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| Tehran'he Vs Chill; Alliance Gem Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 20 2010, 08:10 PM (154 Views) | |
| Fonos | Nov 20 2010, 08:10 PM Post #1 |
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Tehran’he grabbed her Gem of Telepathy, trying to ignore her surroundings. It was dark, and slimy. Most of Hell actually didn’t look like this, but this was a place where she could train by herself, without other imbeciles trying to get her help in some plan of escaping or whatever other whorish plan they have. But now, as she entered the realm, she arrived in the complete opposite of what she’d just left. It was a long, wide, tiled room that seemed to stretch on endlessly into the distance. Turning slowly, the changeling saw a pair of hourglasses with what appeared to be an open room between them. She started to walk towards it, before realizing that she felt stronger. A lot stronger, in fact. “Whoa.” The voice echoed in the great expanse. She slowly powered up to her max, and awaited her opponent, mildly curious as to if her grown potential had to do with the locations or if it was merely because of her training while in Hell. Word Count: 170 Total Word Count: 170 |
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| Kagetane Hiruko | Nov 20 2010, 08:34 PM Post #2 |
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Sitting behind his desk in his office at the GIC headquarters, Chill enjoyed yet another fine glass of wine. Gazing at the stars beyond his large window. It had been a while since he had last been on his homeplanet, planet Frieza. He wondered how everything was going up there, for he had almost forgotten how it looked like, or how it felt to stand upon the vast mountains of ice and snow. He didn't even remember how his own house looked like. But now he had earth, his new homeplanet, a planet where he was equally feared and reveared as on his homeplanet, a planet filled with opportunity and profit. While almost falling asleep, he suddenly saw a shimmering light in one of the drawers of his desk. A feint pulsating red light compelled him to open that drawer, pulling out a small chain with a glowing red gem hanging from it. It seemed it was yet again time to prove his worth in the astral realm. He had been up there quite a few times now, some times he won, yet other times he was glad that it was only an image of him that went up there. Clenching his hand around the gem and focusing his mind, he slowly got into a trance, transporting his essence to the astral realm, where his opponent would be waiting for him. As he entered the astral realm, he noticed the brightness of it. A large room with no walls he could see, but the endless white void stretching far beyond the horizon. In front of him, maybe about a decent twenty feet away, he could see two hourglasses with in between them another changeling, one he recognise but all too well. "Well well, fancy that. Tehran'he, to meet you of all people. I surely thought you were killed by that arrogant bastard Tapion, or I must've been mistaken, hahaha," the tyrant Chuckled as he slowly walked closer, his face still covered with a silver mask and his body covered in black robes. Yet, his armor was different and for Tehran'he perhaps recognisable as the entire outfit of the former United Alliance. wc: 364 |
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| Fonos | Nov 20 2010, 08:54 PM Post #3 |
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“Well, well; fancy that.” The changeling visibly winced at the sound of the changeling she had hoped to never again see. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she turned around to face him. Chill had a look of scornful amusement plastered upon his face. She could feel he’d grown in power yet again; not nearly as aggressively high as the last time, but still noticeable. “Tehran'he, to meet you of all people. I surely thought you were killed by that arrogant bastard Tapion, or I must've been mistaken. Ha ha ha.” The changeling barely registered what he’d said, but the trained eye could have seen a small tic in the upper right corner of her eye work for a short instant. He’d gotten to her with that comment, clearly. Her aura, which had been politely hidden, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, giving off its slow whooshing sound in its endless loop. Within moments, it became white noise, for she had noticed his attire. Chill wore the same colors as he always did – a silvery sheen that seemed to gloss over him, and a black that was so dark so as to appear blue, most likely used to impress and intimidate. But he’d had it made in the same design as that of the United Alliance, one of the factions she’d fought in the Great Syn-Valkyra War. She suddenly smiled at the irony of the Alliance not even being in the name. But still, she could tell that he knew she recognized the armor he wore, and had the distinct impression that if it had been anyone else he’d be fighting, he would have changed his clothing. “Chill,” she said slowly. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She took a step closer, analyzing the way he stood. It was calm; relaxed even. It threw her. Chill didn’t even consider her a threat. “Well informed as always. But of course, always with the crucial bit of information missing. Yes, he did kill me. But did you find out what happened in actuality?” She waited a brief moment – long enough to give the impression of looking for an answer, but short enough so he couldn’t give one, before continuing, “Of course not. He fell, Chill. He went insane, trying to take me down. You’ve lost. He’s completely under my control now, and with me gone…” she grinned. More than enough of an answer. “Good luck stopping him. I heard he’s gotten even faster. But I can see you haven’t.” With that, she rushed towards him, using every bit of speed within her arsenal, and pulled out a small blade that she’d created from her mind. It wasn’t anything like her Misthiti Mou, but it wasn’t like she could go back to the stadium and grab it. She sliced down at him several times, in a seemingly crazy attitude, but with the precision of one who knows exactly what to do with what’s given to them. Left, right, leap and behind. She continued. Finally, the changeling backed off, and wiped sweat from her brow. There was no way he’d managed to keep up with her; this technique, she’d learned in Hell; while she thought villains focused on speed, it turned out that in fact Tapion had been in the minority. Most heroes had focused on strength instead. Double Zanzoken + Speed Teleport + Mortoseth Shadow Assault [Speed = 65,190] Word Count: 550 Total Word Count: 720 |
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| Kagetane Hiruko | Nov 20 2010, 09:28 PM Post #4 |
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Chill started to laugh lightly, not sounding intimidating or diabolically insane as most of the times, no, this time it was a laughter that came forth out of amusement. It seemed that Tehran'he was just as cocky and selfcentered as ever before, and as always underestimated both Chill and his intelligence network. "My poor little Tehran'he, as always you so obviously underestimate me. Did you really think you were the first to know about his condition? No my dear, it was I who first knew of the existance of a darker being within his very soul," Chill replied to the female changeling's fiery speech. "There are so many things you do not understand, nor could ever comprehend. Like for instance the war, such an unsightly barbaric way to prove one's superiority. How could you, as general of the esteemed elite Blizzard devision, made out of the finest specimens of our race, lose against such lowlife creatures as the Valkyrie?" He laughed again, on such a friendly tone it would most likely sound rather strange. Chill did feel kind of amused, for it had been to long since he could toy with the feeble mind of Tehran'he again. He simply relished the fact that he knew as much or even more about the things she had experienced. He loved to see her break, to torment her with every little detail about her past, but for now this seemingly had to wait, as the female changeling went in the offense, already showing off her insane speed...yet also forgetting that the one she faced was not the same as long ago. At an unimaginary speed, she rushed towards him, her blade held firm in her hands. Chill needed not to think about what could've happened if her attack would actually strike him, yet ofcourse, he did not think about it anyway, as he simply vanished and reappeared behind her, while leaving nothing but an image of himself to be cut in half. "Seems you got a bit slow, my dear. Should I call a physisist to look after you? Just tell me where your body lies and I'll send him for you, hahaha." He stretched out his arm and laughed again, so friendly and so light, yet if she would listen carefully, she would know that he was just getting started. As in a wide swipe through the air, Chill send off an invisible cutting beam towards her, hoping this could aggrevate her just a bit more. wc: 424 Zanzoken/dodge spd:77394 |
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| Fonos | Nov 20 2010, 11:07 PM Post #5 |
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The changeling spun on her heel and listened to the other, Chill. Somehow, he’d managed to fly past her; it hadn’t been too fast; she’d watched him blast past her, but had been unable to do anything about it. And yet, she had the distinct feeling that he’d been that slow specifically for her to see that he’d become faster. She spat darkly into the ground, and held her ground as he threw truth after truth at her – things nobody should know but her and a select other few. But he’d figured it out somehow and was relishing showing how little of her past was really hidden. “My poor little Tehran'he, as always you so obviously underestimate me. Did you really think you were the first to know about his condition? No my dear, it was I who first knew of the existence of a darker being within his very soul. “There are so many things you do not understand, nor could ever comprehend. Like for instance the war, such an unsightly barbaric way to prove one's superiority. How could you, as general of the esteemed elite Blizzard division, made out of the finest specimens of our race, lose against such lowlife creatures as the Valkyrie?” She started at this revelation. The BD. She hadn’t even thought about them in weeks. What would become of them? A flash of fear shot through her eyes. Had Chill silenced them? If he did, there was nothing she could do about it yet, but some day she would finish him – some day she would force him back into the moldy, blackened cor4ner that he’d been birthed from. But even in her head they sounded hollow, fake. She was dead. He was alive. He was superior in every way to her. And he knew… everything. But clearly, even that wasn’t enough. Almost as an afterthought, he threw his most biting comment her way: “Seems you got a bit slow, my dear. Should I call a physicist to look after you? Just tell me where your body lies and I'll send him for you, ha ha ha.” She swallowed slowly. The laugh was full of happiness and promise, but yet layered behind it was a heavily veiled threat. She was being dared to prove herself, and she would do so, not that she thought it was enough now. Though she hated to admit it, over time, she was breaking. In her hellish cage that would encompass the remainder of her days, she would remain, and he would be free to ruin anything that she deemed great and good and would raise up all things she hated, simply to spite. A single tear started to form in her eye, but she refused to let it fall. If nothing else, she would try and keep her dignity. “Prove it then.” The voice was small, thing, weedy. But it was. “Prove you can stop me. Prove you can finish me. Prove… you can be better.” Her eyes stared at a single crack in the tile before her, and would not look up. But she knew he’d heard her, could sense his reaction. The only question was when he would decide to reply and in what form. For the answer, of course, was obvious. Word Count: 545 Total Word Count: 1000+ |
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| Kagetane Hiruko | Nov 20 2010, 11:42 PM Post #6 |
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“Prove it then.” The voice was small, thing, weedy. But it was. “Prove you can stop me. Prove you can finish me. Prove… you can be better,” the female changeling said, almost in a whisper. It slightly shocked Chill, to see the changeling, whom he had mostly seen as a cocky, arrogant and almost narcisistic warrior, now crumble before him. The masquerade seemed to end, her fragile soul being poured out. My dear, dear Tehran'he. Why do you ask that from me, this is such a pity. You know I dont have to prove it, you know I dont need to show you my power," Chill sighed, "We both know I AM better than you." The changeling tyrant loved this moment, for there was so much he could do, but he decided there was no longer a point in holding off the inevitable. "I will tell you all that I know, I will tell you everything you wanted and needed to know from the start." Chill slowly came closer towards the female changeling, his eyes behind the mask, so hollow and without a single speck of what could be called an emotion. He had changed, drastically, as if he was no longer himself, but something more. Something darker, more powerful and yes, even more fearsome, for sometimes it is not insanity that scares people, but sanity. "Let's talk about Frost first, shall we? It is he who you follow, it is he who you so much admire and serve even if death might follow. What if I told you that he assasinates all who grow stronger than him, that he used me to eliminate dozens of changeling families, both royal and common of blood." His boot now stood on the cracked tile upon which Tehran'he was gazing, he looked at her, almost feeling sorry for how pitiful she looked. "Then again, who am I to judge Frost. Now on another matter, you fought at the side of Syn, Legions upon legions of their soldiers died in that rediculous war, while if I am not mistaken the saiyan traitor Seta fought in the same army. Your dear prince Frieza on the other hand joined forces with those despicable Valkyrie and well the United Alliance, let's say they just enjoyed the massacre. Ithrust you've seen Nemesis, hmm?" he laughed again, friendly, yet completely neutral, while he stepped closer yet again. "Syn was utterly defeated, Rath was almost invaded if it werent for the death of Liquea, yet still many wonder what happened. Nemesis is dead, Liquea is dead, the Valkyrie retreated, but still..." Chill now stood next to the female changeling, his gloved hand slithered accross her throat, his fingertips ending at the top of her chin. "Do you know with whom she talked during those moments neither you nor Seta were allowed to enter the conference room. Do you know who created that brilliant lock that changes it's thirteen digit code every three minutes, do you know who really controls Rath and its legions?" Just as his mask came close to her ear, a single word escaped in silence; "...me...". His hand rose quicly, snapping towards her neck in a swift, yet meticulously aimed strike. wc: 558 twc: 1346 |
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| Fonos | Nov 21 2010, 03:36 PM Post #7 |
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Tehran’he tightened her lips at his tone. It was one part shock, one part pleasure, and one part regret. It was as if he’d finally gotten what he’d been looking for since he met her, but now that he had it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it or not. Weird. But his words still came pouring forth, hitting her over and over, worse than any punch he’d ever given her. Even at his absolute strongest. First he explained about Lord Frost. It explained why he’d been so interested in her from the start. He’d seen her potential, had wanted to hone it, and break it, to make sure she never betrayed him. It also explained why Chill continually stalked her – just in case her loyalties wavered. Not that it mattered anymore. But he didn’t stop there, after insulting one of the only people she still had respect for; no, he went on to taunt her greatest failure in her life: joining forces with Nemesis. She looked him in the eye, a flash of her fire back. She knew she’d failed, but not because of herself, but because of Frieza being a lying backstabber. “Yes, I knew Nemesis,” she muttered through clenched teeth. But he didn’t seem to notice her response but finished, slowly walking closer to her. “Do you know with whom she talked during those moments neither you nor Seta were allowed to enter the conference room. Do you know who created that brilliant lock that changes it's thirteen digit code every three minutes, do you know who really controls Rath and its legions?” He now stood directly next to her, annoyingly just two or three inches taller, forcing her to raise her chin the slightest bit to look at him. “…me…” As the voice hissed into silence, a powerful backhand slap flew at her neck, cracking against the side of it and making her fall to her knees, her eyes swimming. She could have blocked it, she knew, but he’d absorbed her with his words, his torturous, traitorous words. She stood there on her knees, clutching her neck which now pulsed slightly faster. With an extreme force of will, her face contorted into what she hoped looked like her old smirk. “And I suppose you planted those tablets in the temples on Rath as well? You don’t have any clue what’s going on in that world. I, however, can tell you with an honestly straight face that you have been diseased.” She pulled away her neck; it was bloody. Getting to her feet, she continued, mumbling slightly so he’d have to lean closer to hear. “I have a rare condition that could end my life, due to over usage of my aura; I’m not entirely sure how I got it, but it’s transmitted through blood.” She nodded her head to Chill’s hand, which now had her blood on it. “I think it’s safe to say we now share more than simply the same race, don’t you?” She had no idea if any of this was true, but she was certain Chill knew even less; he would have mentioned otherwise. And if she could throw him off balance, then she’d come out the victor, no matter who pummeled who. Word Count: 541 |
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| Kagetane Hiruko | Nov 21 2010, 04:14 PM Post #8 |
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His eyes widened behind his mask, shaking wildly in their sockets, while greenish bloodveins became clear inside those black eyes. He stepped back, his eyes fixed upon the blood that trickled through his gloves. "A disease...you dared to try and pass over some filthy disease. How dare you, how dare you?" The tyrant yelled, as he stepped back even further. Suddenly he laughed, "That would've been my reaction if I wasn't wearing gloves, hahaha." "You can't stop me Tehran'he, you will never be able to stop me. When I am done, Frieza will have burned to the ground, the changelings extinct and all that will be left, is Frost's head on a stake in my trophy room." Chill crept closer to the female changeling again, his voice again as it was minutes before, "My dear, you talk about secrets on Rath, but you forget that I know more than you can even comprehend about Rath. Because that will be the place where the Adjudicator will fall to the hands of the Envyncar." The end "Now then, let me show you what I have learned in these past months," the tyrant said, as he walked a bit further. He started to grunt deeply, as his muscles bulked up to their maximum size, while two rings of dark energy appeared around his wrists. His aura flared up high, in such an eruption that both hourglasses shattered in an instant. Black electricity started to crackle all around him. The aura started to grow large and larger every second, while it took on the form of something Tehran'he would've never seen before. The creature created by the aura started to spread two massive wings and as two pair of green eyes appeared inside the darkness of the creature created by Chill's black aura, the fallen tyrant threw his arms forward. Two beams spiraled and intertwined into one massive beam, coarsing through the dense air towards the female changeling, while it made a sound she would be rather familiar with; the sound of a thousand tortured souls screaming endlessly for mercy and in agony. "I hope this proves my point, hahaha!" the tyrant laughed as he watched his massive attack rush towards the female changeling. wc: 402 twc: 1748 |
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