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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 11:27:22 GMT -5
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Genesis Park; what a drag. It was peaceful. Wasn't this supposed to be some sort of death tournament? An orange haired man, dressed in some sort of black and white traditional Japanese fighting garb looked over the land on a small hill. People having fun, basking in glorious "picnics," it was absolutely disgusting. His golden eyes darted back and forth, forth and back; it was giving him a headache.
The warrior tightly grasped his forehead in pain, something covered in a bone-like mask that covered his entire face. The mask was made from a demon's skull, the Grinning Mask. It was one of his only pieces of equipment, besides for the great knife-like bastard sword that he held in his right hand. Shaking his head like a wet dog drying off, he seemingly got over his headache in an instant; or at least got used to it.
The man pierced his mighty sword into the ground and cleared his throat with a few hits to his chest, "Attention immortal fleshbags! You're all about to become motherfuckin' mincemeat to the best motherfuckin' serial killer ever to walk the mortal plane!" He heaved his sword out of the ground after his loud announcement, something that managed to turn a few heads of the park goers. He would approach the nearest person to him, a smaller built woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, eyes that saw fear as he lifted his blade above her head and brought it down cleanly on her shoulder; hacking her arm off. The humanoid winced and cried in pain as the maniac laughed, issuing another slice to her neck rather casually.
As this was done, a fountain of red blood poured from her throat, spilling all over the once vivid green grass. As she stopped twitching, three blue will-o-wisps expelled from her body, one traveling directly into the murderer's hand. Johnny grinned beneath his ever-smiling mask, forming a fist around the orb and absorbing it into his body. A mere half-soul; this plebeian was not a worthy victim at all. As he looked over the crowd in crazy fashion again, Johnny had noticed that some of these "champions" were now up in arms, ready to fight him. Others had fled, the weaker ones, or so Park liked to call them; the pussy ass bitches.
With a cackle, the warrior readied his blade, completely without fear or remorse. This was a game of kill or be killed, why was nobody else getting it through their heads? Maybe they had. Johnny wasn't exactly one to care about what other people thought or felt, so his opinion was heavily biased. "I'll carve through every last one of you fuckers, your skulls will adorn my throne when I become a fucking GOD! Who's next?"
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Carlo Tachibana
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Played by VileKaizer
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Oct 19, 2014 17:51:51 GMT -5
Midst the scene of reckless abandon, there seemed nary a soul willing to step forward and accept the challenge the masked man had issued. That is, except for the one who had been doing hanging sit ups on a nearby tree branch. The green garbed fitness freak literally leaped at the opportunity to meet an opponent head on, pulling off a flip before landing among the crowd of onlookers. Carlo Tachibana rose his hand and gave out an excited, "YO," before stomping forward. His presence being known here was a necessity, there was no denying the fact.
"Never fear, my inferior peers! There is no need to get your hands dirty with this degenerate, for I alone am here to accept his challenge!" The odd man gave a thumbs up and a grin, the sunlight seeming to shine magnificently against his fresh, white teeth. "Carlo Tachibana, the green beast from the east! I would say it's good to make your acquaintance, but, well," he paused momentarily to look upon the disheveled remains of the fair blonde, her blood spilled sloppily against the park's grass, "I would have preferred a clean battlefield before paint my own masterpiece across it."
The air grew as tense as Carlo's face, wind picking up slightly as if to compensate for the sudden silence all around. But as the wind stopped, the silence that remained was abruptly broken by the fighter's booming laughter. The crowd still gathered could only look on in confusion, shifting their looks to one another as if requiring confirmation that they weren't hallucinating this nutjob. That is, until Carlo gave a flying kick straight past the swordsman and into one of the onlookers. He swept his leg kicking through the blue wisps that escaped his victim's wound, splattering the blood from his open-toed boot as he turned. Soon enough he held out a hand, motioning for the masked murderer to bring it on as a faint red glow appeared around him.
"Do you believe yourself worthy to take on the might of a Berserker? Come on!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2014 0:28:53 GMT -5
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A man dressed in a ridiculous green jumpsuit was the only one to answer his challenge. Fair enough, this would have to do, even if it was a tad disappointing. He expected the masses to jump at the threat, he thought his victims would just come crawling to them, on their hands and knees, just waiting to be beheaded. The mere thought of this got the killer excited; enough to make quick mincemeat of this loud fool.
"Whatever. Everybody knows Beserkers ain't shit unless they kill a buncha people. You haven't killed a single person." Johnny brandished his blade in one hand, showing off his strength in a sense, as it was a two handed weapon. He ran his hand along the edge, drawing a small prick of blood from his own fingers. The weapon was sharp, and there was no denying that. "Now Barbarians are where the true power is. Just having this bigass sword in my hands gives me energy! I could kill all day and all night with this son of a bitch!" The masked man got into a loose battle stance, not exactly something one would see out of an experienced samurai or knight, but rather a sloppy troll carrying an over-sized knife.
"Let's GET this THE fuck OVER with!" His tone fluctuated and vibrated through his mask, making his voice sound somewhat intimidating, but more-so than that, downright crazy. He aimed the point of his sword at Carlo before heaving it over his shoulder with both hands as is if it were some kind of baseball bat. The orange haired man charged forward, fully intending on ending this early, and confident that he could do so. As soon as he came within range of the other warrior, he would swing his large weapon around to try to take a clean chop to the waist - in an attempt to slice him in half. The swing would be slow, as the weapon weighed well over one hundred pounds, making it easy to avoid if one were paying attention.
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Carlo Tachibana
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Played by VileKaizer
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Oct 26, 2014 2:15:43 GMT -5
"What?" Not killed anyone? Carlo was fairly certain he had just failed the corpse behind him, and thus he made a double take just to be on the safe side. Yes, he had achieved an increase in strength from that kill, he could feel the power coursing through his very essence. This orange haired swordsman was either blind or insane. The fighter leaned towards the latter, but that mask could have been obstructing his vision in some way. Regardless, there was no need to make a fuss over it, especially since that cleaver of a sword was heading straight for him.
"Then let's let our youth burn," Carlo bent his knees and nearly dropped his backside to the ground, Johnny's sword grazing just over the top of his head, "TO THE EXTREME!" A few stray hairs sprayed about in the wind as he brought everything he had into an uppercut. He expected his opponent to be clever enough to dodge or at least parry the strike, but he held no worry for the future of this fight. After all, he was sure to win against a degenerate and petty murderer. No matter how strong the masked man claimed to be.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 22:56:38 GMT -5
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Impossible! This fool in a bowl-cut managed to avoid his easily avoidable power strike! Johnny was certain he would finish him off just as easily as he'd been ending these civilians, he hadn't expected to come up with anybody with any sort of martial skill. Nevertheless, this only made things more interesting. The masked man entered a fighting stance, or at least tried to, as he was quickly interrupted by a sharp uppercut right to the jaw.
Surprisingly and impressively enough, the warrior managed to stay grounded and on his feet after the blow, only rubbing his jaw in slight pain and annoyance. In fact, the swordsman went on to boast, "That didn't even hurt, I've had skeletons punch me harder than that!" In his mind, however, "Holy fuck that shit hurt, I'm seein' like five different green jumpsuit men right now, this shit is fucking awful. Is my jaw broken? Fuck, I think it might be broken. I probably sounded like a retard.
After shaking his head a couple times, Johnny again stepped forward, this time trying a vertical slice, though it was just as slow and easily avoidable. His movements were predictable, repetitive, it was how he did things. He would force the same trick until it finally pulled off, he would force the square block through the circular hole until the block broke and conformed to his will.
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#YOUTH
Carlo Tachibana
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Played by VileKaizer
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Oct 27, 2014 23:59:36 GMT -5
Carlo's face remained calm as he returned to his simple stance. Feet together, arm out and bent up so that the back of his hand blocked a full view of his face from his opponent. Whoever this wild man was, however much intelligence he lacked he made up with with his persistence. That punch would have knocked most flat on the ground, and the weaker of the bunch would have already been killed by it. Definitely impressive.
As Johnny continued to slash wildly at him, the fighter realized just how simple minded the attacks were. There was no fashion to them, no flare, and definitely no proper training involved. Perhaps, he thought as he dodged another swipe, this fool wasn't worth the effort. Still, he had already accepted this challenge, and those were the rules. Unspoken rules to him, but rules he lived by all the same. Carlo would never back down from a fight, no, not until one of them had fallen.
As another vertical slash came down in an attempt at the Beserker's shoulder, he sidestepped and placed his foot atop the blade in attempt to push it into the ground. What was this masked man getting at? Was there some unseen motive behind this battle and his moves? Was he simply hoping to wear Carlo down until he couldn't dodge anymore? Risky, but he could get behind such a tactic. Well, if it wasn't himself the man was facing right now anyway.
"Enough of this." Carlo's rather large eyebrows fell, his face growing intense as he stared the swordsman down. "You're either an idiot or simply lack the training to take me on. But I will hand it to you, your strength is devastating. If you had actually hit me, I would already be dead more than likely." He smirked now, his aura growing wilder, the raw energy within him growing immensely.
"Now, bear witness to my secret technique! With this my body breaks all perceived limitations, my youth being drawn forth with the strength of a cannon!" The man let out a guttural yell, the energy he spoke of lashing about like whips. "Now witness, HOWLING!"
Carlo shot forward and, in an instant, he was at Johnny's face ready to strike.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 2:19:46 GMT -5
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"Magic? That shit is for fuckin' pussies!" As the martial artist charged his inner energy, the swordsman instead rushed forward, giving him just barely enough time to spring forward and get close enough for a strike. The orange haired psychopath grinned behind his mask, screaming a final battlecry as he lunged his great sword forward over his shoulder, "I'LL RIP RIGHT THROUGH YOUR CHICKENSHIT MAGIC!" His words echoed through his mask, and his blade came down, surely it would chop this wimp's arm off right at the shoulder.
...The warrior's blade met resistance, and as he looked down first in shock and then second in horror, he noticed that his powerful and sharp sword was blocked by the fighter's mere energized fist. He applied more force to his sword, desperately trying to cleave the fist in half, but instead it was his blade that would be faltered. Johnny's sword cracked and shattered as he applied more and more force, the martial artist punching right through metal and onto the psychopath's face. His masked cracked and broke just as his weapon did while his neck turned a near complete 180, sending the warrior flying back a few feet. With a very brief struggle, his body then fell limp, a single green orb exiting his body and traveling to Carlo, confirming his demise.
Victory wouldn't last long for the martial artist. He was standing right on the spawn point. And sure enough, within minutes, a familiar voice would call from behind him, "Hey, man, watch your back!" Without any further warning, a respawned Johnny would attempt to stab his reconstructed and reformed sword through Carlo's back, in an underhanded attempt to get an easy and quick payback kill.
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Carlo Tachibana
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Played by VileKaizer
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Nov 6, 2014 3:03:30 GMT -5
Carlo grabbed the green soul as it floated to him excitedly, letting out another roar. He could feel even more strength pouring into him as he absorbed the energy. However, he was distracted from this as he heard the maniac's voice once more from behind him.
"A dirty trick!" Carlo spun in attempt at kicking away the blade, but the surprise attack proved effective. His side pierced, the fighter winced as blood began to trickle from the wound. However, a smirk soon came across his face. Throwing out a hand he grabbed the literal thorn in his side and snapped it in two, leaving his assailant without a weapon once more.
"Perhaps you should surrender? I wouldn't want to rid you of a second soul here, FOOL!" As he stood, bleeding, he showed every air of confidence, though he was quite aware of the reality of the situation. If this man did not flee, a his own soul could be his to reclaim. Howling's affect on Carlo's body would be null soon enough, and the mighty warrior would be as good as crippled should the psychopath even land a single punch.
"What will it be?"
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Death
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Post by Death on Nov 6, 2014 13:27:55 GMT -5
dig up the bones but leave the soul alone The two combatants didn't realize it, but as they were fighting away, the masses in the park slowly parted and left. Soon enough, there was only them, and a few stragglers who didn't know any better but to stay and watch them with eyes wide and mouths agape. They were for the most part alone, two fiery souls fighting each other in the name of Death's game, just as they should be. Who had the right to interrupt them, anyway?
One of these bystanders was a white cat, irregular in that its mouth was affixed in a permanent grin, showing off an array of knife-like teeth. This feline at in a tree, its tail swaying back forth in a curious and timed manner. With each strike, the cat's pupils thinned and widened with excitement and amusement. It had been there for quite some time, and people were to starting to notice it. It was for this reason they left the park; the wise knew the true nature of this feline and the foolish feared the aura it gave off. It was unnatural. It was powerful.
As Johnny was struck down by a powerful punch from Carlo, he tried to turn things around with a dirty trick, only to find himself unable to take him down as easily as he had suspected. This was it; all that Karate Kid had to do at this point was stomp on that ginger fool and it would be all over! This would be the very first permanent death of the game, something that made the cat quite excited. It was morbid. It was ominous.
But then...what was this bullshit? Why was he being allowed to escape? Why did the human souls always try to pull this? What was this anyway, some sort of Pathomancy that made them more mentally vulnerable? The World Eaters didn't ever have a problem killing somebody without a thought, though they rarely lasted long; rash little bugs they were. What made these fleshbags any different from them? Their souls radiated differently, they had some sort of spectrum others didn't normally have. The cat probably would've been able to figure out this was just standard human emotion, if it hadn't abandoned its humanity long ago. This was an outrage; and the feline would address it. The white creature gracefully jumped out of the tree, and landed before a wounded Carlo.
"Go on. Kill him." The voice that came out of the cat's shit-eating grin didn't exactly match up with its appearance; it was feminine and high-pitched in an almost-innocent sort of manner. "Do you not want to become a God? This fact should alone be enough motivation." Its tail moved in a time, fluid motion, never stopping from before, "Okay, okay, for recieving the first kill, I will even give you a special prize! Anything you want, really!" It was unnatural. Wrong.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 17:56:10 GMT -5
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"WHAT THE FUCK!" The swordsman exclaimed as his signature blade snapped once more, though he had noticed that he made a considerable wound. This meat was harder to butcher than the bitch that eventually got him killed, and that alone brought memories of rage and despair. He would carve this piece of garbage into pieces if it killed him, literally. He no longer cared about winning, this was about death.
"What will it be, what the fuck do you mean what will it be? We aren't given any other options but kill, kill, and kill!" His fists clenched in rage, his voice raised in a fanatical state. "People like you won't survive in this afterlife! I should be one of the ones on top, this is a paradise for murderers! It's kill or be killed, and I am born and raised in slaughter and murder! I kill, therefore I am, I am a killer and that's all there is to me!" Just as he finished his little speech, a white cat strolled in and began to ignore his existence, telling the other warrior that he had already won and he simply had to make a single move to finish it. Was this feline retarded? Did it not see the condition he was in? What a total moron.
This enraged Johnny, to the point where his attention turned away from Carlo and onto the cat. "Who the fuck are you? Nevermind, don't tell me, you're nothing but a free fucking soul!" The psychopath yelled as he charged forward, fully intent on destroying the menace with a powerful stomp. This would be over before he knew it, and then he could focus on his real opponent...
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Carlo Tachibana
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Nov 8, 2014 18:39:15 GMT -5
"What will it be, what the fuck do you mean what will it be? We aren't given any other options but kill, kill, and kill!" Carlo sighed as he felt the effects of Howling leave him and its curse take hold. His body had begun to feel as if even breathing was a chore, the world around him growing dimmer as his vision blurred. He could barely make out the words his opponent was speaking were it not for the fact that he was screaming them at him.
"There are far more," the man coughed, surprising himself when no blood followed, "far more options than that for us here! We are given a choice in this afterlife, a choice of how to use our strengths! It... It is my honor to fight nobly for the right to even be considered a god among men."
"People like you won't survive in this afterlife! I should be one of the ones on top, this is a paradise for murderers! It's kill or be killed, and I am born and raised in slaughter and murder! I kill, therefore I am, I am a killer and that's all there is to me!" Carlo began to reply to this, but was cut short as a small, white cat came strolling through the battlefield. There was something extremely off about the creature, yet its presence was definitely calming in nature.
"Go on. Kill him." Carlo at first was not certain whether the feminine voice was aimed at himself or the masked butcher, yet it didn't take long for him to realize it was the former. "Do you not want to become a God? This fact should alone be enough motivation." Carlo's eyes closed, his fists clinched. Could he bring himself to slay this man a second time when he had already fairly earned a soul from him in battle once? That went against his code, he was not about to question his own motivations here, though he wasn't even sure if he had the strength left to do such a thing.
"No." It was a simple answer, though it was quickly followed up. "I do not wish to be the sort of god who mercilessly kills at any given moment. I... I have won this battle already. He should take his leave." The cat continued to make offers to him, though the fighter only shook his head in response. No deal with the devil could be sweet enough to make this man stray from his path. Though, at this point, something happened which brought a change about.
The masked man, apparently having been enraged by the feline, marched forward with intent to stomp upon it. How he could find the resolve to do such a thing after having his pride stripped from him twice over was beyond Carlo, but the green beast would not allow such an action to pass. Crouching before the creature, he swept his leg out to trip the man, and, as his heel made contact, he gritted his teeth in pain. The force put behind the sweep was too much for him to willingly control, and he had snapped his own bone in the process. If this went on much further, he was surely going to die, this had to stop... But he couldn't bring himself to move out of the way now.
"I... believe I... asked you to leave." His eyes lit up like the flames of a thousand soldiers' campfires. His spirit would not be broken as easily as his body, and, now standing upon his broken ankle triumphantly, he peered down at his opponent. His teeth were gritted, giving him a fearfully enraged appearance, though it was merely to fight against the pain; every signal going to his brain was pleading for him to rest, but he could not. He was the victor, and he would stand as one.
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Post by Death on Nov 9, 2014 21:20:01 GMT -5
dig up the bones but leave the soul alone " A shame, really, you're missing out." The cat continued to completely ignore the orange haired maniac in favor of the other warrior. Psychopaths were in fact fun, and she was able to reason with them the most, but they were low factors in this game. They were the pawns, the ones that would make things interesting for a short while and die quickly. Fodder, like chickens in a coop. Not to say the noble were any better, that was not any way to win this game. Though the noble would outlast the unstable, they still have a fatal flaw; their belief in justice. That sort of thinking would get you killed in the afterlife, Johnny was right about that, as it allowed for weakness. The white feline paid no attention to the masked man about to stomp on her, as if she knew what was about to unfold, simply sitting there with that shit-eating grin upon her face. Sure enough, Carlo, the noble, swept Johnny, the unstable, off of his feet. He landed with a thump, and so that would be the last sound he would ever make, she decided for him. He had tried to cheat death, in a way she supposed. Stomping on the host wasn't something she appreciated very much; that could have potentially killed her, or worse, messed up her fur. " Oh well. Perhaps you will reconsider in the future." She said, standing up and walking towards the toppled body of the serial killer. " You will spread a message for me, though." The cat growled, placing a paw on the man's torso. He would feel immense stress on his body as his souls began to pull out, slowly, and painfully. The cat of omen would admit to finding some pleasure in causing these beings misery and harm. It was interesting to see how they squirmed. " This game is not to be cheated. You will kill each other." She grinned, her tongue rolling across her blade-like teeth, " If you do, oh, well, you can tell them the story of Johnny Park." Her voice had a sinister tone as she applied more pressure to the man's body, a green soul inching out of his body and then off into the air, off to Tartarus. " The man who never existed." She put yet more pressure with her paw, causing another and the man's final soul to eject from his body, and with a final scream, he was dead, his souls gone and lungs crushed. " Now, I believe I had an appointment somewhere." The cat talked as if the event that unfolded never even happened, her voice having a cheerful undertone to her darkened monotone, " I am always late to these." With a smile, the feline turned, and jumped off into the tree branches until she was out of sight. [ EXIT ] |
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Carlo Tachibana
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Post by Carlo Tachibana on Nov 9, 2014 22:28:33 GMT -5
Carlo nodded before looking down at the corpse of the one known as Johnny. His opponent's name being known to him was an important thing, but, considering he had been drained of all souls, that didn't constitute him as anything more than a tally now. This was over. Carlo grabbed up the remains of the sword he had broken earlier and quickly punctured his own heart, a single soul raising and standing stationary as if waiting on something.
"Only the strong survive," After reappearing, Carlo grabbed up his own soul and grinned, "And only those that left a mark on history are to be remembered. This 'Johnny' no longer exists, so he proved himself capable of neither." With that Carlo nodded once more and assumed a jogging stance. "Alright, here we go, five laps around the city!" With that he grabbed up his discarded vest, strapped it around himself, and took off.
Youth. It was a mysterious thing.
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