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| Topic Started: Nov 27 2010, 12:33 PM (204 Views) | |
| Fonos | Nov 27 2010, 12:33 PM Post #1 |
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There was a long pause, before a curt voice cut into the dim silence saying, “That’s quite enough. If you can’t revive the Tuffle, then I can always find someone else to handle it. You have three days.” There was another long pause, before once more, the cold, hard voice entered the dim, shadowy air: “I don’t care how long you think it will take for you to revive him. You have three days. If I don’t see sufficient progress by then, your contract will be terminated. I trust you remember the terms of our agreement?” There was a much shorter pause, and the man replied with a simple, “Good,” and there was a small chirp as the communication was disconnected. “Fucking idiots,” he muttered, before stepping out of the shadows. On Planet Earth, his first appearance would incite a bit of nervousness if not outright revolt and attack, thinking him the very demon of their nightmares, returning once more to torment the Sinners of the Planet: Lucifer, better known as Satan. But no, this man is not that man, if he does or ever did even exist; this alien that now headed for a metallic entryway may have bore some resemblance to the ancient Angel, but was unrelated as far as he knew, from these stories. This was Fonos, an intergalactic mercenary that at once served under multiple organizations at war with one another, reaping the gains from in between. He shuffled his jacket off, muttering curses about the idiocy of genius, and showed off the reason he was assumed to be Lucifer come again: two great, feathery wings of an ashen quality rose up, about twelve feet in diameter. Fonos gave a loud sigh of appreciation and stopped for a moment, letting his abused wings get some well-earned air; they flapped slightly, opening up his secondary’s and letting a bit of down float around the room haphazardly, not that he cared; he’d just pay someone to clean it up for him. The Fallen, as he’d grown oddly used to being called, bided his time. He knew something would happen soon. He’d watched the specimen himself and was shocked at the well-preserved condition Galactic Intelligence Corp had kept it in. Not quite as good as Universal Technologies which he had, until recently, used as a holding ground for the Tuffle, but good enough that progress was almost bound to occur. But the nervousness of this made him wonder: what sort of knowledge did this… thing… have to offer? He had heard rumors of a being such as this one. It had been tied in with select few other beings, all of immense power and skill, and most of which scattered across the stars, ignored by the general public for a long time. Even still, this child, this Baby, as the rumors said his name was, did not have nearly the kind of strength of them. In fact, Fonos himself rivaled it at the height of its reign. So how had it managed to defeat foes of such innumerable strength? Surely with the brute force of his buddies, but he wasn’t a servant by far; he was as well known, or perhaps even more so, than that of Android Thirteen, Goten, or King Cold. These thoughts consumed his waking moments; was he a master of strategy? Was he actually stronger than the others and merely never showed it except when he killed? Did he have the power to absorb others, like the bio android, Cell? A muscle worked in the Fallen’s jaw. The date had been set. In three days, he would know everything about Baby or else all would pay the price. He was growing sick of waiting. He would kill all in this “scientific community” if results didn’t soon appear. “Some days, you’d think scientists were the ones who didn’t know things.” An almost philosophical sigh, and a grin at the irony of his statement. “But then again, not everyone’s had the luck to serve under Grand Kai for…” a pause. He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again and spoke, in a soft, intimate voice. “Well, damn. Maybe I should consider working for him again, if only out of habit.” He opened the door to his apartment, and stepped out into the blinding light of the Sun, and kicked off right there, letting himself soar high into the skies; he said one last thing, but at the speed he was going, nobody could really make out what had been uttered, though one person claimed to have heard him say, “if he’d only have me.” Word Count: 768 Total Word Count: 768 |
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| Fonos | Nov 28 2010, 10:06 PM Post #2 |
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Three days later, like clockwork, he arrived at the center of Galactic Intelligence Corp. At least, the section that took place on Earth, that is. The swift double doors hissed shut behind him after entering the main entrance. The Fallen stepped casually over the tiled floor, making barely a sound as he made his way leisurely towards the elevator. Across his back was a sword strap, holding a sheath. Within that sheath was the blade his old master had once worn. It was a shame she died, but he would make good use of the weapon. It seemed to have a great deal of untapped potential within it. Every time he held it, a wave of energy flew into him, instilling him with power he hadn’t felt since he’d worked for the great Kai himself. He smiled at the memory of the first time he held it, while subconsciously walking the familiar pathway down to the Tuffle Chamber Room. As he reached it, he could immediately tell something was wrong. All of the lights were off, and fluid oozed from beneath the slightly ajar door. Hesitant about what he would find, the Fallen opened the door and whistled softly, looking around. The place was completely destroyed. The screen with which vitals were managed was punched, and a hole was seen straight through to the other side, and electrical sparks went off every few seconds. In the center of the room lay a body covered in congealed blood. He got on his knees and looked closer at it to find it was the scientist leading the group of the Revival. He studied at the body for a moment before getting back to an upright position. There were trail marks everywhere of the greenish goo that was so commonly found in rejuvenation tanks. Glass was everywhere, and holes were in the walls, possibly from the glass slamming back at all angles from the tube. This was plausible as the tube was demolished. The top of it was intact, as the bottom, but the middle simply did not exist anymore. It was as if a force had pushed against it at all angles and made it break from the inside. After looking at the damage for almost a minute, the alien found his voice. “Well. Seems Baby is fixed. Guess I better go find him.” And just like that, he nonchalantly walked back out of the room; on the way, he grabbed a small scouter from the table and clipped it on. Pushing the small, red button at the back of it, he activated the mechanical wonder, and searched around, figuring his power to be somewhere around 3,000 or 4,000 power considering degeneration from lack of use. Locking on several people around that strength near West City, he went off after him. Word Count: 469 Total Word Count: 1,237 |
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| Fonos | Nov 30 2010, 06:32 PM Post #3 |
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After his distraction in the park on the outskirts of the city, Fonos took his scouter back out of his pocket and began walking away from the pair for a bit, before pulling out his wings and leaping into the sky, placing the Power Level Detector on his face and clipping it into place. After it beeped back on, he continued west for a few seconds, only to find that the power levels that he had felt at the beginning of his trip were all but gone. He hesitated, wondering if his experiment had died in what had most likely been a brawl over by Earth. But instead, he found himself shocked to realize that one of the powers, somewhere hovering near 4,000 Power Level, had started flying directly to the base of operations. There was a moment of silence from the Fallen as he floated in the air, flapping his wings occasionally as he considered the likelihood that the Tuffle had returned back to his birthplace for whatever reason. After an instant, he decided – whether or not it was the android, finding out what that mysterious figure was would do him good, so off he flew, back where he came from. He internally sighed. The only good that had come out of this so far was that he’d actually gotten into a worthwhile fight, something that hadn’t happened since he’d challenged the Turtle Hermit himself. It hadn’t gone well for him, either. A shadow pain ached in the back of his shoulder where he’d felt the foot fly through time and connect with him again. Shaking the hair out of his head for better visibility, he wondered whether he were strong enough for a retry. He’d heard the Hermit was much stronger than most – it was rumored among some that he could reach 100,000 Power or more – but that was doubtful. Surely it had diminished over the centuries; he was senile in his old age, after all. Just as his thoughts came to a close, a small building came into view, made of grayish brick and shale on the roof. Across the top in bold letters were: Experimental Bioengineering. Underneath, in smaller letters read, “Inquire Inside.” The building itself appeared only a modest, one story flat, because all of the business happened underground. Landing on the roof, he quickly snapped his wings back into place and picked up his discarded jacket, slipping it on casually. He then walked down to the door leading into the edifice. Fonos took a slow, deep breath before walking inside. Word Count: 426 Total Word Count: 1,663 |
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