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Post by Luka on Jan 27, 2005 1:34:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]A place where the fields lead up to mountains, except the mountains never end. They continue upwards out of sight, disappearing into the sky. Snow blows like dust across the fields, and the sky is the purple-black of a thunder cloud’s heart. The roads are rocky and rough, overgrown on the edges with various weeds and vines. You’ll run into a few people, but they will turn you away, if your life has brought you here, you are not fit to speak to. You sense a heavy feeling of malice, hatred, and worthlessness here. A very lonely place...fighting is allowed. [/glow]
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 16:01:36 GMT -5
A man who had rode a motorcycle once now walked along a road, following some instinct that was not primal. Rather, it felt much more like a memory that he could not remember obtaining on his own. Could it belong to another? Such a truth seemed to be the pinnacle of impossible, but then again he had his own fill as of late. To encounter strange people that seemed able to cause death simultaneously. . .taking insignificant numbers away from his servants that could fly through anything.
Buzzing all around him with a hum that could be likened to the funeral dirge of a forgotten man. What drew him to such a depressing place? No one he knew dwelt in this land yet he felt compelled to find something here. Just as he had been compelled to visit that prison. It was only logical for him to think that more power might be found here. Part of a bizarre inheritance even he did not quite understand. . . but took anyway in pursuit of gaining such an understanding of who he was before the bridge.
What few people would have turned him away were instead driven off by his disturbing presence. Not that he was evil, but the company he kept was a little more than unsettling to most living creatures. One of them had tried to drive him off, but was met with stiff resistance that ended with an agonizing death. After that no one came near the man if they saw him. It was like they had seen the death without being there, smelled it on him even though his aroma was like sweet honey.
Converging around him seemed to be this heavy sense that gave off a feeling of malice, hatred, and worthlessness. It was certainly not a place for anyone cheerful or that knew themselves to be a good person. All of it could be a test of some sort left for him from beyond the grave by an unfathomable presence. Someone who must have had a deep connection with the Planet and understood some of its secrets. . .where things were hidden.
Looking up at the sky, he was reminded of his own unnatural eyes and turned away just as quickly while treading on down the path. Now at the foothill of a mountain he began to climb upward with surprising ease. Drawn toward the unknown he continued onward wit determination to face what felt like destiny. Higher and higher he ascended without the use of any seemingly supernatural aid. Other than the fact he was climbing straight up without any aid from equipment let alone some form of difficulty.
Suddenly a cry rang out.
Down from the skies came what must've made the cry and appeared to be birds. But as they grew closer it appeared to be the mix of a human female and a bird. Freakishly beautiful, they seemed to be swooping down toward him like a fresh meal. These creatures would have no name with him, but others might call them Harpies. What happened when they came in close likely surprised the entire flock of about ten. Swooping in for the main course, quick reflexes left the creature impaled a smooth black lance-type weapon which then retracted to let it fall down the mountain.
And it was soon devoured by flying carnivores mid-air.
This enraged the others of course who all came in at once, evening the odds a bit by doing so since insects often lost to birds. For this his other arm came up as if it could deflect the talons easily. Deflecting away the sharp implements was not an arm, but instead a yellow shield that glowed slightly. It had the formation of several small honeycombs. Leaping off from the mountain itself he then clung to one of the birds.
As he did, the man realized he could feel a strange power from within the supernatural fowl. It was incredibly similar to the instinct he had been following this entire journey. Plunging his fist into the body with supernatural strength, he pulled out what looked to be an ore or some type of metal. This object shone slightly with a red light. . .covered in gore of course. Drawing out his weapon again the violet-eyed male pressed it to the outside. Surprise filled his gaze as it actually melded into the weapon.
Now he could feel small power coming from the weapon, not knowing what he had just infused it with at all. Orichalcum: The ultimate metal, created on a phantom continent. Somehow these Harpies had made off with it and come to this despairing place. He then allowed his wings of light to form, pushing off from the falling corpse. Cobier ascended back into battle brandishing his Stinger and shield. With each victory he stole out of the Harpy a fragment of Orichalcum while it still lived. And each time he would infuse it to the Stinger, invariably making it more powerful than when he had faced Dietrich.
Soon they were all dead.
He returned to ascending the mountain until reaching a cavern that was rank with the aroma of Harpy. Proceeding inside as he followed the instinctual drive toward power, he wondered if any other could sense it. But then he brushed the thought aside to search for more artifacts that would empower him further along.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 18:15:52 GMT -5
The moment he got his instructions he thought they were bullshit...or more appropriately, harpie shit. Damn bird-bitches were a pain. Screamin', cryin', hollerin' all up in his face! If they didn't want their feathers ruffled they shoulda stayed out of the way!
Legion stomped through the caverns, everything about him unhappy. If he had the chance to turn around and go home he would, but if daddy wants a weird-ass rock, daddy was gettin' a weird-ass rock! Legion wasn't about to talk back lest he get a hand upside the head.
By now he had gone through nests, holes, every obvious nook and cranny he could think of...but he still couldn't find the damn thing! He found pebbles, particles, lumps and crumblies but no Oritchyem...or whatever it was called. Why were his lists always filled with such difficult words!?
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 18:45:39 GMT -5
Legion might start to get the hint that someone else had started to investigate the caverns for precious artifacts. What might reach him first was faint buzzing echoing off of the walls mixed in with some footsteps. Ones that did not care in the least as to who heard them. Any challanger could come forth to face the one who had cleared out most of the Harpies of this particular elavation of the mountain.
Other nests like this had to exist in the general area somewhere. But for someone who could not fly or had a difficult time climbing, it would be quite the hassle. Soon the aroma, like sweet honey, would waft off in the general direction of this other intruder. What then would possibly follow? A smattering of dialogue & banter worthy of a game that was PSM's game of the year for 1997. Sorry Final Fantasy VII. . . you weren't the winner of that title, as it goes to prove there is some justice in the world.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 19:14:07 GMT -5
The buzzing had reached Legion sure enough, but at first he thought he was just heading into unsavory territory and mistook it for flies. Then the smell reached him.
THE SMELL. REACHED HIM.
By now his neat, stylish clothes were scuffed, torn or dirtied with something unmentionable. His silver hair was grimy. He looked like a Dante that had been dragged through the mud and trampled in a Hannah Montana mosh pit. The moment that particular scent tickled his nostrils he doubled over, his fists shaking with fury as the thought of something else going wrong clanged around in the gears of his mind.
"WHAT IS THAT SMEEEELLLLLLLL!?"
The angry shriek echoed harshly off the walls, the loud sound dislodging a few smaller, more natural birds in the area.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 19:33:44 GMT -5
He had just been about to lean over to check something the Auto-Jager had missed. Embeded into the wall with just a tiny tip poking out. Likely it had only been overlooked since he had come to search for one metal instead of another. This one blended in more with the natural aesthetic.
BUT. AT LAST. THE SMELL. HAD REACHED HIM.
"Who's asking?"
Some male voice echoed back with a somewhat arrogant swagger to it, likely secretly 'giddy' about having made his primary weapon that much stronger. The fact it had been an angry skriek questioning what could have been a vacant area made it seem rather laughable. Just nearly enough to make the man in primarily black & yellow, to laugh. But it fell short of the mark, so only a vague smirk of smarmy might be awaiting Legion. If anything, the man might jealous of how cool their name actually was in truth.
Boot heels continued to make noises, sometimes cracking half-decayed bones of old victims.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 20:12:30 GMT -5
The fact that there was an ACTUAL REPLY to his angry yell made him whip around and nearly slip in a puddle of something nasty.
'What the hell!?' he thought to himself. 'Someone's here!? IS THAT SMELL COMING FROM THEM!? WHAT THE HELL! Why would someone fart in a place like this, it only makes it worse!'
"JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING!?" came another shout as Legion stomped toward the source of the voice.
He was deep inside the cavern so it took some time, a couple harpies stupidly getting in his way. Unluckily for them, Legion loved to eat birds, so he Pac'd onward. Maybe that was the reason why he never found any stones...he had eaten them all. His Daddy Dearest had told him the Harpies themselves possessed the stones so he had searched each mangled corpse the best he could but still came up empty. Despite how many enemies he had devoured though, his hunger remained the same. His killing lust had grown too, so much that he hadn't even used his Spear once yet.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 20:47:22 GMT -5
"You don't like the smell of honey? No wonder you smell like you're covered in tweetie-pies."
The voice replied as he also continued walking toward the voice, but at a steady pace of someone not so un-cool. Yelling about the aroma that was sweet like honey. It truly was! A true shrimp-head it to such a thing say, as one overly wise but bass-ackwards talking lawn gnome would say. In fact the scent Legion so detested for its sweetness only intensified as he gre closer to the one known as Cobier.
Right now he looked totally unarmed & unescorted, for the source of that buzzing sound remained out of sight for now. The Auto-Jagar could simply continue on believing they were just flies. Ones drawn here by that scent, since it was so easy to catch them that way.
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 21:21:55 GMT -5
"Honey my ASS." the Auto growled out as he continued along, spitting out a stray feather that stuck to his lips.
Emerging from around a corner, Legion stopped cold in his tracks, coming face-to-face with the source of the voice and smell.
"And I'M the one who's askin'! I don't appreciate people barging in when I'm tryin' to take care of business!"
". . ."
He was quiet for a second, "But it smells like you're the one who took care of some business before me, if you know what I mean!"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 21:45:15 GMT -5
"Looks like your business was dirtier, if you know what I mean."
He said as his eyes ran over their ragged appearance, in a non-sexual way. It was merely the glance needed to try seeing if they had any special weapons. Even after he was done, the Hornet Commander seemed to hold suspicion in his eyes. Not for the way his possible opponent looked, dressed or even for the feather he had seen spit out. But rather it was a feeling of primal instnct that baser lifeforms recieved when near something dangerous.
"Care to explain what exactly I'm barging in on? I've got my own business here."
At first glance he looked more like he was waiting for a bus than just an answer. Perhaps he didn't expect them to start a fight for carrying such a casual attitude. Cobier's tone conveyed that he just wanted to get whatever was going to happen over with, merely to move on to his next objective. Not another thing likely mattered to those violent violet eyes. Beautiful but cold at the very same time with their emotion of disinterest.
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Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 2:10:29 GMT -5
"You're bargin' in in my BUSINESS is what you're bargin' in on! Steppin' on my corner! Crowdin' my stall! Blockin' my path! Cloggin' the pipes! Stealin' the inventory! Gettin' - In - The - Way!"
He crossed his arm and shook his head, "And I just won't have it. Not on today of all days!"
"I got me some jewel hunting to do and there's no way in Hell that I'm going to let you get in the way! I was here first. This is where the big one is...and that big one is MINE!"
He gazed down at Cobier as if he were gazing down at a whipped dog. His own eyes weren't that far off in shade from the Bee-King's but they lacked one distinct feature. The light of life. Besides anger and general all-around hate, Legion's eyes were dull. Sure they tracked movement, but something dark in their depths made it look unsettling. Especially since his pupils never seemed to dilate or shift like other's eyes would.
Or, you know, maybe he was just really, really high right now.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 2:22:32 GMT -5
Listening to the explanatory rant seemed to almost put Cobier through actual physical pain in some untrue way. Perhaps if Legion stuck with it he could bore the Horrornet to death. Until thn he would have to endure the rather arrogant personality. And for the record he was no bee-king. . .niether bees nor Hornets ever kept a patriarch. Queens were the only royalty that was actually involved at all.
"You're too late for any jewelery, busybody. I collected it all from the Harpies on the way in before I finished them off. So since your job is done, you can just go home now."
His gaze showed the disinterested eyes of someone who had beaten their opponent before knowing any competition even existed. To fight someone that was just plain behind the ball on things. What a complete waste of time that could be spent elsewhere. Cobier didn't mention the difference between their methods in case other Harpies were still in the area. Whatever this person was that had dull eyes, he didn't feel like letting them accomplish an objective that required such a powerful metal.
Doomsday devices were a big no-no.
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Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 2:59:10 GMT -5
Cobier's words seemed to shock Legion with physical pain in a very true way.
"Wh-what!? Collected them all!? Impossible! It's impossible to collect them all!"
His breathing was rapid now, his chest rising and falling, stopping for only a second as he coughed up some more feathers. "H-how can this be? How did you collect them? Do you have to jump on their head? Because I've just been eating them all this time..." He looked down at his shaky, bloody hands.
"I went ALL THE WAY to the back of this damn place searching high and low, devouring all in the way...and it's for NOTHING!? I'M STILL HUNGRY! I ONLY FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN SNACKING ON NUGGEEEETSSSS!!"
Understandably or not, Legion was pretty deep into his ragin'. With his hips thrust in front of him, his shoulders leaned back, his hands balled into fists and his best angry-werewolf howling pose activated--oxygen-laced blood trickled into his brain.
"Hold the boat, cowboy..." His grey eyes slid in Cobier's direction. "You say...you collected them all?"
"Then that means...what I gotta do...is collect YOU!"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 3:18:17 GMT -5
Laughter trickled out from Cobier's lips at their maddened rant about being unable to locate the powerful ore. The item must have been more precious than his first instincts had led him to believe earlier. It had been by sheer fluke he even disovered how to collect it from those Harpies at all. He didn't even know what it was called, only that he had been destined to find it. Not some hald-dead, brain-dead, dull-eyed guy with anger issues up the wazoo. It was probably for that reason alone he regarded them with the very same disregard he had shown a young man-pretty floss-boy.
"Collect this, busybody."
With irony behind that same statement, the deadly stinger emerged from the black-gloved arm in the very same style as a Methuselah blade. It appeared to be about an entire foot in length at the moment, still resembling a lance-type weapon. Now giving off a slightly red glow, from having been infused with the Orichalcum earlier. But Legion could not know that & thusly think it was the normal appearance.
And not a doubt remained, it was on as Cobier awaited attack.
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Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 3:33:51 GMT -5
And what Cobier didn't know was that Legion had been om noming the Orichalcum without knowing it. What effect it would have on him though was unknown. Although the Auto had experience eating rocks this was a totally different kind.
"Them's fightin' words..."
He gazed at the large stinger and smirked, his lips curling back in a sneering grin. "What're you gonna do? GLOW me to death with that thing?"
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