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Post by Darkmage4 on Nov 30, 2007 1:14:36 GMT
Sephiroth was looking into Despair, He brought him self a Friend Merely a puppet. Just Like Genesis!!
"HAHAHA you will Regret that you ever said that!!!" He yelled at Genesis.
"Darkmage Come to Me!!!"
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Post by darkmage2 on Nov 30, 2007 1:25:51 GMT
Darkmage raised from the ground, His Long white silverish hair flourished, His white silky Mage robe shined. He took out his Mage Book, and Looked at OBLIVION, Sephiroth, then At Genesis. He looked at Sephiroth, and Bowed to him.
"Ahh Master I see you have awakened me. So Who do I Kill? The Really Big dude, or Our Brother Genesis?" Darkmage said.
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Post by Darkmage4 on Nov 30, 2007 2:11:19 GMT
"Just Wait!" Sephiroth said to Darkmage. "We are Aiming at BOTH OF THEM!!!!" He Said. With allot of Anger Behind him.
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Post by barret on Nov 30, 2007 4:20:30 GMT
Barret stopped dead in his tracks and ceased firing. He scratched his head confused.
"What the hell, I thought they were fighting us not each other?"
He looked at the other guy and held out his arm.
"Hold on, let's see how this plays out before we charge in there again. They might just wipe each other out if we're lucky."
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Post by oblivion on Dec 5, 2007 7:56:37 GMT
Such paphetic beings, they have no idea how omnipotent he is, with his powers well-concentrated. Sad he have to follow his master's orders, despite that he is born swornly for destruction, he is the reason behind everything in his power. And now, they shall witness how foolishly these people are, deciding to fight him when they should know how to flee, though they will die nevertheless. No matter, as soon as this is finished, he'll have something more up to his sleeves.
"Yes, my master." Oblivion said in his hollow tone, rearing himself from the mid-air, ready for an attack. He may be the stronger lot, but he's not stupid for he know better than to charge blindly. No, he'll play with them first before killing them, though it will displease Genesis so. Swooping down towards them, the demon gave a first initiative to attack them with claws first, just for a bit of fun on it.
((Bah, SORRY~!!! >_<))
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Post by Darkmage4 on Dec 5, 2007 19:53:52 GMT
Sephiroth Saw OBLIVION jump at him with his claws attacking. He Takes out his sword, and Blocks OBLIVIONS attack, pushing Sephiroth back a few inches. He then swished his sword forward to make OBLIVIONS claws retract from his sword.
"So you wish to kill me?"
(I will get Darkmage in soon.)
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Post by OWEED™ on Dec 7, 2007 7:39:42 GMT
Sephiroth Saw OBLIVION jump at him with his claws attacking. He Takes out his sword, and Blocks OBLIVIONS attack, pushing Sephiroth back a few inches. He then swished his sword forward to make OBLIVIONS claws retract from his sword. "So you wish to kill me?" (I will get Darkmage in soon.) Genesis smirked as the battle began to unfold ((OOC - sorry i know short post >.<)) |
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Post by galebread on Dec 24, 2007 4:02:42 GMT
Altiarus Anteas furrowed his eyebrows and ceased his track towards the rebuilt town of Nibelheim, listening carefully somewhere close to the town's entrance. Garbed in his old ShinRa SOLDIER uniform instead of his golden armour, which he left in his childhood home that had miraculously survived the whole Meteor ordeal. The Mako contamination in Midgar did not concerned him the slightest bit, being that he had already been exposed to large amount of Mako and mutated to adapt the energy. Regrettably he liked his new suit of armour, but when faced with reality it is more for advertisement than protection. The ShinRa uniform he kept gave him more flexibility and still provided the necessary safeguard against most damage inflicted on him, even if it's a bit outdated and worn down due to lack of care. Plus, no matter type of display he was clothed in, the uniform of a 1st Class SOLDIER always gives more authority.
Though those weren't the reason he was wearing the uniform today. He was dressed in uniform because he was going to visit the graves he built for his deceased comrades secretly on the other side of Mt.Nibel, the friends that perished during the massacre of Nibelheim when Sephiroth went nuts and started chopping up everything he saw. The massacre that made him what he is today, something that wasn't human, something more, something corrupted.
He shook his head and banished those thoughts. It matters not now, what's happened had happened, there is no point brooding over it. He listened again, more focused this time. The sound of clashing metal rang out loudly through his enhanced hearing, as was the sound of shouting, gun firing and explosions. There's clearly a fight within the town, and by the noise they generated it wasn't pretty. The summoning of Oblivion didn't help the matter much, as it only signalled that something bad, very bad, is going to happen. Well, he'd be furious if those graves he built were damaged, he had spent days of works on them.
His hand reaching for the Zweihänder strapped on his back, he kicked a few stones off his path and inched cautiously towards the entrance. He felt a familiar scent, a scent that brought up enormous amounts of hatred and fright within him, but he could not pinpoint out why he felt those floods of emotions, or where he had felt that scent before. He tightened his grip on his trusted sword as he moved to catch a better view, only to loosen slightly as he watched in disbelieve on what was transpiring in front of him. Now he can identify the reasons for those feelings of hatred and fear. He saw the man who killed his friends. And of course a few other individuals that he couldn't be bothered identifying, they're simply not as important to him.
"Sephiroth." He muttered softly, barely containing his anger. How he wished he could just jump out and stab that lunatic in the head, but he can't, at least, not yet. He'll observe for now. He knew another way in, a way he made himself that leads to the graves and straight out of town, concealed by boulders he placed near the entrance. He sneaked away and jumped silently through the hidden path, towards a concealed spot where he can continue to watch safely.
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Dec 25, 2007 2:59:50 GMT
It had been too long. Too long since he had been in this damned town, and seen the phantom’s silver mane trailing behind him through the flames. There wasn’t really any friendly face in the entire town, none he had missed at all. Despite the painfulness of the icy bitter coldness he suffered that day, and the intense paradox created by the flaming town the memory served the monster that stood before him correctly. Now stood two more in steadfast pace with the apparition which seemingly had appeared from nothingness. He had never seen a face so downtrodden, and absorbed into misery as Cloud Strife’s face that day. Had he been a younger commander he wouldn’t be able to empathize with him and understand Strife’s existential suffering.
The streets of Nibleheim remained desolate. The city itself was in ruins and the only people left in this shadow of a town were those with the hopes that the monster’s wars were waning. Rikelus knew that seven years ago this entire mess started…at the core of it was Genesis fueling Sephiroth’s hatred until he hatched a plan to destroy humanity. Nibleheim seemed left in a semi-shaken state after the destruction that followed. Their very presence had bestowed unwanton poverty and desolation on everyone and left even the wealthiest merchant in Nibleheim without a basket of bread to eat. It was depressing to see a town facing such ruin again, he viewed Nibleheim as a marvel, or one of the last true treasures on Gaia. To accept the fact that a town may disappear over a skirmish was sorrowful.
Rikelus Deverell’s deep crimson red eyes floated over towards Altiarus. A first class Soldier who was rogue was a rare sight indeed ever since the mass Soldier disappearance that occurred earlier during the new era. He had often thought back to the words that Genesis uttered that day about Soldiers being loveless. Sometimes he wondered if that were real, where they just killing machines stamped with the ShinRa logo of approval via the strange glow in their irises. Commodore Deverell smirked before stepping back and running a leathery gloved hand across a doorknob twisting it open and stepping in still watching the battle unfold. It was time for a phone call.
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Post by barret on Jan 1, 2008 17:14:03 GMT
Barret kept firing at everyone now cept this Cloud copycat, unless they proved to be friend. He was very nervous and tense, both Sephiroth and that red headed guy summoned from very powerful beasts. He knew that he alone couldn't do much good. He had no materia or summons at his disposal anymore. Just his gun arm and the head on his shoulders to help him now, he's already done the best thing he could. Now all he could do is wait.
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Post by acidgypsy on Jan 2, 2008 21:32:57 GMT
A dust trail spiralled up into the air lazily, marking the approach of a single scruffy-looking bike roaring down the hill at breakneck speeds. It wasn't uncommon for Maji to go drive around when bored, mad, frustrated, or any combination of the three. Of course, she was at that very moment every single one of those three listed above; with a hearty helping of resentment.
Bah. Men. Waste of time and energy. Couldn't trust the lot as far as you could throw them.
Maji growled to herself and opened up the throttle; drowning her thoughts in the roar of the engine. The old bike wasn't one of the newer versions like the Fenrir, but a few illegal touch-ups had made the old Einherjar servicable again. The new engine and body made a mean ride in a pinch; the relatively small front tire could navigate trickier terrain while the massive rear wheel could suck in a baddie and spit chunks out the back without so much as a cough.
Yes, Maji loved her bike, alright.
The cracked leather creaked as she leaned further forward and patted the growling machine between the handlebars; grinning to herself as she slowed to a stop and stepped off. The next few minutes were wisely spent cleaning the road dust off of her equipment and glasses.
However, just as she was dusting off her trenchcoat, the muted 'pop pop pop' of gunfire hit her ears and caused the merc to tense.
Looked like kicking Rikelus's ass would have to wait. Bummer.
In les than three seconds she had drawn two of her more fearsome looking knives and locked them into the grooves running along the underside of her forearm plates, fluidly drawing two more in the throwing position.
Leg muscles tensed, she strode quietly as possible towards the outskirts of the fighting, peeking out around one of the buildings with her hat brim pulled down low over her brow and her glasses perched on her nose.
"Who's the queer?"
This question, was of course directed mostly to herself, concerning Sephiroth.
Honestly. Leather? Silver hair? And long hair at that. It was a wonder someone didn't just grab a handful and yank hard to pull the guy off his boots. Now that she thought about it, a lot of the men in this region looked a bit too...feminine. No wonder this wasn't a popular touristing spot. [/size] |
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Jan 3, 2008 4:42:06 GMT
Red dots traced it’s way across the dingy, worn cobblestone stopping near Maji, and a shot rang out, and the whirling bullet was deflected up into the air with a loud clang, “Heh your not very incognito are you?” Rikelus canted his head to the side that switchblade smirk washing over his once limestone expressions. He raised his right hand and a web of light escaped the palm of his hand creating what looked to be semi-transparent glass shields in order to keep physical attacks from reaching them. Most obvious to everyone it was a barrier spell to act as the first line of defense.. The acidic smell of blood invigorated his senses, and he seemingly left a slight trail where a stray bullet had nicked him in the shoulder. A slight grimace overcame his expressions before he looked over at Maji tiling his head chuckling softly, “Don’t think just because I took a bullet for you, you’re gonna get off that easy.” Self sacrifice, and taking one, in the name of human life, and quality wasn’t your run-of-the-mill Soldier’s attitude. They weren’t supposed to care, show empathy, or even love, they were only supposed to love the organization, the president, and the mission above all else.
That voice echoed in his head again, “Deep down your more of a monster than you portray yourself to be, Commodore Deverell..”
When does a man become a monster? When one commits acts against humanity for coin and pleasure? Or does the heart simply have to aches and wallow in enough pain and misery. A monster has no soul to comfort it, what makes a human soul unique compared to a Soldiers? Does a Soldier’s soul contain that same shimmering warm light bound to a complexity of flesh and bone? Perhaps the human soul and heart contain endless labyrinths of different emotions, hidden thoughts, and dark secrets far beyond the view of a microscope. Perhaps our souls are the source of all our inadequacies, maybe deep down were incapable of love, and pity.
They say that the heart often draws near a kindred soul in times of trouble. In its aching need for solace during pain, the heart often searches for another soul looking for guidance, just like a compass. Everywhere I seemingly went, she was there looking back at me, perhaps I had found my guiding light in the form of another misbegotten soul. My how they’d laugh if they knew of my whimsical thoughts. I’d be known as Commodore Delusional Deverell, the one who lost it.
“I believe you owe me an explanation for why people are shooting at you..” Rikelus commented, with that snide look sliding back across his placid expressions. “Apparently being in co-horts with the enemy doesn’t help you any does it?” His crimson red eyes glanced back at her and he sheathed his sword before climbing onto the motorcycle in a semi quick fashion and grabbing onto whatever he could get his hands on for dear life. God forbid, a woman learn how to handle ShinRa technology, much less drive it with you on the back.
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Post by acidgypsy on Jan 3, 2008 5:33:12 GMT
"It wasn't me they were shooting at. It's just your ugly mug got in the way."
She grumbled, watching with some discomfort as he made his usual smartass comments and jumped on her bike without so much as a by-your-leave. Again, she exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose between her bleeding thumb and a forefinger. How did she put up with guys like this before? Oh, right. She didn't. But Maji could hardly plant a boot up the nether regions if she wanted to get paid.
And although she wouldn't admit it, his irritating self was growing on her.
Shaking her head and swiftly hiding her faint smile of amusement with a scowl, she marched towards the EINHERJAR bike, sheathing her knives across her chest as she went.
"Oi! GTFO my bike, you doof. You aren't driving my equipment."
She barked, giving his shin a good kick so she could get enough room in the pilot seat.
She hit the ignition, grinning as it caught and roared to life beneath her hands. So with much gusto and very little attention to how skittish Deverell looked, she kicked up the bikestand, revved the engine a few times, and sent the bike swiftly accellerating through the dusty plains ahead...
...only to slow down again rather hastily when her passenger nearly toppled off from the wicked accelleration.
Maji sighed in exasperation.
"Hold on to me here and lean forwards. This machine may be a bit older but it has more kick than the new ShinRa junk in your guys' garage."
As she spoke, she carelessly left off steering to one hand and looped both of Rikelus' arms around her middle; winking a daredevil wink in that delightful way she had. Once she was sure he wouldn't fall off this time, she sent the bike back to blazing a dust trail over the flat, cracked ground with delight; flattened low over the handlebars with her eyes narrowed behind her shades to block out the glare of the sun. [/size] |
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Post by rikelusdeverell on Jan 3, 2008 6:39:57 GMT
He muttered shaking his head before speaking loud enough so that she could hear it, “Had that bozo with the rocket launcher not blown up my chopper, I wouldn’t be in this situation..ughhh..If this machine breaks down I hope you have roadside assistance.” Although he was complaining it seemed as though he was firing back at her with sarcastic comments. The roaring of the engine ensued, as she switched gears, they seemed to be tailed by a couple of Deep Ground Soldiers driving semi-smoking motorcycles. Rikelus leaned forward planting his face near her shoulder blade lifting up that large sword of his, hiding his grimacing face as it seemingly stretched his arm contouring it near it’s limits due to his sustained injuries. “Take this you bastard.” He snarled letting the tip of the blade run across the ground flicking up rocks debris, large hunks of dirt and a long trail of dust erupted from the once hard plains.
The sound of the roaring engines behind them died out slowly, as they decelerated for a moment after being battered with rocks and debris, causing some of them to wreck, and other’s to withdraw their weapons and begin further acceleration for combat.
He felt her catch another gear and romp down on the accelerator again as they began a descent from the hilly area around Nibleheim towards the grasslands below. It seemed as if they were ridding upon a thin line of rubber and every little shift seemingly caused them to float in every which direction. A motorcycle was closing, and swerving towards them across the shifting planes of grass, Rikelus lifted the sword swinging, and slicing the rear section of the Deep Ground personnel’s motorcycle in half sending him tumbling backwards in a violent backspin taking out three more pursuing motorcycles.
Upon further acceleration, everything seemingly funneled into tunnel vision. Rikelus narrowed his crimson red eyes and flicked his wrist twisting the sword through the air and putting it back into it’s sheathe causing a thin red line to drip down his shoulder blade and make it’s way down to his calloused elbow. Ahead seemed what looked to be a natural ramp leading across a narrow ravine in which a stream from the great caverns ran. He didn’t even have to blink or think about it, the roar of the engine sounded up again, was she really that much of a daredevil?” A sharp clang was heard as the sounds of bullets being shot rang out. He threw his other hand around her waist again locking them.
“You’re driving like you’re going to try to make that jump, You’ve got to be kidding me Maj, There’s no way.”
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Post by acidgypsy on Jan 3, 2008 18:36:32 GMT
Maji looked over her shoulder at Rikelus' drawn features, grinning like an asylem escapee.
"If you're going to be a crybaby about it, then don't look."
She rapidly shifted into neutral, flipped the bike around, and set it into reverse; Then, remarkably calmly, she drew two of her knives and rapidly set one after the other flying-- having just enough time to get her numb fingers back on the handlebars. The rest of her hurts faded away for that moment. That second that fae and fickle lady luck made her choice.
Time nearly atopped the moment the roaring bike made a final lurch forwards, and launched both the soldier and the marcenary into a high arc.
Bang.
Two thing happened at the same time: Maji's wise decision to switch bike ends kept the bike upright when the massive rear wheel took the strain of the landing. However, due to that same decision Majidah was left open to gunfire from the other end of the gap; several such bullets whizzing past the bike before one made it's mark and slammed into her shoulder.
A yelp was bit off the moment it started as she clapped a hand to the bullet hole, watching with grim amusement when the two machines following them increased speed and attempted to duplicate Maji's stunt.
Her lips parted slightly in a soft word.
"Boom."
Both of the knives she had thrown earlier into each hood blocked that critcial amount of fuel needed for the engine to speed up on the ramp; too late, the drivers noticed the knife hilt sticking out of the metal. But by that time the leaking fuel got into the smoking hot works of the engine, sparked, and exploded with an impressive shower of molten steel.
Ignoring the insistant stabs of pain on her shoulder, she twisted to look back at Rikelus with a weak grin.
"You still worried I can't handle this bike?" [/size] |
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