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Post by Shimazu no-Oni on Nov 30, 2014 17:16:11 GMT -5
What a terrifying thing. To die and be confronted with your ultimate fate. One should not fear the reaper but it seems impossible to heed such a warning. Every ounce of your being cries out for life and shuns the idea of death. People hide from death on a daily basis. They protect themselves with medicine, shelter, and authorities. This all of course makes sense really. No one wants to die before their time. Now, that last part isn't quite true. People kill themselves every day. Yet how many actually want to die? How many actually just wanted their voices heard? Just wanted someone to care about what happened to them. Unfortunately those people are often the most foolish and selfish. They have those who care or want to hear them yet it's not enough. They throw life away without thinking of the big picture. Those people rarely end up in the park. No, most of the people who ended up in this park were terrible. They were traitors and murderers. They killed either for their own means or at the behest of others. Slaves or slavers. All of them, none exempt. There are those who do not care either way though. They accept their fate and cut through waves of other dead men and women. They kill all comers, aliens, creatures, doesn't matter, they all die. There is one such man. In life he was something, in death he was something else, now he is a monster more than a man. The desecrated spirit of what he once was is long gone. Now everything he is is a product of this place. A heartless killer. Obsessed with the destruction of others. Bizarre rules formed for himself, unbreakable in his mind. He hunts traitors and honest men alike. As long as it bleeds it deserves to die. That such man sat in the open fields of Genesis Park. Kneeling in the gentle breeze, each breath sending out a twisting miasma of black smoke. A green glint could be seen through the slit of his sun shade, the dim light from his gleaming hateful eyes. Sword tucked in his sash, left hand gently resting on the saya relaxed and ready. His right hand folded in his lap, calm and ready. His mind wandering throguh the void of his own thoughts. Meaningless meditation on the future to come. The killer's mind rested in the empty void created by his meditations on the strike to come.
Time passed. Hours, maybe even days. The time was irrelevant. What mattered was the very moment that the time became relevant. In a second a new soul burst into life with a gasp and blazing look of confusion.In that moment of realization he noticed the man in strange samurai garb sitting just off to his left. He had no time to wonder at this man's existence or meaning for he soon knew it all too well. The samurai stood into a low kneel, one knee down and the other up. Drew his sword and sent a slash at the new comer's throat in a single motion. As soon as the man entered the afterlife he exited again. Vision tumbling end over end as his head fell from his shoulders. Shimazu no-Oni stood after his slash. He tucked blade into the crook of his elbow and pulled it to the side wiping the blood clean. He flicked his blade to the side and slowly sheathed his weapon. He stepped forward and quickly stooped down and sliced the pointer fingers from the man's right hand and placed it in the sleeve pocket of his kimono. He spoke not a word, only moved off to a new location and sat down again. This time he did not have to wait long. Another soul was thrust into the world and the same scene played itself out again. The man had no time to understand, he only experienced death again at the hands of this mad man. Another pointer finger was added to the small collection in the sleeve pocket and then the samurai relocated.
[2 half souls squired]
Shimazu no-Oni sat down in his favored meditation stance, both knees on the ground, feet tucked under him. His eyes were half open, gleaming through the slits of his shade. Black breath oozing out in small puffs. Waiting. As he always was.
His ears perked as he haired the soft sound of foot steps on the grass near-by. Not a new soul. No this one was older, like him, a real champion. "Have you come to kill as I have?" he asked with wisps of smoke pouring from his mouth as he spoke. His voice was deep and lacked any emotion. He did not turn to face the arriving champion. He only waited for their reply.
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Post by Hunter on Nov 30, 2014 20:41:13 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | class: Kickboxer |
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Hunter gasped for air and leaped from his resting position in the grass beneath an all too familiar tree. He was in Eden Park again. Spawning place for both new arrivals and freshly killed champions alike. He hadn't been to this place since his original incarnation, wet behind the ears and runny nosed. At least this time he knew exactly what was going on. In total, this was the second time he had been killed. First in the world of the living, then in Asgard. As it stood, Hunter could only afford to die twice more before his story was over, "Alright... Well at least I know what needs to be worked on." He said, running a hand through his emerald hair, "Getting close, hitting hard and makin' sure whoever I hit thinks twice before tryin' to come at me again."
In an attempt to get his bearings for the second time, Hunter scanned the area for any kind of landmark. Instead, he found single figure sitting in the distance. Perhaps it was someone in the same situation he found himself in just days prior. Confused, disorientated, yearning to know what was going on. Luckily, Hunter had Pluto to explain everything. The old man showed him the ropes, let him know what was going on and what to expect. Hell, the old man even gave him a trinket as a parting gift. Maybe it was time to pay the gesture forward and help someone else.
With that goal in mind, Hunter walked quickly to where the figure was sitting. As he began to close the gap between them, a third person appeared out of the thin air. The poor guy could barely take a breath before he was quickly and cruelly cut down, killed by the very one Hunter had intended to help. Whoever this guy was, he definitely wasn't new to any of this. If anything, he planned the situation out. Sit and wait, cut down whoever spawns, reap the rewards. Easy souls for little effort. At 5 meters away, the man became aware of Hunter's presence. Asking if he came to kill, "Yeah..." Hunter replied, his fists clenched, "I just like it when my prey fights back."
Looked like there was gonna be another fight on Hunter's hands. But this time, he would emerge the victor.
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We All Become This
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Post by Shimazu no-Oni on Dec 2, 2014 18:03:55 GMT -5
Oh how wonderful. A foolish gaijin who wanted to have private lesson with the master. Indeed, such moments were somewhat rare. Normally people avoided the murderous samurai. Most had too much cowardice in their hearts to fly into battle with a thing so focused on destruction. They valued their lives far too much. They hid from the thought of death and would cower behind shields or armors. How simple they were. So rare was a real warrior. One who could look death in the eye and stand with him in the garden of devastation. Yes indeed, a willing student was a treat. One who sought the education of power and finality. To learn at the hands of the black master was an experience to be treasured. Shimazu no-Oni only hoped the fight would take more than a single stroke, that way this boy would have time to learn.
The samurai took a deep breath, his exhalation causing a wretched cloud of black smoke to rise form his mouth. His glowing greens eyes glanced left and took into the sight of his target. A tall and thin man. Likly quick on his feet. He would be looking for a moment to turn the tide with his deft hands. Good, he would want to outlast the oni, impossible. He would hold nothing back from this man. He would shatter his bones and drink his blood. He would carve pieces from his body and plant the seeds of knowledge after tilling the fields with his razor sharp blade. "Ah yes." the kneeling samurai mused. "I shall fight back. I shall educate you in the way of power." Without another second an erupting shout came from the samurai's mouth. A ear rending "KI-AI!" the caused a ripple in the very air around him. The samurai turned, closed the distance and performed a draw slash aimed at the fist fighter's guts. A perfect stroke would spill the man's innards all about the ground, however, the demon expected this one to be a bit heartier than most. The attack was performed in less than the blink of an eye, his shout still echoing as Shimazu no-Oni rolled backward away from the man and took a defensive kendo style. His blade was pointed straight out at the man. His weight solidly on his back foot. An expression of complete disconnection on the samurai's face, dark mist slowly billowing form his nostrils.
[Ki-AI active, SPD now 13. First strike attempted with Iiajutsu Master enchant, SPD 26 vs SPD 4, first strike successful. 7 + 4 +1 = 12 DMG - 5end - 1 enchant delivered 6 dmg]
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Post by Hunter on Dec 2, 2014 20:54:02 GMT -5
Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | class: Kickboxer |
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Seemingly undeterred by Hunter's appearance, the murderous samurai took a deep breath and cast his awful green eyes in Hunter's direction. As he spoke to accept the young man's challenge, a sickening cloud of black smoke escaped from between his lips. It was a foul, disgusting stench. It was an all too familiar stench as well. The scent of death. With a powerful shout, the samurai moved faster than Hunter could ever hope to match. He closed the distance between the two in an instant and delivered a swift slash with the intent to spill Hunter's innards over the lush green grass. But even though his feet were quick, Hunter's fists were even quicker. There was no room to dodge the attack, so the kickboxer spun to his right and deflected the blade with a forearm, wincing as the sharpened edge cut deep into his flesh. It was a painful thing, but he'd take that strike over the one that was attempted any day.
[PERK ACTIVE: CROSS COUNTER] Now that the primary threat had been dealt with, Hunter placed his right foot between the samurai's legs and torqued his body even further, raising a fist, [SPELL CAST: BREAKDOWN] "BREAKDOWN!" Suddenly, there was a crack in the air as Hunter's fist flashed a bright yellow and connected with his opponent's jaw [ENCHANTMENTS ACTIVE: Memory's Hands, Run Boy Run] . The feeling and sound of his attack coming to a spectacular close was made even more satisfying considering what had been said just a second prior to the first strike. Maybe now the Samurai would think twice before trying to dance with the emerald eyed Pit Viper.
[First Strike successfully countered. 6 DMG halved. 3STR+2(Cross Counter)+2(Run Boy Run)= 7 True DMG.
Spell Cast: Breakdown(1 ELEC DMG) Enchantment: Memory's Hands (1 UMB DMG)
7 True DMG+2 MAG DMG vs 0 BAR= 9 total. Debuff applied. -1 DEX, -1 SPD]
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Post by Shimazu no-Oni on Dec 3, 2014 4:20:04 GMT -5
Shimazu no-Oni was pounded like a rag doll. If one were to look on as the two clashed it would be obvious that he had been defeated. The blow struck him solidly, his feet caught on the fist fighter's and the samurai went down with a hard crash. His body bounded on the hard ground. Despite being taken down so quickly the demon swordsman rolled backward and returned to his feet with his sun shade spilling from his head. His luminous green eyes were locked on the young man, they held no disdain, only focus. Yes, this boy had indeed been fast with his hands. Faster than Oni thought. Fast enough to hurt him and hurt him well. luckily he managed to avoid the last the strikes the man had sent his way. Something about that attack in particlar looked deadly. The pain shot through his body like an opium rush. The feeling was euphoric. Too feel the crushing force of another. The man could taste his own blood in his mouth, so sweet and refreshing. Death would give one of them a sweet caress in but a flash. Yes, indeed. It was time to end this fight. One of them would die now. It mattered not which one to the demon. He lived to die as death was all he could know. His pain reminded him of what life was though. A blissful reminder of what the sanguine truth was.
[Dodge Beatdown]
the battle would be over just a few short strokes. To them it could seem like days or maybe even weeks. To an outsider it would just be a few seconds though. Flashes of steel and a blur of fists. Glorious. The demon re-focused on his foe. It would now be time to engage fully. Not step back, only drive forward. The samurai stomped his foot down again letting out another echoing "KI-AI" before launching himself forward and send a arching slash aimed to take Hunter from shoulder to hip. After his swipe he circled to the left, lowering his stance, ready for the counter attack.
[Ki-AI active, speed now 9. standard attack 9 dmg vs end and enchant]
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Post by Hunter on Dec 3, 2014 19:17:43 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | class: Kickboxer |
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Hunter's slim smirk of satisfaction grew when his successful strike knocked the murderous samurai straight on his back. For some reason, the spell didn't work, but that didn't matter so much. Even if he couldn't add that bit of icing to the cake, Hunter was still the winner in their first exchange. The young man was still getting used to the supernatural side of his skill set. Eventually, he would get the hang of it. Hunter watched patiently when his opponent leaped up from the ground and took a deep breath to slow the pace of his thumping heart. Unlike his previous battle, Hunter was fighting out of his own free will. The feeling was almost euphoric, akin to how he felt when fighting in abandoned buildings and dirty alleys for scraps of cash. Here, however, victory was worth much more than a fistful of dollar bills. He needed to absorb the other man's very soul in order to make himself whole again. Defeat was not an option.
"So that's what you look like." Hunter said, shaking the pain out of his injured arm, "Fitting."
The young man's words were met with a shrill shout and Hunter raised his fists in preparation for what was about to happen next. In a blur similar to the attempt at a first strike, the samurai dashed in Hunter's direction and delivered a quick diagonal slash with the intent to cut from hip to shoulder. In a true feat of finesse, Hunter weaved under the strike and winced as a few strands of his emerald hair passed before his eyes. Hunter did NOT want to get cut by that damned thing again if he could help it. That bitch would sting.
Once safe from immediate danger, Hunter spun around to the samurai's exposed back and raised his leg before thrusting it outward in an attempt to knock his target off balance.
[Attack dodged. Standard attack delivered, 11 DAM vs 8 END]
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Post by Shimazu no-Oni on Dec 5, 2014 17:00:04 GMT -5
The man could bend like a reed. It was impressive to say the least. The way he moved reminded Shimazu of a man he knew long ago. He fought with just his hands and other peasant tools. He could not remember the man's name but that was less important. The important thing was that he needed to strike the boy. Every hit would count after all. It was a matter of outlasting more than killing him with a single blow as the samurai preferred to do. However, sometimes you just can not kill a foe with a single stroke. No matter. Even if he was to fall he just rise again, rise again with more knowledge than he had originally. It was why he lived for so long here. He never stopped learning.
The man vanished behind the Oni, but he could still hear his breathing, feel his intent. Shimazu no-Oni swept to his right, just slightly as the martial artist drove his kick towards his back. The man's leg flew right past his left arm. In a blink the samurai inverted his blade's position so that it's point was pointing backwards. Shimazu stepped back into the man so his hips touched the man's body and drove his blade in a backwards stab aimed at the belt line of his foe. He would try to run him though. Often he found foes had a terrible time fighting back when they were impaled.
[attacked evaded, basic melee attack 9 dmg - END and Enchant total 3 dmg]
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Post by Hunter on Dec 5, 2014 20:05:30 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | Theme | | class: Kickboxer |
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The fist fighter's brow furrowed when his opponent managed to evade what looked like a sure strike. This guy was good, but it was only a matter of time until Hunter got that one good hit to end the fight. Right when Hunter's foot touched the grass on his opponent's left side, the samurai took a swift step to the rear and thrust his hip against Hunter in an attempt to create space for his next attack; a stab meant to pierce Hunter right through his pelvis. Left with no other option that would end in his favor, Hunter gripped the blade with both hands and grit his teeth in pure agony while the blade cut deep into the palms of his hands. It was a small price to pay, especially with the worse alternative. It was either get stabbed, dodge or go for broke. As long as Hunter dealt more damage than he took, the trade would be even.
[Spell Cast: Sonic Strike]
Hunter quickly shifted his weight to the right and shoved the blade in the opposite direction, the pain in his fists replaced with the pulsation of raw magical energy. With a quick inhale, Hunter placed his hands on the Samurai's shoulders and vaulted right over, landing with his back towards his enemy. Though it seemed his back was exposed, Hunter imitated the backstep, threw all of his weight in that direction and slammed his elbows directly into his foe's ribs, "KI-AI!"
[ATTACK COUNTERED -1 HP]
[3STR+2(Cross Counter)+2(Run Boy Run)+1(Sonic Strike)= 8 True Damage]
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Post by Shimazu no-Oni on Dec 6, 2014 7:02:34 GMT -5
The agile man prooved just how quick he was a second time. He sacrificed his own hands to make his strike not find it's mark. Good. Then turned his focus on striking back. Better. He executed a spectacular spring over the samurai's shoulders and then landed with a powerful blow to both sides of his ribs. The force pushed the samurai back with a terrible crack that was the iconic sound of snapping bones. Yes, both sides of his rib cage had suffered rather severe breaks. Shimazu no-Oni slid backwards across the grass, keeping his footing but only just barely. The man managed to push the samurai back nearly four yards. The Oni could feel the pulsing pain in his torso, the great heat of blood pouring into his chest cavity. He was not long for this world, at least this life.
"Excellent." the samurai said with a bloody grin on his face. "Do you smell it? Taste it?" The green eyed samurai sniffed the air and then spat a terrible stream of blackish blood. "I am about to die." his words held no regret or fear, only acceptance. "You must kill me though. Make sure I die boy." The samurai slid into a low stance and raised his black blade up above his head. The first stance and strike that one masters in kendo. Heaven to Earth. A simple downward stroke meant to maximize range and power. Defensive and offensive. There was only one way for the boy to kill him. To close the distance. When he did the demon would strike. He would cut as he died. There would be no begging or praying. Only bloodshed. And so Shimazu no-Oni waited, waited for his killer to come and face him, to bear him to the ground and kill him.
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Post by Hunter on Dec 6, 2014 15:32:57 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | Theme | | class: Kickboxer |
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There was a sickening crack when Hunter's elbows slammed into the samurai's ribs. It was the sound of them snapping beneath the force of his attack. Hunter turned to face the other man and adopted a classic southpaw fighting stance, left hand leading the right, most of the weight on his back foot. It was time to end this fight and claim his first full soul, "I know you probably don't care." He said, eyeing the broken and battered samurai, "There are others in this place stronger than me that frown upon the very same thing I caught you doing. If you value your existence, you'll end that behavior and use your skills on something or someone that deserves to be struck down."
[Spells Cast: Quick Step to Sonic Strike]
Suddenly, the emerald haired man seemed to vanish before reappearing directly in front of his opponent, his left fist reared back, "Just like this." Hunter's eyes met with his opponent's for a spit second and he weaved to the side, leaving room to evade the other man's attempt to cut him down and sent his fist careening toward the exposed face. If it connected, this fight would be over.
[Final attack evaded. 11 DAM basic attack+3 from Quick Strike= 14 DAM vs 8 END]
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Post by Shimazu no-Oni on Dec 6, 2014 16:22:51 GMT -5
Such a simpleton. He could not even realize that the samurai was just teaching. He wasn't trying to kill the boy. He was just letting him know what the world was. The boy needed a lesson. Yet here he was spouting some dribble about people not liking what he had done. People that were stronger than him that did not take kindly to what he was doing. Little did this poor boy that there were the strongest in this place that did just what he was doing if not even worse. Still in his defensive stance the samurai said his last words of this fight. "Remember this was just a lesson. Next time will be the test." the words were meaningless to one who would not put any weight on them. To the samurai though these words were a promise. A reminder that when next they met the fight would not be simple.
The demon did not strike as the man appeared and then weaved for his final hit. Nor did Shimazu no-Oni even attempt to dodge the blow that would surely kill him. He instead turned into the blow and swung his weapon down as hard as he could. Aiming to put one last injury on the man. He swung his blade as the man sent his final blow in. The only way he could avoid the attack really would have been to stop his own but it was too late for such things. The fist struck him and thought he felt his blade leave one last parting cut and the samurai was flung unceremoniously backward, face twisting to the side. His body crashed to the ground with a dull thud. His breathing stopped. His soul exited. A broken smile on his face.
[Attack delivered 9 dmg vs 5 end and 1 enchant. Took final damage. Slain]
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Post by Hunter on Dec 10, 2014 20:35:14 GMT -5
[newclass=.cover:hover]opacity: .70 [/newclass] Think you can fight? We'll see about that | Hunter Kieff | | STR: 3 END: 5 MAG: 0 BAR: 0 DEX: 8 SPD: 4 | | Theme | | class: Kickboxer |
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| HP: 4 MP: 7 Even if the true meaning behind the Samurai's actions in their match was indeed lost on this young man, Hunter probably wouldn't have cared. After all, the only thing that mattered was victory. And when Hunter's fist made contact with the demon's face, that very victory was seized. The young man had no choice but to grit his teeth and take the desperation slash, hissing as the blade cut deep into the flesh across his body; shoulder to hip. Fuck, that damn sword was a bitch to get hit by. At least he wouldn't have to deal with it again. Hunter watched while the limp body of his opponent flew backward several feet before coming to a halt in the bloodstained grass. He expected the corpse to leap up in an attempt to regain his footing and charge again, but that wasn't going to happen. The murderer was slain, his face twisted and skull crushed. It was a gruesome, vile sight to see. But a place like this wasn't for the squeamish or the faint of heart. If Hunter didn't kill, he'd end up just like the corpse before him. With a quiet sigh, Hunter lit a cigarette as he walked in the fallen's direction. It was time to collect his prize. As if triggered by the being in proximity of another champion, a single green soul floated from the shattered samurai's mouth and paused directly at eye level. The orb of light wasn't going to surrender itself. Hunter exhaled the trapped smoke in his lungs and snatched the wisp from the air. Suddenly, he felt a surge of power as the soul he collected merged with his body to make him whole again. It felt good. So, so, so good. Not even the finest concoction of narcotics would be able to recreate what Hunter felt, "I need more..." Hunter said, turning to leave before the man respawned, "So much more."[Last attack dealt. Received 3 DAM. SOUL GET] EXIT |
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