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Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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For future reference, I despise winning by default.
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...DESPISE. I'm going to try and make sure it doesn't happen next round.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Another Cairoi RP, coming right at you.
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On an island that exists somewhere else but so similar to us, there stands an obsidian tower. The tower strectches far into the sky, and it can be seen for many miles. In the tower's tallest level lives the Tarot. The Tarot is an entity with amazingly, god-like power, far beyond that of any known warriors throughtout the multiverse. This being has a habit of altering existence to suit his tastes, and it invented humans to keep itself intertained. Now, it wishes to reveal itself to a select few, and maybe find a way to seep the most fun out of existence. It picks up random people of random design and plants them on it's own planet, a beautfiul lush planet similar to Earth, only retaining it's natural beauty and containg few humans and many more beasts and animals. It drops them off on the small island known as Ember Isle, apart from each other. It waits to see how they interact and they can figure out how to find Tarot's Tower before Tarot has them executed. To pepper it up, it plans on creating or bringing to the planet either enemies of the group from their dimension, or create some alltogether new beasts. It will decide as it goes along. RULES OF ENGAGEMENT: You must either use a character from a previous RP, one from a story of yours, or maybe a simbattle character, though I highly doubt I will accept any simbattle characters unless they have story backing. I'm looking for characters that will more than likely be out of their element here. No overly powerful gods. I have the right to kill off your character and/or move them as I wish. Don't compain. (That's in the RP rules anyway, but I'm restating here to make sure everyone understands I won't take any shit this time around.) Example requirements: Name: John Mark Age: 17 RP/Story Featured in: Manifestation Appearance: Relatively thin build but was denser in childhood, John stands at about 6'1". He has brown haitr to the bottom of his shoulders, uncut in a year or so. He parts it in the middel so his face is visible, a habit his parents inflicted upon him. However, he has no qualms with the long bangs in his face. He has a "cute" face as some of his female friends have stated, though he's not Brad Bitt. He's an enimgma in that he oftens looks energetic and exhausted at the same time, disorting other's views of him. Personality: John is quite hard to summarize. When his friends were pressed to describe him, they would either say funny, smart, cool, or annoying. He's a jokester, but he has a deep, serious side few of his friends see. He acts not near as smart as he is, and his closer friends would never say he was stupid. John is always cautious of his surroundings. When he meets someone new, everything about him tests that person. If the person comments on his hair, he knows they are shallow. He acts quiet around new people unless he knows he's going to spend a long time with them. Then he is his normal clowny self. The boy has a brooding intelligence that festers below the surface. He is adept in almost anything he tries to the degree he can excel, but he is not cocky. In fact, people have called him humble to a fault. He often is too generous and acts as though he does not thing highly of himself. He knows how much better he can be and it has affected his psyche. John has banished his material want and cares only for people. While he still plays video games like the rest of the world did, he cares mainly about others and would die protecting them. He often thinks about his death, but in no way is he pessimistic. He just knows he will not live forever, and so he sees the light and shadow of every situation. Music plays a part in John's life as he plays the guitar, bass guitar, and writes his own songs. However, since the war broke out, he hasn't thought a lot about writing music. Weapon (if any): Croma sword that variates depending on how much energy he places into it.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Another Cairoi RP, coming right at you.
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On an island that exists somewhere else but so similar to us, there stands an obsidian tower. The tower strectches far into the sky, and it can be seen for many miles. In the tower's tallest level lives the Tarot. The Tarot is an entity with amazingly, god-like power, far beyond that of any known warriors throughtout the multiverse. This being has a habit of altering existence to suit his tastes, and it invented humans to keep itself intertained. Now, it wishes to reveal itself to a select few, and maybe find a way to seep the most fun out of existence. It picks up random people of random design and plants them on it's own planet, a beautfiul lush planet similar to Earth, only retaining it's natural beauty and containg few humans and many more beasts and animals. It drops them off on the small island known as Ember Isle, apart from each other. It waits to see how they interact and they can figure out how to find Tarot's Tower before Tarot has them executed. To pepper it up, it plans on creating or bringing to the planet either enemies of the group from their dimension, or create some alltogether new beasts. It will decide as it goes along. RULES OF ENGAGEMENT: You must either use a character from a previous RP, one from a story of yours, or maybe a simbattle character, though I highly doubt I will accept any simbattle characters unless they have story backing. I'm looking for characters that will more than likely be out of their element here. No overly powerful gods. I have the right to kill off your character and/or move them as I wish. Don't compain. (That's in the RP rules anyway, but I'm restating here to make sure everyone understands I won't take any shit this time around.) Example requirements: Name: John Mark Age: 17 RP/Story Featured in: Manifestation Appearance: Relatively thin build but was denser in childhood, John stands at about 6'1". He has brown hair to the bottom of his shoulders, uncut in a year or so. He parts it in the middle so his face is visible, a habit his parents inflicted upon him. However, he has no qualms with the long bangs in his face. He has a "cute" face as some of his female friends have stated, though he's not Brad Bitt. He's an enimgma in that he oftens looks energetic and exhausted at the same time, disorting other's views of him. Personality: John is quite hard to summarize. When his friends were pressed to describe him, they would either say funny, smart, cool, or annoying. He's a jokester, but he has a deep, serious side few of his friends see. He acts nowhere near as smart as he is, and his closer friends would call him a genius. John is always cautious of his surroundings. When he meets someone new, everything about him tests that person. If the person comments on his hair, he knows they are shallow. He acts quiet around new people unless he knows he's going to spend a long time with them. Then he is his normal laid-back self. The boy has a brooding intelligence that festers below the surface. He is adept in almost anything he tries to the degree he can excel, but he is not cocky. In fact, people have called him humble to a fault. He often is too generous and acts as though he does not thing highly of himself. He knows how much better he can be and it has affected his psyche. John has banished his material want and cares only for people. While he still plays video games like the rest of the world did, he cares mainly about others and would die protecting them. He often thinks about his death, but in no way is he pessimistic. He just knows he will not live forever, and so he sees the light and shadow of every situation. Music plays a part in John's life as he plays the guitar, bass guitar, and writes his own songs. However, since the war broke out, he hasn't thought a lot about writing music. Weapon (if any): Croma sword that variates depending on how much energy he places into it. (Last edited by Cairoi on 06-29-06 12:53 PM)
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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I second Thexare for smacking you. The Gamecube kicked so much ass. I loved it and the PS2 equally.
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You want good games only the gamecube had? ALRIGHT. LEGEND OF ZELDA: WIND WAKER FIRE EMBLEM 9 ANIMAL CROSSING SUPER SMASH BROTHERS MELEE TALES OF SYMPTHONIA METROID PRIME FINAL FANTASY: CRYSTAL CHRONICLES MARIO KART: DOUBLE DASH! The list goes on. That being said, I'm getting the Wii for 3 reasons: 1. It's not as fucking expensive as the PS3. 2. The controller idea is amazing. 3. The controller for the PS3 looks like a boomerang. I loved the PS2 controller, but this looks painful to hold.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Deep within the concrete jungle refered to by man as London, a man sat far above the rest of his kin, watching down with calmed eyes. He had reached the top of the Big Ben, and carefully scanned the city, trying to place an eye on his foe and the corresponding locations of the police. They posed no problem to him at this point in time. He turned around and unhooked his large, rather cumbersome case. From within the tightly packed foam came a large zipline turret. With care it was quickly set up, and the case was disposed of. The man made sure that no fingerprints or money could trace the zipline turret to him, and it made his ghostly method much more effective.
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Aiming with the eye of a falcon, he launched up the cable and it flew far across the city skyline until it hit directly underneath the water tower of a high class hotel building. He pulled out his zipwire handle and attached it, launching himself down the line. With the breeze came an inner sense of peace with the world. The brisk chill of the winter wind cooled his senses and kept him reserved, which helped his cause. When not applying force, being overwarmed and hot disrupts the tranquil flow of the body. This man took every factor into account tonight, even the temperature. He had dressed for the occasion. He landed with grace by detaching his zip handle during desent and landing on the roof with a quick frontroll, continuing the momentum and putting no part of him in danger. Moving quickly, he ran to the service door and pulled out the key he had pilfered three days before. He opened the door and began his quiet yet rushed descent down the stairs. His body was sleek and thin, but all muscle. On his head his tufts of dark brown hair jostled with his steps. As he approached the 7th floor, his eyes opened slightly more than they had been before. The adrenaline came alive within him, and he would need it's gift for increased awareness coming up. He stepped into the 7th floor and walked towards the vacant room 743. He pulled out the 2nd key he had kept for a week, and unlocked the room. He knew he only had a few moments before the actual tenants in the room entered. He dashed to the side, opened the large slide window, shut it, and took his yang breath. Expel the negative energy... He sidled up against the wall and began slowly reaching the balcony of room of his target. The wealthy enterpriser had too many enemies in the underworld, as he openly moved for a business transaction that would significantly disrupt the illegal markets. He was looking to purchase the shipping firm Hiland Shipping Consolidated, which happened to be a major front for the drug and arms trade, whether or not the CEOS knew. Those in charge of the operations would suffer unless he was taken care of. And that is why they hired Dynasty. Dynasty positioned himself by using a harness so that he would wait comfterably underneath the balcony until James Hersh walked out. Moments passed, and Dynasty entered an unearthly calm by controlling his breathing. He was in a sleep-like state until he heard the door open. Dynasty's eyes flew open, and he slowly inched up onto the balcony. James was an aging man, and his senses had begun to dull. He did not notice Dynasty until it was too late. With one quick movement, Dynasty twirled around the man and hit him in the torso with an open hand, slightly bent closer to the wrist. James was filled with an instictual fear when his chest began running wild with a clenching pain. He grasped his chest and gasped for breath, but no breath came. He died of cardiac arrest quickly. Dynasty saw his hit had beeen a perfect success. Normally, it would've taken a lot more force to kill a man, but James was a weak, obese aging man. His heart could have sustained little turmoil. In a few moments he had exited the apartment building and began walking towards the subway. He took off his gloves and deposited them in a trash bin, and rolled up the sleeves of his thin silk-like shirt. He would collect his money in France and be on his way. As he entered the subway station, he turned on his sleek silver cellphone and saw an ominous sentence. "You have 1 unread message." No one had his number, as he blocked it every call. Obviously someone had gone to great lengths to contact him. With a grin he put the phone to his ear and listened. "Hello, Zhao Ziling. It appears we have need of someone of your skill. Interested? Call me back. It will be more than worth the effort." Dynasty's smile grew as he turned off the phone, put it away, and looked around at the disgruntled people in the subway around him. It seemed this contact intrigued him. That was rare. As the subway roared away from the station, he wondered what the job called for. Either way, it looks like the work was piling up.  My character for you.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Name: Zhao Ziling
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Codename: "Dynasty" Age: 24 Gender: Male Weapons: Sidearm:Colt Python Primary Fire: QBZ-95 Assault Rifle Melee: Himself Description: He grew up in Eastern China, deep within the slums of Shanghai. He always had an amazing skill with athletics and agility, as he used to leap from rooftop to rooftop as a boy. One day his parents no longer had the means to feed him, so they attempted to return him to the world, and he was left to die in the wilderness outside Shanghai. He found his way to a monastary and was taken in, fed, and given room and board. He stayed there until he was 16. During the time he learned the art of Shaolin Kung Fu, practing feriously every day. He decided on his 16th birthday his life would be devoted to martial arts, and went off to learn more styles. On his journeys he learned Capoeira, Ninjustsu, Kenjustsu, and a spattering of Karate. Due to his quick learning and search around the world, he has picked up languages quickly. He can now speak English, Mandarin Chinese, Japenese, Brazilian, French, Thai, and a basic background in German. At the age of 18, he began the life of a mercenary to fuel his searches. All the while he began gaining a name for himself due to his complete stealth and effectiveness. He became a premier assasin, using guns only when needing to. He is sometimes refered to as "The New-Age Ninja", but he dispises that term due to his heritage is Chinese, not Japenese. He took on the name "Dynasty" because the Mandate of the Heavens allowed anyone brave enough to take the throne if the nation was corrupt. He found it fitting for one of such sad upbringings who became one of international renown (Whether or not it be positive). He wears soft black silk over most of himself, as it assists his stealthiness. He also occasionaly wears a Kelvar vest and his rubber action gloves. He deals with a lot of electricity in his field, and when he wears the gloves he can break them. In public he wears a black suit jacket over his silk, and black dress pants. He has messy medium length hair and warm, serene hazel eyes. And he has not paid a visit to the hospital since he was 17. Dynasty walked slowly up the nonconspicious building in the horizon. He had decided to dress up for the occasion, wearing his suit jacket and suit pants over his comfterable stealth suit. He looked well-kept, his short brown hair being obviously recently cut. His face was handsome and clear skinned, and his eyes shone a dark mysterious brown. He adjusted his tight leather gloves as he circled around back. He noticed the gaping hole and giving a kind under the breath chuckle. He walked in quietly through the hole, his footsteps almost completly silent. "Huh." He reached into his left trenchcoat inner pocket and pulled out papers in perfect condition and folded only once horizantally. He gave them to Incognito without delay and backed up against the wall, folding his arms. "So, what's up with the wall?"
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Battle's over.
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Chaucer calls Shuyin the winner for: Time limit His current attack was very thought out Vulkar said he'd be gone for a while Shuyin moves on.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Teundusia wins for time limit.
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>.< Better stay active, T in the next round. I don't want any time limit deals.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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^.^ Congrats, man. Seriously, you two are going to make beautiful dark-haired fashion-aware babies.
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I'd have to say I'm loving my luck right now, I'm in a relationship.  WHENEVER you get the hell back we'll talk.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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James dashed through the facility, following the sounds of screaming. He heard a gunshot and his blood chilled, and a deep rage grew within him. If they had harmed the women and children, he would rend their organs out barehanded. He found them and hid at the corner as they began to move out. Harrison was his main target, but he wanted Morrighan and Dalit to seek revenge on them. A few seconds ago he had found Aldis' body. Poor Dalit and Jack. He knew it would be his duty to get at least spill some blood. He spun out and with years of practice fired 3 shots. Reynolds' body twitched for a moment as it flew forward and hit the ground, pouring blood.
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"For Aldis!" James attempted to shoot at Harrison, but his main concern was keeping the enemies far enough away so he could free either Dalit or Morrighan. His eyes jumped about widly, keeping a close eye on every factor of this encounter.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Ted knew something was going to go down. He had snuck around the back of the mansion after doing his part in the battle. He came in through the back door, and saw the chaos in front of him. He put a large portion of mana into his hand and magnetized the water around it. He fired it out in a heavy wave of water that threw everyone but James off balance and knocked all the guns out of everyone's hand but James and Harrison. Harrison fell forward and was carried back with the wave as James dashed forward, drawing his knife. He stabbed the handcuffs on Elara while standing right in front of her, in case Harrison tried anything.
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He did. He fired a shot at Morrighan but it hit James in the chest, and he careened in pain. He knew his old body would never recover. He whispered in Morrighan's ear his last words. "Fight the good fight...And watch Kevin for me..." He laughed as his body slumped forward onto Morrighan and he drew his last breath. He knew he would be avenged, and in the final throes of life he saw the children his son would raise into beautiful boys and girls. He had found his heaven in his future grandchildren's eyes, and he died with a smile on his face. Ted's mind reeled. He beeen hardened by death long ago, but to see James die just now pulled at his heartstrings. He ran in, unobstructed by the water, and grabbed one of the rifles. He fired angrily at Harrison, hitting his gun hand and blowing it apart. "You fucker!!!"
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Name: David Hasselhoff
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Age: 54 Race: Hasselhoffian Sex: Male Sexual Preference: The Ladies Reason for Killing Zombies: He's fucking David Hasselhoff. Quirks: He has a habit of fading in and out of Conciousness because he's too crazy. Personality: A soft-spoken German... (Contradictory, I know) IQ: 69 Weapon of Choice: His lighting-firing pectoral muscles and his iron-hard fists Quote: "I'm David Hasselhoff." Original Time Period: Present Talents: Ability to act as a speed boat on water. Fears: That his car from "Knight Rider" will find him again. Name: Tastycakes Age: 25 Race: Male Sex: Male Sexual Preference: Fish Reason for Killing Zombies: They fucked up one of his 390 swords. Quirks: He carries 2 katanas, 2 daggers, and 2 scimitars on his person at all times. Personality: Violent and Clumsy. IQ: Some assume 50. Most don't know. Weapon of Choice: Tiny people Quote: "When in doubt, chuck a midget." Original Time Period: Present Talents: He can wrap one hell of a ham and cheese sandwich. Fears: Being corrected on his spelling.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Dynasty stared at the back of his gloved hand, his mind pondering how many people had been slaughtered by it's touch. He was mostly oblivious to the world around him, but his instinct was still about him. If anyone tried to make a move, he'd be ready.
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"So, Incognito, I'm getting bored. Care to indulge us on our mission?"
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Elara: It's fine using your character outside now that the surpise has been unveiled.
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^.^ Glad to see you like her. Shuyin: Yep. Shaddow: Making the matches today.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Ted carried back Jame's body and propped him. He had to get Kevin down here and help settle the fight down here. He picked up James' communicator and turned it on. He put it to his ear and dialed Kevin's frequency.
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Sweat began to pour down Jack's face as he watched the ongoing battle. Chaos, Francine, and Eidos were all ontop of the Chimera, doing their best to distract it while Kiera and Kevin were providing support from below. He felt useless, but he knew what he was doing was nessecary. His body began to feel as though it was being torn apart, the pain was intense. This attack would surely bring about the end of the battle. And if Jack could not perfectly redirect the energy, the possibility of his death was relatively guaranteed. The blue lines inscribed on his flesh glew amazingly, and the large red incantation circle around him made the tattoo-like markings seem to be purple. He looked over at Kevin, who's face had just gone sheet-pale. He was talking on his communicator with someone, and he had stopped firing his gun. Jack was concerned, but he remembered the pressing matter at hand and returned to his charging. He guess he'd figure out later.
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Alright, it's going up tonight. No more entries, if you please. |
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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A Xeiori Production... TAROT The time to act is now. ~~~~~Written by Xeios(Mortimer Shreddington) (Last edited by Cairoi on 07-03-06 01:46 AM)
Cairoi |
This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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Kiera could sense the emotional pain ripping through Kevin, and she looked at him with her normally serious tone.
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"Permission granted, Kevin. We have it here." Francine lept off the Chimera nearby and looked at Kevin, seeing him heartbroken. Kiera looked at the two and smiled. "Trust me, Chaos, Xeios, and Jack can take it from here. I'll keep an eye on them." She watched as the two got into the combat jeep and drove towards Base 1, and she turned her attention back to the Chimera. It seemed Chaos was trying something risky. Jack cursed as the energy began to weigh his body down. He remembered the sensation of his death once before. It had almost taken him during the battle with the Lion. This time, Jack knew he would not die here. He had come to term with the losses in his life, and knew now too many people wanted him alive for him to perish. The souls of the dead beckoned their release, and they barraged Jack's being. He had lured them to this spot, this ritual circle. And with Chaos' brilliant attack, he knew they'd only be out of the planet for a moment. Jack felt Urashi, Trois, his mother, his father, all of his dead comrades speaking to him. He thought he heard the voice of his sister cheering him on, as well as the gruff tone of James Katsoyuri, but Jack had no knowledge of their death. Tears sprung from his eyes as his legs spread out and he prepared himself for the final attack. "SPIRITS OF THE FALLEN!" His body began to release an amazing tempest of wind and howls of the dead. The markings on his chest, face, and arm, all began shooting out waves of energy, and his hands were now fully extended, pointing at where Chaos was. Chaos lept from the hole he had caused, and with a scream let loose from the fury of the planet, Jack's attack let loose. "THE PLANET'S RAGE!!!" A torrential tsnumi of energy sprung from his body and the ritual circle. The power of the planet, of all life not currently walking the earth, was called in with this attack. The surrounding sky was illuminated with the spirits of the dead, and the trees and small objects in the area were thrown away, as though they feared the attacks themselves. The momentary hole Chaos had put in the Chimera's draconic mana shield allowed a fraction to hit the Chimera and throw it off balance, thus destroying the rest of the mana shield. The Chimera itself was hit full on with this cataclysmic attack, and the 3 souls inside were torn apart. Jack laughed, feeling a deep burden on his chest lift. The markings on his body faded away forever as he fell to his knees and stared up at the sky. The previous firestorm of mana faded into the sky, eventually returning to the planet. Nothing was left of the Chimera save it's memory and Xeios. As the skies lightened up, it became apparent dawn was approaching steadily. With tears pouring from his eyes and a genuine smile planted on his face, Jack passed out on the crisp, if burnt ground. Around him remained the scar of the ritual circle the attack had made, and it would serve as a testament of the planet's wishes. As Eidos and Kiera ran to assist Jack in his almost deceased state, Xeios could feel energy slowly returning to his body. Kiera began healing Jack rapidly, hoping to keep him from falling into the hands of Hades. She managed to heal his earlier wounds and keep him from the jaws of death, but this coma he entered was an emotional sleep, one that would heal the wounds Jack had carried for a long time. "It's finally over." Kiera stated, tears pouring down her eyes. Eidos picked Jack up and carried him underneath a tree, propping him against it. Eidos then laughed as the injuries he had taken earlier caused him to reel over in pain. It had been some time since he'd had a beating that fierce. "Finally, I got the Lion back for the time he fucked with me."
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4640 days Last activity: 4264 days
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John was falling down a cliff after fighting with the Watcher of the Temple. He had been exhausted and as he saw his friends go to end the reign of the Aztec Croma Lord, he had been acceptive of his death. He remembered falling into an impenetrable darkness with the corpse of the Watcher, when he lost conciousness. He assumed he had perished, but as he lifted himself up from the sand, he knew he was alive. He coughed, feeling the air in his lungs. He stood up, staring at the others around him.
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"I cannot be allowed to die, it seems. With each death, I end up serving another purpose...Why...Why can't I die?" He put his hand in his hair in front of his face and sat down, facing the waves. "Damn my luck." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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