship with the blade, but a deep sadness that Alpha and Azure were leaving.
"What is a bladesmaster?" Alpha asked, as he and Azure faded away.
Prime nodded.
Time snapped back into motion, Prime raised his blade, calculating angles to perfecting with insane speed. He quickly realized the perfect timing, place, and position to negate this attack.
His blade blazed with blue energy, like a morning star, and as he synched with it, it was as though a trance fell over him.
His body became slightly etherial, whispy, and glowed a bright azure along with his sword. His nature shifted, as he raised the sword, and a blazing wave of energy cut down Yoshimitsu's attack, the aftershock blazing past Prime on either side.
He lowered his blade.
"I will not evade you any more."
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