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The Antagonist; Closed (Worldbuilding)
Topic Started: Feb 1 2015, 06:53 PM (182 Views)
Steel Cerberus
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The Dog in the Machine
[The North Pole]
[June 17, 1009]

The frozen desert stretched on to the horizon on all sides, windswept snow creating dunes and waves around giant chunks of ice jutting from the ground. Only one figure was visible, heavily bundled up and trudging across the plane while the wind swept away the footprints almost immediately. They stopped at one of the many mountains of ice, crystal blue where it wasn't caked with snow. Shuffling in the shadow of the ice mountain, they stopped at a point that looked no different than the rest of the snow, and raised a hand.

Electricity crackled across the thick leather glove, humming and bright blue. The tendrils of light lashed out into the snow, crackling and melting it into little puffs of steam. The lightning bolts seemed to become solid and taunt when they flexed their hand, taking the electricity as if they were ropes and pulling. After one sharp tug, a metal hatch flipped up, the electrical ropes attached to bright silvery crystals that contained the current. The electrical current disappeared as quickly as it had come, and the man slid down into the tunnel below and slammed the lid behind him, getting another cascade of snow to fall and cover it over.

The figure sighed as they descended into the frozen rock, brushing away snow from their white cloak and stomping it from their boots. The winding tunnel suddenly opened to a great cavern made of rock and ice that continued on out of sight in the dark. It looked like someone lived here, though at the moment it was all hidden by the dark. The figure navigated over to a table, despite the darkness, and started to pull off their layers since it wasn't cold at all down here.

They had gotten both pairs of gloves off, and was reaching to pull back his hood when he heard the noise. Ice scraped on ice and something massive moved in the darkness.

You came back.

"I come back about every hundred years, my dear, you know this," he addressed the icy shadow that was rising further down in the cavern. He reached into his cloak and his coat, pulling out a flashlight and shining it into the dark. The bright light reflected off of plates of ice and the dead yellow eyes within. The light reflecting from the dragon's ice plates lit up the human as he pushed his hood back so the dragon could see the man's bright electric-blue eyes and golden blonde hair. Kyurem was close enough that the man reached up and patted the dragon's bare snout.

The God-Beast took another small step forward, so that the dragon towered over him, and seemed pleased at the sight of the human.

I'm hungry. Kyurem rumbled, half shattered face inches away from the man's head.

The human looked at the web of cracks in the ice, thinking and remembering what the ice dragon liked to eat. It would have to wait until night fell, but...

"Sure. We'll go get you something to eat tonight."
Edited by Steel Cerberus, Feb 3 2015, 03:54 PM.
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[Winterglass]
[June 17, 1009]
[11:48 PM]


(I hadn't realized what time of year it is. The beast had to be hungry during the midnight sun, didn't they?)

Winterglass glittered in the sun hanging low on the horizon; daylight stretched as far as the eye could see despite the fact it was nearly midnight. The natives still tried to keep a regular schedule, so most of the city was asleep under their ice covered roofs and cold plated houses. Still, it was broad daylight, and broad daylight did not making sneaking easy.

(I would suggest we go further south, but I can feel the god-beast's hunger in my own belly. You would think that they would venture forth and feast when I'm not here, but apparently not,) the man pondered, adjusting his mask. It was something he'd picked up on another world many years ago, wooden and plain, enchanted to adhere to the wearer's face and unable to be knocked loose by someone else. It also molded around his glasses, which was perfect, because he couldn't see anything without his glasses.

(Problem?) Kyurem's voice occupied his entire mind for a few moments, resonating in his chest.

"Of course not," he whispered back, sliding his sword from its sheath and heading into town.

Even with the sun in the sky, the town's streets were mostly deserted since the residents tried to keep up some semblance of normalcy. The man knew exactly where he was going; The pokemon center in this town had become more of a shelter for traveling trainers and people in general, even though not a whole lot of folks came up this far. Still, he knew he would likely find quite a few sleeping people there, and a sleeping target was an easy target.

He could hear crunching snow nearby, and backed up to a corner to peer around it. To his pleased surprise, he spotted a single person trudging down the road. Drunk or homeless, he wasn't sure, but it soon wouldn't matter.

He crept up behind the man, musing quietly to himself. Nobody wore armor anymore, these days. It was a pity and a boon at the same time. Stealthily slaying an enemy was so much easier than it used to be. The thin blade slid silently between the target's ribs, and he was able to give a startled, wet gasp before the masked man put his hand over his mouth.

"At least it's a fast death," he whispered before pulling the blade from his heart and letting him drop to the ground to finish bleeding out. He flicked a cloth from his sleeve and wiped the blade. "Or at least I assume it is."

"Hey!"

He'd been able to pick the dead man up by the shoulders before being interrupted, and straightened up. Without bothering to draw his sword quite yet, he turned to face the voice. It was a woman with a bandana on her head and bright red eyes. She was also sparking like a broken electrical outlet.

"Hm. Well, this awkward."
Edited by Steel Cerberus, Feb 19 2015, 11:45 AM.
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[Winterglass]
[June 18, 1009]
[12:01 AM]


This woman could fight.

She couldn't see his smile behind the mask, but he was starting to wonder if the grin was going to split his face open. It had been so long since he'd gotten in a really good fight. The white sleeve of his robe was bloody and he could smell the electric current in the air, but still he continued to smile.

(I remember your family! They served our house faithfully since the beginning, because they were resilient enough to deal with us! Nice to see that some things never change.)

It turned out that she was a were-manectric, quick and resistant to electricity. Despite this, his left hand still crackled with bright blue current, reflecting in his eyes and on the blue ripple pattern in his sword.

(Though, you are trying to kill me, so I suppose that's changed.)

Man and manectric were circling each other when he heard a faint noise, quickly getting louder until he recognized it. He saw the pokemorph's eyes widen just before he heard a thud of two giant talons thumping down behind him as the ice-dragon god growled. He backed into the shadow of Kyurem, taking shelter under the dragon's head and foreclaws. The god-beast tilted its head to look down at him.

You're hurt.

"It's just a bite,"

Kyurem reared to full and bellowed, to which the manectric responded with a much less impressive roar. The thunder dog charged, only to be checked by the ice dragon's rock hard head and thrown into the air. She landed in a snow drift further on, with a crunch. When Kyurem moved to follow, the antagonist raised his sword and touched the flat of the blade on the dragon's leg.

"No no, not her. Don't eat her."

Can I eat them?

All of the noise seemed to have finally woken some of the sleeping individuals in the nearby buildings, and upon getting a look at Kyurem, some of them turned and ran. Not back into their houses, but into the street. Granted, not like a building was going to do much good at this point...

"Yes... you can eat them."
Edited by Steel Cerberus, Feb 20 2015, 03:19 PM.
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[Cerberus Fortress]
[June 18, 1009]
[3:12 PM]


The ancient, crumbling castles of old times were only rarely visited these days, a plain dot on most maps with most of the surrounding area uncharted. Only the most curious trainer or tourist would seek out the old castle ruins, so both man and god felt comfortable in broad daylight while hunkered down among the old stone ruins.

"I find it hard to believe that you don't remember."

I wasn't counting, Kyurem huffed, crouched down and with its head laying on the ground. The ancient walls of the Fortress still stretched up far enough to hide the dragon from sight from a distance, even with the tops starting to crack and crumble away. When the man closed his eyes, he swore he could still hear voices talking as if the great hall was still full.

You seem sad.

"I am... a little," he opened his eyes at the sound of flapping wings getting louder. "It happens."

A murkrow landed near them, eyeing the legendary warily as it hopped closer. The human beckoned, and the bird got close enough where he could take the newspaper it was carrying, and the bird fluttered up onto his shoulder. He flipped it open, and was greeted by the huge headline of a Kyurem attack in Winterglass. "Oh, good, they don't waste time. The answer is five, by the way. You ate five people."

They were delicious.

"Corn?" the murkrow squawked. The bird hopped closer to the man's head and nipped his ear when there was no response, "Corn?"

"Yes, corn," he flinched away from the ear biting, reaching into an inner pocket of his robe and pulling out a handful of corn kernels. The crow pecked at them, leaving the man to struggle with the paper one-handed. To his surprise, the legendary shifted and raised a claw to help, pinching the other end of the paper between two gray claws. The murkrow flattened down, eyes huge and staring at the claw. It came to the conclusion that life was more important than food, and grabbed one last kernel before flying away in a rush. The man looked at the rest of the kernels in his hand, and tossed them out onto the ground for the natives to find when they left.

"I was thinking," he stood, folding the paper, "that it's about time I took back what was rightfully mine."

Oh? the god-beast raised its head, interested. Go on.

"House Cerberus was the greatest world power a thousand years ago. It would have been one of us on that throne if it wasn't for the meteor!" he rolled up the newspaper, brandishing it like a sword. "But... I'm going to change that. I'll take that throne... And then the whole world," he tapped the curious dragon's nose with the paper, "will be ours."



Curon had mentioned at some point that he wanted some kind of site-wide antagonist and was disappointed that there wasn't one. To be honest, there was always one built into the site, I just didn't give them much thought because I didn't want to force anyone into dealing with him. I think I can do it now where people can join anything I plan without being forced to be a part of it.

Anywho, that's it for The Antagonist for now - I'll get up something for him in the current timeline hopefully in the next few weeks, for people to play with. I just figured such a significant event like this should be posted so everyone can know about. This little event is the first time Kyurem has been seen in a hundred years, and the dragon hasn't been seen since. However, anyone who ventures around the North Pole never seems to come back...
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