Konton
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Post by Konton on Apr 21, 2021 6:17:32 GMT
 A road wherein there is no path, only desire to obtain all can bring one to prevail. The avaricious depths of one’s soul is the driving force, a yearning for more making even the innocent as dark as the night. This is what has been told to the dear Emperor of Disnomia, his newfound draconic companion day by day relays the inclination of the hearts of all he has come across. Including the Eogazurd’s, an appetite only to conquer, to devour, to reduce all to a state in which nothing exists but for the sole purpose of belonging to Progenitor of Avarvice. Yet… The Emperor in his quest for supremacy has aligned himself with such a selfish goal that has existed for millennia before he was even a thought. These things though, were by some means a triviality now that the contract had been formed with the Dragon of Greed; passing thoughts that held no more relevance beyond the reflection the Emperor did in his times of leisure. Escaping into the depths of his subconscious, allowing his mind to be fully open to the raw emotion of not only the Immortal Epiphany, but Fafnir himself. Though, this time around, Kishin had become nothing but a mere passing memory; a tragedy that’d stay with the Emperor for his entire lifetime. If anything these thoughts were more bothersome due to the lack of Kishin’s presence. A day like today, though? Was merely a passtime, meant to cope with the loss of one of his best friends, he couldn’t come to terms with parting him and being left with a Greedy Salamander. Duran in his plights had called upon an old teammate, a friend, Astra to accompany on the journey to scope out a planet that he’d come across during his bountiful treks across the galaxy. He hadn’t any clue why, but it’d be something special… It’d give him the chance to get away from those thoughts about his own fathomable creed, the best way to clear the mind is by going treasure hunting. Afterall, he’d need to catch up with one of his fellow Wicked Ones. Iridescent arks of faint light tainted by the color of the autumn trees on a foreign planet beamed down on the Xeroxian as he exited the ship, his hand to dilute the light from getting fully into his eyes. Scanning the surrounding area, he noticed the dense forested acreage; he couldn’t help but to admire the beauty. Maybe one day he’d throw one the tree hippies in his group here to stay, one less nuisance. Albeit, it wasn’t the time to think like that. His free limb extended fully outwards, the gentle sounds of the chains that wrapped firmly around his forearm unraveled and rested against the forest floor beneath his boots. Like serpents they probed the forest the best they could in search for anything that could be of value. In their extensive search they found nothing merely but a structure, statue which resembled a warrior whose might led the inhabitant of the planet to immortalize his valor. Alas, it seemed all life beyond the flora had gone instinct without a trace. A lackadaisical trot was taken, his boots crushing the dry leaves under them; he made his way to the statue which rested under the veil of the autumn trees. Duran’s amber tinted optics gazed at the structure, scoffing. How the hell was he supposed to collect this? What use would some dumb piece of stone have? A sigh departed from his lips, he couldn't stand the fact there wasn't any cool trinket for him to collect. He returned to the ship, greeting the Technomancer with a bit of agitation. "Guess it's time to pack it up. Not a thing here but a bunch of trees and stone, well at least where I searched." |
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Prada
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Post by Prada on Apr 21, 2021 20:58:52 GMT
[BGM: Strong and intelligent allies.]
It truly was a world forged from their ambitions— at least that's what he thought. I remember that very day... standing proudly alongside The Wicked Ones on that faithful day he returned. It was a calming moment and I was happy to see my bestfriend again! Rejoicing that same night, getting up to speed on everything that happened, seemed like it had been forever. That it was... so long ago... where did time take us? These thoughts... I can't shake them; I can't help but think about what we could've been. What we should have been. All of that is gone now. This day and age, the we stand against one another, either of us bearing a resolve unshaken by even the worst. However, my own didn't fit the image with The Heros' own so who was he to claim that mine wasn't righteous?!
That sudden foreboding feeling he felt all those years ago, he wondered if he'd be faced with it again when they'd meet. Standing on opposing sides, for one last battle. One to decide whose resolve was greater! Statements were meant to be made and that Astra would. Shatter the cause he stood for and make him understand that all he sees that is righteous is all for naught. In order to do so, he'd have to take from him. Make him wish he'd never left the bones and ruins of his lost world, only to lose evermore.
"Do you understand?!"
He barked, slamming his gauntlet into the podium in front of him, the base crumbling under the sheer force of his outburst.
There he was again, lost in the same thoughts that haunted him. With every choice he's made up to this point was for his own sake; his own goals. All the same as him, yet, Rio believed they were going to achieve them together. Foolish bastard, what would he ever know?! He could never understand... not now. Maybe he never will and that was okay. Nothing was going to stop him now, and if anyone dared, he'd slaughter them, no matter who it was. The Wicked Ones thought they could turn him over—a mortal folly, truly. Resulting in the destruction of Neo-Baruia and slaughter of their close friends. Leaving nothing left of his legacy. Albeit, this was only the beginning. There was more suffering to come, and then maybe he'd finally understand why he left long ago to pursue his own ambitions, leaving theirs behind with the dust and rubble of war.
"I remember."
He spoke to himself lowly, still contemplating the thoughts he just had, wondering what was truly coming next...
[BGM: A Looming Threat.]
Astra was a different man now. So much had changed in what seemed to be an infinitesimal amount of time, visually being the most prominent. The Technomancers' hair was now white, streaked with indigo clad in a gray and white attire. A half jacket with a furry hood, with a singular strap that went across his chest and a twin tail cape. Under this he wore a long gray shirt and a plated vest with multiple belts that kept it held together that lined the entirety of his upper body, below his jacket. On his left arm was an obnoxious gauntlet that suppressed the malfestation of the Demon God Beiorg. It was indigo colored as well and from a closer glance, it was surging with raw energy. This was made clear as there were scars across the males visage that suggested during the initial release it did some damage to his body. However, that would've been undone by this point. His pants were gray also, the shins plated with armor. His face was all the same, still as handsome as before but one of the eyes were missing, replaced with an eyepatch that was technological from first glance.
"Guess it's time to pack it up. Not a thing here but a bunch of trees and stone, well at least where I searched."
Durans' voice echoed through the ship as he had come back from his "treasure hunt." Astra stepped away from the now destroyed podium, approaching his 'comrade' slowly. On his waist was a katana, sheathed in gold which appeared to be dormant. The Crissaegrim if you will; The God slayer. The same sword he used all those years ago to kill Beiorg.
"Nothing huh?" Astra questioned him.
Maybe Duran didn't know anything after all, considering he treated him so warmly. That was good, it'd make things a bit easier on the Technomancer as he intended to commit the worst. Astra stepped off of the ship and walked past Duran, gazing out into the treeline. "You know, Duran. I think there's something you should understand before we continue any further—"
That's when he felt it, that foreboding...
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Post by Hero on Apr 25, 2021 16:08:39 GMT
It had been some time. Or a wrinkle in time perhaps.
Phlegmatic and surreal, someone or something stood in the epicenter of the clearing adjacent to the landing of their reconnaissance vessel. While the two assessed their surroundings, Astra would have been the first to recognize that they weren’t alone, but that alone wasn’t enough to inflict sharp anguish and confusion on a savant. Seconds into Astra’s realization that they weren’t alone, whimsical feet drew the shrouded enigma to them, appearing as a ghastly void by which neither of the two could possibly uncover. Various patched and stitched furs of exotic animals and creatures emblazoned the leather cowl, painting the picture of a hunter who had lived in the mountains of the environment for months or years. No matter how hard the duo fought it something was “familiar” about this ghastly native, yet it was impossible to tell from their cautious march forward. They appeared unarmed, but it was hard to tell under the massive cloak and insipid robes that didn’t appear half as interesting as the cloak of skin and flesh. From within the blackness of the hood two chasms of inferno suddenly burned through the air, revealing undulating madness. The hunter, six feet and five inches tall, stopped just twenty meters away from Astra and Duran both, carving a safe distance between him and the vessel they had emerged from.
The harmony of the underdeveloped world had gone largely undisturbed until the two arrived, though this wasn’t entirely true.
“I see…” a foreboding voice echoed from the cloak, eyes of disdain coming to comprehend what it was he witnessed. Was this destiny or irony?
“Unfortunate that you were born in the wrong time, brought to the wrong place, a place you will never escape from…” his ominous voice echoing with that of nine others, clearly a spawn of demonic malevolence. Both of them were very familiar to the hunter who remained hidden, one who had become the jewel of Satsujinken, and the other who had once been a dear friend to him in another life he had lived. Both were revered throughout the cosmos for one reason or another, and now both would die before an inescapable evil. Slowly lifting his callous hands, he pulled back the rugged cowl, revealing his resplendent white hair, many locks braided, others nappily hanging from his matted scalp: which contrasted the feminine beauty associated with the true identity of the hunter himself. Perhaps the two had more questions than answers knowing now that they stood before Zone Harcourt, a man of many titles and accolades.
“I don’t know why you’re here, but you aren’t leavin’.” Zone announced with a sadistic smile, folding his arms along his chest. “Especially not you!”
Who was Zone staring at? Duran, of-course.
The hunter revealed to be their ex-commander appeared inviolable as he stood there before them, allowing them to gather their bearings in preparation for his daily hunt. There was no discernible spiritual presence about him, and if they didn’t know any better they’d be fair to assume Zone was dead and that this was his reanimated body without a soul. Not only was there no soul to discern and properly assess the power of his spirit, there was no aura to speak of. Astra, who was adept at breaking down complicated situations in real-time would likely know that they weren’t absent altogether and merely hidden beneath the facade of a powerless ex-commander. Hunching his shoulders and throwing his hands outward, he motioned for them both to attack...likely the only advantage they’d be given to begin their battle for their lives..
The stench of darkness and death clang to Zone. Soon they too would bathe in anguish and despair...
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Konton
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Post by Konton on May 10, 2021 22:39:57 GMT
Fervor of Battle. The tempo of his soul was set ablaze, an eerie feeling making headway within his mind. Every fiber of his being was encompassed with not fear… but the inclination of what was to come. It was as if the universe was warning Duran. Allowing him to become weary of what Astra had become alerted to first. Those intuitive feelings from his sixth sense clambered in the forefront of his mind. Almost as if there was a dangerous beast baring its fangs at Duran. A lion… A King Of Beasts that threatened his life. A ravenous hunger that pierced his very core, it was a foreboding lingering tinge that rattled within the former calm of nature. It felt off, like someone he once knew; it seemed the entire atmosphere had changed around them. The Satsujinken could only react accordingly, in his heart he knew what had to be done... Infernal enigmatic flames stretched from the mortal coil of the Supernova, a writhing lust beckoned itself forward from within. He could feel it… The presence of someone, a friend who had become an enemy; following down the pathway of the Gedo. As the Satsujinken, someone who worked closely with this man a sense of duty dwelled within the flame’s resonating might. An amber glow coated his being, making sure not only he but his draconic companion got a glimpse of the man who revealed himself. Zone, once the commander had positioned himself in this fated battle before giving commentary. Inside Duran’s psyche the Progenitor of Greed roared, a desire that could be felt from the intensity of the aura which remained within the vacant space around Duran’s form. The luminescent glow only became more fervent with the morph of his chains around his figure acting like tendrils that idly maneuver themselves; the extent of their influence extending outwards from the epicenter that is the Supernova. Duran spoke immediately after Zone, a tone that bore semblance to the incorporeal flames that burned brightly around his form. “I don't know why you’re here, but you aren’t leavin’. Especially not you!” “Well, I don’t think you’re going to get out alive old man.”His rebuttal reflected his intentions, this was a battle to — the death; neither him or Astra could assume they were going to get out unscathed. Afterall… They were facing a man they’ve seen the feats of again and again. Even then, Duran wasn’t the type to allow such things to loom over his head. Especially not in the midst of combat, not when he wasn’t concentrated on the adversary before him. That amber hue, uncovered by his hair trained on Zone without leaving his form; his perceptive prowess was key in making sure to ensure a victory against the man before him. Meanwhile, it’s seemed Fafnir indulged in the desire of his vessel. He aided the Supernova, the Eogazurd adding his own divination onto the aura which emanated around Duran; a fluorescent onyx hue becoming an inner ring to the array of gold that presented itself before. Though this radiance was not the end — it was just the beginning; for he received another blessing from something otherworldly… Within his palm manifested a weapon, his Artifice, a weapon solely for he who could be known as the Champion of Revonsius. The sword Phantyrion’s cerulean glow loomed within his palm, the extent of his curvature seemingly causing a distortion to the light around its figure. It transfixed the nature around, the already disturbed balance has been disrupted by the entrance of another beast which gave off an ominous presence like that of Fafnir. A link was created, the Artifice recognized its owner’s energy signature to access the heights of its ability through the Dragon it was forged of; that distortion traversed around the circumference which his aura occupied, proceeding to give access to Hallanon. A Demi Plane in which the Lord of Phantasms himself dwells, giving the rite to his blessing; in which allowed him to use the Providence of the Dragon's might. Proceeding forward with his plan, a thought lingered in his mind. He wasn't alone, Astra was there with him; he could provide the needed backup for following events. Albeit, Duran wasn't fully aware what Astra had become capable of. It was going to be a challenge, so he decided to communicate with the Technomancer. "Let's rock. You don't have to follow my lead, but back me up." A determined voice bellowing from his fiery ambition to claim victory. "You sure about him runt? I've never seen this guy in action, he could be of no use." Fafnir murmured softly in his psyche. "Of course I am, he's one of my oldest friends. Who knows Fafnir, he could be stronger than me now." A silent reply was made, displaying his confidence in comrade. |
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