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| Alika | Mar 9 2017, 09:03 AM Post #1 |
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As Alika began his decent into the depths of his mind, meditating upon the events of his life that have recently transpired... a thought came to be. Earlier, he felt a spark of something both terrible and spectaular within him. He felt that his power could yet again explode to life and he could reach the stars. Literally. But he knew that such power had a price to it. He knew that there would be reprocussions to such temptations. 'Something is acting up with my powers.... Is it the Chaos yet again? Or maybe.... I had this all along? Either way... I'm not fond of having this power right now. Alika sighed then he went back on his path. Supposedly, the area he was within was a school of sorts. But... The complex looked more like an abandoned factory with the machines left over. He started to question it when something metallic fell to the ground. Instantly, Alika was on his feet and his Keyblade summoned. He waited for anything to happen..... seconds.... then minutes. He relaxed slightly then finally heard the scampering of a few rats. Their chatter broke the silence. And then Alika exhaled. "Why the hell am I here?!? Hey! Answer me dammit!" With that, Alika through his Keyblade beyond the fourth wall and it slammed into the admins cell phone screen. "Shit dude!" A voice could be heard. "Will you calm your tits?! I'm just as bored as you are, numbskull!" "You at least get to wait around the entire day. I'm stuck here until shit can get done!" "Like I'm in any better shoes? I have to wait until Gamas admin decides to play his next part. I can't get you moving until he does so. So suck it up and wait until otherwise told..... Figure out your Break Time or something. I dunno." And with that, Alikas Keyblade was dismissed and the screen magically repaired. The world was as is once was before. And Alika stood there..... still bored as shit. "Dammit all..." |
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| Thane | Mar 9 2017, 10:10 AM Post #2 |
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"Caleb..." The voice said. "Yeah?" One would reply, soft, commanding, sexy. "Fuck you." The first voice again. A slight echo, hollow. "Fuck you too." The second this time, still sexy, still commanding. It befit a Godmin. The world swirled into -"Swirled? When do I fucken swirl!?" "Ugh... OKAY. I AM THE WRITER. DON'T FUCKING INTERRUPT" The voice yelled. Echoes screeched around the room, yet who would hear besides his gorgeous wife, and rambunctious daughter? "Then make Tanner act faster." "I'm bored too asshole!" "YOU'RE NOT STANDING IN A PERPETUAL DOORWAY!" "...Got me there." Blackness, as if the light of the sun decided to cut out in just a small oval'd doorway, rushed into existence; rimmed in electricity. Surges of power struck out at anything nearby, small as the were they still burnt the ground beneath the Corridor of Lightning. Darkness itself is silent, but Thane could make a mute scream, Before him, a gigantic building. Multiple balconies would jut out from each floor. 5 levels, and a rooftop with a pagoda. The steel grey building loomed above him, as Thane stepped forth. Two giant double doors, wooden, but the same flat grey of the rest of building, blocked his way. In fact, had he not noticed the door knocker handles, he'd have missed it was a door entirely. His fingers gripped cold steel sending a slight shiver down his arm as he pulled the door open. Inside, this was no school. "Factory...?" Thane paused. Why a factory? Heartless... Kveykian... whatever eyes he had, blinked slowly. As they opened, electricity surged into his pupils. The world was shaded in a criss-crossing field of electricity. Instantly his peripherals expanded and his gaze switched to a full 360 degree view around him. He saw everything including... "Fucking christ Caleb." Slowly walls fell away as he began to see through objects with his Lightning Vision. "No just... just STOP." Thane said aloud. "What." "The fuck am I a girl right now!?" "Oh, noticed that did you." "DESCRIBE ME YOU BITCH!" "PMSing I see..." "I'll kill you... so... so very painfully." Through the haze of his "HIS." electrically infused vision the Lone Shadow could see himself. Tall and thin, he stood just shy of 6'1". On his back the hilt of a blade would be seen, pushed through a rip in a dark cloak. The cloak itself, a dark shade of vermilion red, swept the ground only slightly. It attached directly to a scarf trailed around Thane's neck; which would fall down in front of him, brushing his chest. His shirt and pants were both tight fitted jet black dry fits. Muscles were hidden just barely, though they weren't much to look at either way. The shoes were jet black as well, though only the wearer would know their secret; the symbols on the soles, red hearts chained in black criss-crossing barbs. His face was clear, clean shaven and unscarred save for the imprint of what was once a rectangular bandage on his face, tales from another life. His hair was silvery grey, mostly kept though electrical currents occasionally ran between the thicker locks. "There, good?" "Yes." Thane replied curtly. Now then, back to the main event... Thane would see machines, cyborgs, cybernetics, and... "Alika?" Now the goal was clear. He stepped forth, deeper into the building. On his left and right, conveyor belts loaded with machine parts sprang to life. Loud whirring sounds could be heard as the rotors awakened and the belts began moving. Wherever he was, his presence was bringing it to life. |
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| Nexus Kodex | Mar 9 2017, 11:18 AM Post #3 |
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"You're not accustomed to a complete thought process, are you?" Nexus' voice remained nonchalant as he spoke to no one but himself alone in the room he'd be very much so dropped into just seconds before. Moments passed as he sat in silence, the echoes of his own thoughts boring him more than anything. "I take it responding at appropriate times is also another vice of yours." The boy of nineteen sat cross legged now, facing the enclosed walls of decrepit factory room. No doors to speak of. No windows. How convenient. He could, however, hear a small female voice in the distance and the constant conundrum of clicking repeating itself on an endless loop. As he listened in quiet, he could swear he could hear the voice mocking his own sarcasm. Now this wasn't as odd as one would think, given such strange circumstance. Nexus' lived in constant comedic conflict with a flat mate who to no avail poked fun at his growing schizophrenic tendencies and hoarding of electronic devices--but still. Shambles of mechanical ruin lines the walls around him, creating a stock room of abandonment. It appeared as if the room were unfinished; even with the apparent age of everything inside the room itself. It was if an artist had picked up a pencil, drawn the fine lines and details but somehow lost interest in the overall piece itself. Worn out desks sat in an array, a circle around him. Nexus soon realized why it was the dulling pain in his lower back had been so strong. He had fallen through the poorly lined ceiling insulation (from a void of darkness his own brother would have been proud to have materialized) and onto the deteriorating remains of the school-house-esque desks. "You-" Nexus steadied himself up, still in complete calm. "You dropped me onto a desk." His statement was matter of fact and lacked emotion, but a smile twinged on his lips. Amusement. He ran his fingers over the dust laden surfaces around him. Nexus took a clear look around for the first time. Noticing an old-school chalk board, scribbled vulgarities and half-assed doodles and an out of place publishing line for--did that read 'Sterek Fic. Dump'? Nexus drew in a slow breath, agitation straining his usually soft voice. "You dropped me into the middle of some Deus-Ex-Machina meets Ju-On reject film? And here I thought you had creativity. This--" Nexus reached into the rubble and tattered pieces of the publishing dump. "This is just wrong on so many levels, even for you, love." Nexus threw the faded papers down with a hint of feigned disgust. 'I-' A poorly materialized speaker in the corner of the factory slash classroom crackled to life. 'I-I wasn't thinking properly.' A female voice revealed itself on the intercom PA system. "And there you are." Nexus scanned the room for an outlet, for any source of open wire reminiscent of being connected to the system in use he could hear before him. "You are aware of how out-of-date your material here for me is, are you not?" The voice sparked to life over the PA after another long pause of silence. 'You've been cooped up a while in your own world, man. Give me a break." Nexus refrained from throwing one of the ancient chairs into a wall in distaste for the voice. That would be barbaric, he thought. Considering his world and it's advancements, he returned to the criss-cross meditation pose he had before the conversation had started. 'This is...new to me. Be nice.' Nexus huffed out a breath of air. "At least show some humanity and fashion me a door out of this terrible excuse for a Hollywood Horror set. Or some-" Nexus grabbed at his fanny pack and satchel, almost slumping over at relief of them being there and to full capacity of his usual handling. "Light at least." 'Give me a sec.' He could hear the voice he knew all too well return to the all-awful click-clacking noise, rushed this time, as if she were in a panic. "Would you-" 'Patience is a virtue, Nexus, please.' "You send me back-" A blinding sphere of light erupted in one of the desks before Nexus. For a moment he tried to allow himself a gauge to see if he could harness any small amount of energy from the source, but like that--it was gone. All that remained in it's place was-- "A bloody lamp!" His palms began to recover their usual luminescence, this time in force, for the anger that consumed him. A simple household lamp sat before him. Shade eaten away with moth holes, bulb ragged and rusted. The best part about it was the obvious failure it had to have--an outlet. "I have well entertained your antics for these many years, but no more-" 'Oh lighten up, Nex'." The voice was soothing this time, almost chastising. As if the voice were speaking to a small child. All of this, angered Nexus' considerably more. 'Have a sense of humor sometimes, kid.' The dusty PA speaker absorbed itself into the walls of the room and a small Victorian era door opened up in the corner of one of the shelves. The door was worn with an array of colors and languages Nexus couldn't interpret. Hand-drawn pictures lay faded on the wood's designs. The door swung open, revealing a blinding light bleeding out of every facet. Blinding. Nexus tried to hold himself together. The pain in his head growing with the endless games of the girl behind the Announcements. He shuffled over to the door, crouching down to examine the light pouring from the entrance. The opening was big enough for a child, just barely enough space to shimmy himself into. "Your affinity for Alice in Wonderland is oh, so entertaining. How original you must feel." Nexus lowered himself, feeling the bruise on his back from his fall in already well on it's way to being fully healed. He sighed, trying to ignore the curiosity building in his heart. "Down the rabbit's hole we go." |
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| Alika | Mar 9 2017, 12:18 PM Post #4 |
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The entire factory came to life. Alika summoned not just one of his Keyblades, but both. The dust, mold, mildew, and cobwebs explained the age of this place. There was enough of an ancient vibe to this place that it made his soul ache. "And this asshat has an old soul! Lemme tell you what." "Excuse you and your entire populous." He was answered with mostly silence. Then he felt a power so familiar that... he could have sworn it was a flash back to his home world. Then it slowly dawned on him the identity of his guest. His dismissed the secondary Keyblade, but kept his primary on hand incase he needed it. For the last time he encountered Thane Mknixght, "You hit me with a Master Bolt. You're dick for that, you know this?" Alika shifted his stance so he was a bit more relaxed, but still on guard. Normally, his accuantince was more subtle about his approach... at least in the Hades Arena he was. He never encountered him elsewhere before. "And what brings you here to this.... Whatever the heck this place is." Then a more subtle spike of power showed itself to Alika. He knew the basics of it was Light... but aside from this he was ignorant to it. It felt like some kinds of life energy, but more controlled. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. "And the fun keeps coming..." |
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| Thane | Mar 9 2017, 11:05 PM Post #5 |
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"You hit me with a Master Bolt. You're dick for that, you know this?" Alika... A tall man, jet black hair and piercing eyes. Familiar, though only through the haze of battle is anyone ever burned into Thane's mind like this man. Master Bolt, a move made for him mind you. Violent, deadly, electrical as was Thane's signature. Before answering he'd take the man in. Taller than him, slight build, nothing imposing truly, though the aura he exuded was palpable. A key in hand, and Thane knew all too well what those things were capable of. Even the heartless within him, though he'd spent years upon years crushing that side of himself, still yearned to pursue, to kill the Key Wielder. He would resist however, as times change, and desires fade, he had no mind to fight the man, that battle had long been settled. "Not the worst thing I've done in my past Alika." Thane replied politely, surges of lightning began to course into the area a bit. Small bolts, clashing against each other as energy began to build up, and shadows cast across the dark room strangely. He couldn't help himself, the call of battle was here, it screamed at him, he bled for it, but no, it was time for talking. "And what brings you here to this.... Whatever the heck this place is." Thoughts cast towards Caleb, the writer, and the slowness of a reply, but no, he wouldn't need to go into all of that. "...I..." Pause. "And the fun keeps coming..." "So it does Alika, so it does." The thought rang through his head. There he was, another. The natural electricity began to come to the will of it's master, encircling Thane's hands. Gloves, a fist. Memories ran through his head. How many time was this now? That Lightning Fist would come to him. Gloved hands of electricity cast light across the room, illuminating the area with a light bright enough to banish most shadows, yet cast even more. A classroom, desks and chairs. Hell, even a chalkboard. School hadn't ever been his forte, unless it was the school of battle of course, but the only teacher he knew was- "Glad you've finally decided to think of me boy." Guttural, dark, and not a thing of his own thoughts. Ravage's voice disrupted his mental state. "Be prepared, boy." |
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| Nexus Kodex | Mar 10 2017, 12:15 AM Post #6 |
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"Fucking-" Nexus gritted out an uncharacteristic vulgarity as he fell through the tunnel of light. The girl behind the PA speakers hadn't even bothered to give him a decent descent. "God-!" His shoulder slammed into a sharp, curved turn. The tunnel descended downward at a twisting angle, much like a twisted amusement park coaster, only instead of a rush of air--the unmistakable scent of dusty book pages filled his nostrils. His decent continued for a minute or so more. Nexus had long since learned to curbed his surprise when concerning matters of the girl. The boy twisted his body forward on a curve after having continued sliding in what he assumed was a backwards position for a short period of time. He struggled to do so; flying out his hands in an attempt to grip anything at all on the walls of light. His powers seemed obsolete here; the light being artificial yet seemingly so without any recognizable power source. His ability rendered useless here. Nexus pushed his body up, so to glide in a more upright position. The tunnel began to open in spacial radius. His body being given more freedom to move eased the strain on his muscles. The blinding aura of light encasing him began to clear, and a speck of darkness in his field of vision rose up. He braced himself, preparing to be dropped onto some other questionable and most random object. The darkness began to envelop his legs. For a moment he was relieved in the darkness. Finally--and end to this portion of this escapade. Nexus braced himself, shuttering as a blast of sudden wind kicked up in his face, cold and wet like that of a small rainstorm. A strange flurry of objects shot out from the source of the blast as well, covering his entire body in a strange prickling sensation before the darkness overtook him. Nexus barely muffled out a cry of surprise as he was thrown from the tunnel. His body skidded across a cold cement floor, landing in an enormous pile of discarded books. Their spines and covers had softened with age, pages like dried leaves as he broke his landing in their cushion. The boy pushed the books covering his body off of himself, trying to gain his ground in the new surrounding. His skin itches in slight, continuously covered in the strange substance blown upon him in the tunnel. Nexus focused his eyes, examining the fabric of his clothing and running his hands across his face. Specks of multifaceted color met his gaze as he drew his hands back. His body was covered in a glittering mass of assorted colors. They glinted in the low light of what he granted was a hallway of sorts. He'd been blasted with...glitter? From what he could grasp of its chemical make-up. It was sticky in sort on his clothing and smelled faintly of lavender. 'Body glitter, to be exact.', the voice echoed throughout the hallway; matter-of-factly. 'Scented. I've heard lavender has considerable relaxing properties.' Nexus bit at his lip in complete and utter awe for the treatment he had been given, and for the atrocities he had experience. "You-" Nexus breathed calm back into his body. "Are a truly vexing woman." 'So I've been told. You're free to wander, little one. Try not to get yourself too stressed.' The voice cooed from a speaker system he could not properly gauge. An electronic hum buzzed in the background of her voice. 'We know how you deal with things of that nature.' "Spare me your patronizing words." Nexus huffed. He gave one last futile attempt to wipe the glittering substance from his clothing. He kicked books to the side of the hall, clearing a path. His eyes searched the dim halls. He noticed the nicely strung assortment of Christmas lights lining the hallway's ceiling structure. Misplaced holiday figures, some lit up as well, others falling apart--made up the walls. It was as if someone had thrown the Holiday's of old into this hallway, creating a caricature of light for Nexus. He followed the lights down one end of the hall, where their energy felt strongest. The string of lights faded in places. Some bulbs were shattered or blown. Other lights in the hall ceased to conduct entirely. Smiling characters greeted his path to ascension. Some eyes were lit with the colors their Holiday's represented. Others were burned black entirely from what Nexus could only assume was continuous running of their systems. Shades of orange, black, purple and yellow plagued him. There were cheery reds and blues, pink even at times. All the aesthetic of this hall mismatched in way. The dank yellow coloring of the lights cast an ominous feel across the hall as the Holiday Madness left him. The mysterious girl behind the PA hadn't spoken in so long, it seemed. This hallway stretched on. Nexus made out a few doors here and there. Most doors were bolted shut of burned entirely from the outside in. 'Try to make some friends while your here. Have a little bit of fun.' The voice cackled back to life after a pause of silence. Nexus could hear a faint sound growing in volume as he passed one of the doorways. It was organic, man made. A volume of...voice? All of this building appeared school-like in nature, save the mass factory appeal of its appliances. The door before him was not open nor closed, or even ajar. It sat their, withered like an organic wood made up its base. Though somehow the door seemed new age with its clean cut, mass design. Metal curved in places on it's hinges, causing it to appear completely sealed; yet an aura emanated within. Nexus' body could not deny the surge of energy present beyond the door. It was enough to warrant curiosity, but he also wasn't a complete idiot. The voices were steady this time. Nexus tuned in his exception hearing to the station of their tones. He could pick up the notes of amusement, confusion. Even a hint of hostility. Again--he was not an idiot. Nexus paused in thought, fastening his backs tighter to his slender frame. "Make some friends, she says. It will be fun, she says." He pursed his lips. Questions plagued his minds over the entities in the room before him. Other doors remained in the hallway behind him. More to come. He paused once more, letting the aura of energy emanating from the door pull at the strings of curiosity in his head. He hungered for energy all days of the week, his ability craved it: still so--Nexus was not - an - idiot. He took no pleasure in partaking in others games, unless they were of his own creation. "Yeah, I think I'll pa-" 'How unfortunate.' The girl behind the PA's voice appeared once again, cutting him off mid-statement. Nexus felt the floor beneath him give way. A perfect square of darkness opening up in a pit below him like a fall in a Scooby-Doo rerun. The stream of vulgarities was strong, but the darkness enveloped them and him. Nexus landed seconds, feeling a familiar sharp pain jut into his back as he fell. He rolled with a small groan onto a dusted tile floor, shooting up as quick as he could to regain ground. He inhaled an aged musk, smelling more of the lavender from the body glitter he was coated in. "Another-" Nexus kicked the leg of one of the chairs near him as he rolled over. "Fucking-" He pulled himself up, wiping his eyes and clearing the cloud of dust he had disturbed. "Desk." |
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| Alika | Mar 10 2017, 08:18 AM Post #7 |
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"Is it me..... or is there an ACME Funhouse vibe to this place? As if there's no telling what could happen next or what bursts through the door." Alika let the thought roll out faster than he would have liked, but his curious mind was always making him aware of his surroundings second to any danger. And currently, there was but one danger nearby. Two if you would count the hidden figure behin the- "And they're gone. Within an instant- as if dropping off the face of the planet or something -the guest hidden behind door number two, up and vanished. He felt like he was missing something. And he could have sworn he heard something about appliances. Or maybe furniture? Either way, Thane was avoiding the question ".....It's cause of the 'big' man, huh?" Alika asked, mentioning the obvious. He knew he wasn't the only one around these parts that was capable of breaking a wall or four. |
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| Thane | Mar 10 2017, 10:45 AM Post #8 |
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"Be prepared, boy." Thane, prepared? Prepared wasn't a word to him, it was life. To recount every moment in his existence that preparedness had saved his ass...? Futility. "Is it me..... or is there an ACME Funhouse vibe to this place? As if there's no telling what could happen next or what bursts through the door." "13" The thought crossed his mind. 13 times now, and that was only after experiencing the universe he was now in, to say anything of his true home. Who could say? "And they're gone." Silence. Suddenly, the ceiling. Thane spun around, hand on hilt. With a slight 'whirr' the great blade on his back was drawn, drawing, but soon fully revealing its magnificence. Ravager, the prison blade, one of the only two in existence. Jet black from hilt to tip, and only the tatterings of a once well used, but now fully forgotten cloth seal tied to the grip left a beige hint of color. And even that, with the years of blood splatter, red or otherwise, was slowly turning a deep maroon. 6 feet of steel as the saying would go, though no steel could match the make of this legendary blade. "Ahh..." He let loose an audible sigh. Ravager was home in his hands. No mere blade, but an extension of the self, and through Thane, a calming presence; as much as a demon could. The tip urged to be thrust, yet, no, he would resist. ".....It's cause of the 'big' man, huh?" "Aye." Thane agreed, continuing with his curt responses. The time for small talk had long since ended. He'd stride towards the uninvited guest, who, through what was clearly some otherworldly power, had crushed a beautiful mahogany desk. And though Thane was never one for the admitation of furniture, it was rude to pop in to another conversation, destroy a desk and simply say, "Desk." Though perhaps- "Perhaps you've missed something?" The voice ran through his head. Not again, not now. "DM, Writer, Overlord, whatever you've decided you are-" Thane wanted to begin, but- "Master Wisch if you please." "Master Wisch... fuck off. This is my territory, and despite what you've most likely decided is my better nature, I haven't the time, nor the patience to deal with your shit any longer."Fed up is kind of an understatement, though any conversation with this man was proving to be either distressful, or annoying. Often both. "It's funny, you say that, since I decide what you say, and do punk." Will is not a given, nor is it even something that can be taken. Tis' merely a farce, a will hidden one at that, but a farce nonetheless, and as the realization his Thane, and his world caved in a bit he made a cold decision. A last ditch effort to regain not only his mind, but potentially the illusion of his free will. "Guess you're the crazy one asshole." "...touché." Mission accomplished. The heavy mental presence receded, though it was only replaced with on just as powerful, but also more familiar. The Demon of the Blade. "What... what is happening?" A sentiment ignored, we return to the main story. Striding towards the younger man, blade drawn and poised to strike, Thane would issue his common greeting. One he'd used a thousand times, one even Shoujax himself had answered. Beautiful, simple, like all things that would deal with him. "Name or die." |
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| Shoujax Celxniy | Mar 10 2017, 10:16 PM Post #9 |
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IT'S TIME TO CRASH THIS PARTY MOTHER FUCKERS!!! The subtle sound of a sweet fucking engine could be heard in the distance as an automobile drove down a road. It would be none other than a sweet, beautiful beast of one of the best cars that mankind had ever designed: A 1981 Toyota H20 Hi-Ace. The sounds of its 2188CC Engine would bring joy to any mam with an appreciation for the finer vehicles in life. It's pearl white paint would be matched with none other than its beautiful aerodynamic kit hat consisted of: coolers for drinks, bags for traveling, tents for sleeping in, and anything else really that you could think of for a camping trip. All of these items were tired down to the top of the van with a nice metallic ladder on the back of the right backdoor. The beautiful baby was making its way...somewhere. ![]() "Where exactly are we going?' asked our main protagonist Shoujax Celxniy . "Fuck if I know." said a voice that could only be described as coming from the fourth wall. "What do you mean you don't know?" asked again by The Playful Cat. "What you don't understand English all of a sudden? God I knew I made you stupid but not that stupid." proclaimed the "Right. I just want to know where we are going why can't you at least tell me that much?" replied the Lost Prince. "And I said: fuck if I know. I wasn't being sarcastic. I don't know where we are. I didn't even make this thread so how am I supposed to know?" said the Co-Admin of the Godmin. "Alright look can you at least tell me why I'm driving? I mean I have wings wouldn't that be faster? Jesus you designed me to be the fastest person in existence why am I driving a fucking car?" answered back the Alexian. "Excuse you but how dare you compare this sick ride to a mere car. THIS is a HI-ACE. And Shoujax, baby, its all about enjoying the simple things in life. Like how when Androids 16, 17, and 18 from Dragon Ball Z all drove to Goku's house instead of flying there." remarked Joshua Nicely. "Um, no I don't know because I haven't read Dragon Ball Z before." said the first angel in existence on KHRP. "Okay now I know you're lying because I gave you a giant manga collection in your house don't tell me you would just leave perfectly good manga just sitting there to never be read again." said the best friend of Caleb Wisch. *sighs* "I hate you." said the rip off of a Hawaiian OC. As the two would argue some type of factory came into view on the horizon. It looked abandoned and run down, the perfect place for some generic RP story to take place. hell ever noticed that a lot of sketchy shit takes place in abandoned factories? Like seriously why does that always happen? Its either someone dies or they fall into some type of radio active waste that either mutates you and gives you powers or just straight up fucking kills you. "There. That's where we have to go." "Oh NOW you know where to go." "Hey give me some slack I needed to read the other posts above to figure out where they were. I'm still at work you know its not like I can just read other people's posts when I can." "Right. okay then. Wait a minute, work? You're reading this at work?" "Yep." "But how? You said that the other computers at work don't have internet Web browsers." "From my phone." "I thought you aren't supposed to use your phone at work." "You are correct my good sir." "Wow. Don't come crying to me if you get fired." "I'm making this post right now at work too." "WOW. Okay. Wait aren't you on your lunch break? This should be okay then." "My lunch break ended like 15 minutes ago." *sighs*"You are so getting fired." The conversation would continue as the factory grew closer and closer in sight. you could point out how old and run down it really was due to corrosion over time. In fact it looked like the walls could crumble easily just enough force applied to it. And that's exactly what was about to happen. "Okay now look I don't have much time left before I actually need to go back to work and do work things so we need to end this post soon Shoujax." "Okay? You're the one writing this not me." "Kk so. You see that wall? Ram it." "I'm sorry?" "Ram. it." "Um..." "Just floor the gas. Ram the fucking wall and make your entrance." "Okay..." The sound of the engine would be audible for the people inside as the loud rock music that had been playing the entire time also started getting louder as well. it would at first be muffled but the volume would turn up until suddenly the Hi-Ace would break through the wall and most likely startle the people inside. "WHAT UP BICHES NYANMIN IS IN THE BUILDING! You see what I did there Shoujax I made a pun. Puns are fantastic." "Do you really need to draw that much attention to yourself?" The music would stop as the van turned off and Shoujax stepped outside. "Look I'm sorry for all the commotion-oh. Hi Thane." |
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LXIX [rotate] The Playful Cat returns. ![]() [rotate]Plan like there is a future, live like there is no tomorrow. [rotate]Agent LXIX: The Leader [rotate] [rotate]
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| Nexus Kodex | Mar 11 2017, 12:33 PM Post #10 |
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(IRA) The Collector
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Nexus pulled himself into an upright position, adjusting his fanny pack and satchel. He brushed his palms over his sweater, trying to dust some of the body glitter from his clothing. Gods, he thought to himself. The girl on the PA had had literally dropped him Tinker-Bell fashion into a room of potentially dangerous beings. Now this was not even to mention the immense hold of energy he had felt growing in the room from beyond its confines. Her sense of humor--potentially--the only quality about her Nexus could bother to entertain. He focused his eyes on the two figures before him. One figure stood just under ten feet across the room from him. A lean fit bodysuit covering the lengths of the being before him, hidden in part by a maroon trench coat. Hair that nicked the length of the figures jaw sat in thick, silver waves--emitting currents of what appeared (and felt) like energy through ivory highlights. Nexus could only guess at a glance the being to be male. It stood just a tad shorter than Nexus himself; human in appearance, save the radiance of violet hues in it's eyes. Nexus knew not to assume that those around him were entirely human. He came from a world of artificial intelligence; where beings of both flesh and machine walked earth's surface on the daily. He originated from an existence where biologically engineered children could harness power of their existence from objects around them. He himself, having been born with abilities, knew not to ever assume the impossible. The sheer amount of energy this man before him emitted was incomprehensible. It seemed to grow with the mere standing of his existence. It ebbed and flowed, something Nexus knew he could feel--and potentially feed from. Harnessing this energy from afar would come in handy. In particular to the fact that this other mans weapon stood to meet Nexus at an approximate five feet from his face. The blade itself was a massive standing of the the other mans height. It was ebony in color and was enormous in ways unknown to Nexus' own comprehension. Yes--pulling power from a unlimited source (however human it would appear) would without question be a smart move on Nexus' end at this point. The boy of nineteen shifted on his feet in slight, hearing the threat in the dark figures words. He scanned the remainder of the room. Another man stood a ways way from the dark energy laden figure. This being also appeared to be human and male. This other man had skin like ivory, similar to Nexus. Midnight locks covered his head. His eyes, however, were harder to place. They displayed a spectrum of shades in a range that Nexus couldn't identify. This man faced the darker man, crouched in slight; which only added to the uneasiness Nexus could feel growing inside of him. This man carried on his back a weapon Nexus couldn't recognize. It was made up of sharp curves and lines, ending in a strange handle of sorts. God damn it. Nexus could not even muster a flicker of emotion to cross his face. He could feel the ringing in his ears rising, the panic in his body approaching from all ends. The girl on the PA seemed to have trouble grasping the meaning behind the common term 'friends'. That or after five years of having remained at peace in the confines of her creative mind, had warranted some kind of rude awakening. Nexus' could feel his mouth twinge at the thoughts growing in his head. He dared not to speak, considering his situation as his mind calculated the possible outcomes. The only exit stood behind the figures besides him in the room. The blade before him isn't what made him uncomfortable. It was the uncertainty of the power ranges before him. One's he could not gauge; especially given their appearance and behavior. They couldn't have been human--which was fucking perfect. Given one man seemed to be an unlimited power source and the other a technicolor host for the questionable: Nexus' was set. Their intentions being unclear, given circumstance, confused him. Make some friends, the girls voice played on again in his head. Oh for fucks sake. A small echo of musical root played on in his hearing range for a moment, growing in volume and quickly so. It itched in Nexus' ear--irritating his senses. So much so that he twitched at its existence. He couldn't recognize the words being emitted, nor even the electronic alignment of beats. He knew of this to be music, of course. But...why? He could feel a small power source bumbling towards the building all three of them stood in now. Organic and artificial in creation. Nexus turned his ear in slight, trying to gauge how quickly the source of music was making its way towards them. Nexus smiled for a moment into the eyes of the man who's weapon threatened him; knowing for fact that the other beings of the room could feel the source of the endless ruckus. His eyes met those of the other beings as his body registered the undeniable rumble of impact. His eyes locked on the wall he knew would not withstand the force of impact. He braced his hands on the desks before him. The other number of desks lines themselves in disheveled rows. He drew what energy welled inside of him, feeding from that in range of him from the being threatening him. He thrust his palms out; working with the currents he could emit against the metal in the legs of the chair, pulling his power from their confines and creating a force against the tables. He drew the feather-light atomic weight from the desks, throwing a row of them forward with a force he had timed in alignment with the coming impact from the automotive structure bumbling near. Nexus pushed the shield of desks from his vicinity. The impact of the contraption with wheels (he recognized as an automobile of older times) creating a flurry of shrapnel and creating a line of cover Nexus used to his advantage. The impact itself sent a whirlwind of dark dust into the air. Matched with the sound of impact and shrapnel spawning from the desks he had thrown out in a small wall of cover shield, it created a small enough diversion. Nexus threw his weight forward, using his exceptional speed to pull his body from its resting position. He used his exertion to drop his body weight into a foot-first hitters slide under the few remaining desks before him. He picked himself up as the vehicle pulled itself to a stop and the figures driving made their presence known. Nexus bolted for the tattered opening in the building that the vehicle had opened up, finishing the final leg of his early departure. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck making friends in this B-Horror film excuse for an extraterrestrial day care center. Nexus drew his line of sight to the building outside the- Nexus's face collided with dusted brick. A wall had appeared before him--sealing off his only exit behind the vehicle that had created it. "You have got to be-" A small trickle of blood fell from Nexus' nose and lips. He tasted iron on his tongue for a moment before his body went into panic overdrive sealing up anything that had been damaged during his untimely impact. "Were you trying to break my fucking-!" Nexus' paused. nose aching at the sheer force of the words he shouted up to a non-existent source. He rubbed at his already healing nose, groaning in slight as he drew himself up from the ground. The boy dusted himself off a tad. He looking up to the wall that had assaulted him. To his utter and complete dismay, the wall now appeared to have a poorly drawn comic hand in the sign of a brightly colored 'thumbs-up'. He was met with silence from the girl behind the PA. No explanation. No words of comfort. Nexus pushed out one final breath of mental exhaustion, allowing himself to lay on the cold tile of the classroom beneath him. Fuck. |
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