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| It's A Hard Knock Life; (Medium Quest (Walid and Raphael) | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 13 2014, 09:24 PM (399 Views) | |
| Walid | Aug 13 2014, 09:24 PM Post #1 |
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The Avatar of War
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After leaving a town which seemed like something straight out of a horror story, the duo continued the path to hopefully find their friends. What seemed like a matter hours was starting to feel like days for the pink haired Zaunite. He hated to admit that his comrade was right. He didn’t have the slightest clue where they were going. He didn’t even know where they were at. Since his senses usually got stronger when he was lost, Walid began to sniff the air. Instead of finding a trail that lead to their friends though, all he got was polluted air. He started to cough and began to say something. No matter how hard he tried though, his lungs wouldn’t allow him the chance. Finally he finished and panted as he spoke. “Okay maybe we’re a little lost,” the warrior said while letting out little coughs. Suddenly as he took one more step forward, a black cloud of smog started to move and revealed a town behind it. Thinking that they needed a break from walking around, Walid began to run towards the city. When he passed a sign that said “Tidermoore, Where Dreams Come True” he felt something was off. There were people walking around, but had sad looks on their faces. I wonder what their problem is. The warrior took a few more steps into the city and noticed a line of posters on them. Each one had a child’s face and a set price for them. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Faint images of his past began to appear in his mind. Images were he was tossed off to people because of his strange wilderness instincts. While he wanted to go on a rampage, he also thought that it was too soon to jump to conclusion. First he needed to find someone and ask them. Luckily for him there was a woman, who looked to be only a couple years older than himself, walking by him. “Hey you, Human,” he said, with rage beginning to rise, “What’s the meaning of this, are people auctioning off these kids?” The only response that the warrior received was the woman bursting into tears and running off. He wondered if it was his tone until he remembered that others were upset. Maybe it wasn’t what he thought and he had just made things worse for someone he didn’t even know. “Any ideas on what’s going on Raphael?” the Zaunite asked his comrade, “I feel like I’m lost again.” Walid also didn’t want to admit it, but felt like his comrade was much wiser than him. He felt like if he began to look for answers, he would be as lost as he was in the woods. If he was going to get to the bottom of things, he would need the help of his ally. WC: 470 Quest: 470/4,200 |
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| Raphael | Aug 16 2014, 09:49 AM Post #2 |
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Antillesian Judicator
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“Where exactly is that base of your’s? I’d like to think that this isn’t the most common of occurrences, yet sadly I bet that this has happened before.” Raphael sarcastically poked at his ally. The duo had just fought their way through a town of death and despair, yet some how came up on a town filled with life. It was a small town, but very large in life. The avatar could feel the strong resonations of everyone’s soul wavelength. Each one just as lively as the last. Entering the city, Raphael could feel that Walid was becoming frustrated and concerned. Everyone around was either sad or content. It was quite the odd mixture. “Calm down, my friend. These posters aren’t for auctions. They are rewards… These kids are missing.” His words aimed to console and comfort his comrade’s anger, yet it had no effect. The faces of the children had struck some sort of chord with Walid, a deep emotional one. “I take it you’d like to see if we could find them? It really wouldn’t be that hard. Plus, I’m pretty sure we aren’t too far away from the others. Let’s find them then get to your lost base…Now just give me a moment to feel around” Feel around was Raphael’s way of saying that he wished to meditate. He wanted to lock in on the children’s wavelength and find them as fast possible. “I’ll sit over here on the curb. Feel free to look around while I’m searching through various life essences. IF there is any sense of trouble to you DO NOT hesitate to alert me. It won’t be ME to respond, but Gygesse will take over until I mentally return. I’ll probably need about an hour. Be patient.” His instructions were laid out as clearly as he could thrown them down as he made his way over to the closest curb. “Excuse me” He repeated over and over as he approached a decent location to meditate. He then dropped to the ground crossing his legs and locking his fists together as a bridge in front of his chest. His breath began to slow, almost halting, and his eyes closed slowly. Complete relaxation was being called upon. Moments later his own soul rose above the city. The avatar could see each strand of life weaving each and every human to the planet. It was a beautiful sight to behold, yet he was the only person in existence, that he knew of, that could experience it. Now where are those children? Where…. Where… Where. His thoughts repeated over and over as he flew around following each strand. This quest took him far off from his body and the city to a small desolate forest. Within it, stood only a handful of souls. This should be it, but I can’t get closer. He had reached the limit of his own power. It had been ages since he last exercised this power, and it showed. The one fool proof method of finding anyone in the world was limited to a few miles. Gygesse, move towards my location if you can hear me. Meanwhile, his body was sitting peacefully back in the city. The pedestrians seemed to be a bit upset that some random tourist was just sitting on the sidewalk, yet they did nothing about. Most of which didn’t even raise a word. “Sir?........ Sir?...... Sir!?” a man started to shout while poking his almost lifeless body. “You can’t just sit here. You’re in everyone’s way!” his volume continued to raise. “Move on, you don’t quite understand the situation right now. Trust that I couldn’t be anymore out of your way than I am now… So please, move along.” Gygesse’s strong feminine voice struck the man in an ever so passive aggressive manner. She didn’t like to speak to any member of the human race, not because she was not from here, but because she had Raphael to do the speaking for her. She enjoyed being nothing more than a voice in a Zaunite’s mind. Even when she was a personified god, she avoided speaking. She was much more of a silent woman. While all this was happening, Walid was… WC: 776 Quest: 1,246 / 4,200 |
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| Walid | Aug 19 2014, 04:36 AM Post #3 |
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The Avatar of War
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The warrior from Laerys thought that it was strange that children were on posters like wanted criminals. He thought that it would just make people pass by solely on that fact. Regardless though, he decided to do what his comrade told him and wait patiently for whatever he needed to do. Walid stood still, keeping an eye on the town and after a while of doing nothing, he was bored. He needed to do something or he would go crazy. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a duo of humans who looked like wanted felons. I probably shouldn’t judge by looks alone. After he watched them walk passed him, he then saw as they went towards a building. He heard two knocks and then noticed a little opening in the door. There were then tiny whispers coming from their mouths, but the warrior’s acute hearing picked it up. It was a password for something, the question was for what? The pink haired Zaunite looked back at Raphael to see what his ally was doing and then slowly headed for the place that the two guys entered into. The reason wasn’t to search for the lost children, the warrior was cautious to as what was going on inside. Finally he reached the door, watched both ways to see if he was being watched and then knocked on the door like the other guys did. A little slit opened up and a pair of eyes showed up. “Password?” the man whom the eyes belonged to said in a burly voice. Behind the door, Walid could hear faint sounds of music playing and people shouting about someone getting the bust card. A grin then appeared on his face for he knew exactly what was going on inside. “Quads,” the Zaunite responded back and then watched as the door opened up. After that he entered inside to immediately breathe in a large cloud of smoke. He coughed a few times and then noticed a table where a couple of people were just about to play a hand of poker. The warrior was just about to join them until he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw that it belonged to one of the guys that he watched entering the building. He was taller than Walid and looked really skinny. The man also had his hair streaked back with what the Zaunite hoped was hair gel. There was also an odor that was making Walid’s nose burn but he couldn’t tell what it was. “Are you the punk that made my gal cry just a couple minutes ago?” the guy said in a threatening tone. At first the warrior was confused and then remembered what he meant. After that he noticed as many of the other people inside of the building stood up from their chairs and headed for him. He wanted to attack, but decided not to because of what a person told him recently. It was something about not fighting someone weaker than you just because you can. So that he could avoid a scuffle, the Zaunite did the only thing that he could do. First he pointed somewhere and then while they were distracted, he ran for the door. I hope Raphael is finished. After a few moments of funning, with a horde of people trailing Walid, the warrior finally got within shouting range of his comrade. For whatever reason, he decided to stop and when he did, one of the men socked him right in the face. He looked back at whoever it was, with the intent of attacking, but stopped himself before he could. There was a far more important situation that needed his attention more. “Are you finished yet?” he said, panting from running away from the men, “I have a feeling I’m not wanted here anymore…” After the Zaunite spoke, he still felt pain in his right cheek, unaware of a strange marking that came from the man’s ring. The words “Kinder Clan” was also found in the center of the marking. WC: 681 TWC: 1,151 Quest: 1,927 / 4,200 |
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| Raphael | Aug 21 2014, 11:42 PM Post #4 |
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Antillesian Judicator
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“Not exactly finished, but I could spare a moment if needed. What’s u--” Gygesse’s almost angelic voice emitted from Raphael’s body as she stood up to Walid. Her sentence was cut short by the mark embedded in Walid’s forehead. “What exactly did you do?” She began to question him, but soon realized that time was of the essence and soon the people that caused this mark would overcome their position. “Ah, you don’t even have to answer. I pieced it together. You really should be more careful.” The goddess began to talk down to the avatar almost like a mother would her mischievous child. Turning her attention towards the on coming riot, she stormed forward to meet them before they could hone in on Walid. “Step down!” Her eyes shifted from a deft black to a glowing source of energy as her words stormed over the crowd, “This is a fight you do not want. Heed this warning.” Her aura now flaring about. The group just starred on. They didn’t quite comprehend what was happening or what was even threatening them. What sounded like an angel’s attempt to strike fear, had been received as a ant threatening a child. The goddess’ voice lead the group to believe they were up against a weak and pathetic confused human. “Step down?” A man’s voice broke through the crowd, “Step down from a freak like you? How about you get out of the babe” The man rebuttled with a sarcastic insult as he continued to make his way front and center. “This is more than a fight that we want!” He screamed with a furious gesture forward, signaling his group to attack. “So be it.” Gygesse whispered as she locked and pinpointed each of the attacker’s life essence. Every creature in existence had a central point on their body where life’s very essence was the strongest, and this point if found was the weakest point of the body. IF struck the being would be rendered almost unconscious. “This fight is already over” Her words floated about just as she did. Gracefully the goddess weaved through each part of the mob striking each solar plexus. “Your bodies are as strong as the spirit they encapsulate. In order to obtain strength you must first strengthen your spirit, and the body will catch up. Once this lesson is learned then this weakest point will be much harder to find. Until then you are nothing more than an ant to my boot.” “Now Walid, grab the one that hit you and let’s head towards Raphael’s spirit. I fear that he overstressed himself, and somehow out ranged us. Please hurry.” WC:500 TWC:1,276 Quest:2,427 / 4,200 |
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| Walid | Aug 22 2014, 04:34 AM Post #5 |
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The Avatar of War
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At first the warrior was completely shocked at what he was hearing. It felt as if he had another patron living inside of him. Before he could even freak out though, Brontos was able to telepathically notify the warrior of the situation. He didn’t think that it was uncommon for Gods to do such a thing, but it still scared him to think about it. It made him feel as if he was being used as a rag doll for them. The moment that he heard Gygesse shout at the group who chased him down, Walid couldn’t help but cower down himself. It somewhat gave him faint images of his own mother protecting him, but they soon faded away. He may have been young when he was separated from his parents, but the warrior would always have nightmares about when he was in trouble. He did take a moment to be impressed with whatever the goddess did to the group of rioters. He listened carefully at what the goddess told him about human bodies and wonder if he could trade patrons with Raphael. Deep somewhere inside of his head he could see Brontos scowling at him and the warrior couldn’t help but to laugh. His plan to get under his patron’s skin worked. After that, the Zaunite did just as the goddess asked, but honestly didn’t see how it would help them out. Finally he managed to find the man; a large behemoth plastered with tattoos and lifted him over the warrior’s shoulders. As he began to walk back to his comrade, he heard a strange clanking sound and noticed that the man had lost his ring. Walid was about to return it to him until he read what was said on it. I wonder who they could be. With that, he met back up with Raphael and began to search through the man’s pockets. Gygesse had to of have a good reason for him bringing the guy back with him. He must have some clue as to why the children were missing. He then felt a piece of paper that reeked of alcohol. “Great Scott,” he muttered, “What the hell did he drink?” The warrior’s eyes then widened as he saw read a list of names on it and remembered that some were on the posters that he saw earlier. The pink haired Zaunite then held it out so that his comrade could see and had a smirk on his face as he did so. “Looks like we finally know what happened to those kids,” he said, “Now to return to that bar, I’m sure the leader may still be there.” Anger was suddenly flaring from him and not because someone had kidnapped children. The warrior was mainly angry at the fact that they kicked him out. Regardless though he was still angry that they did such a thing, but there had to be a reason for their actions. After all one of the missing children was one of those. If he remembered correctly, one of the men was dating one of the mothers, so he had to of have another motive for his crimes. The warrior just didn’t know it yet. WC: 533 TWC: 1,684 Quest: 2,960/4,200 |
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| Chishan | Sep 1 2014, 12:49 AM Post #6 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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The sound of electricity crashing against the plains was the last thing Chishan heard in the hellish wasteland. One moment he was there, the next he was surrounded by the swirling winds of the open portal. As he was dashed through the in-between of worlds, he found his body twirling wildly in the air without any control. His eyes attempted to open, hoping to spot the human doctor flying hear him. But alas, it seemed for naught. The terrible power of the passageway tore into him and pulled on his limbs as if it were trying to separate his entire body. He did his best to tuck his legs and arms into his body, curling into a ball that couldn't be manipulated. But just as quickly as it happened, it ended. The hellish maelstrom had ended and it was replaced with the sound of normal, rushing air. And yet, the air was rushing; moving faster than normal by Earthly standards. Perhaps he had come back in the middle of a hurricane? His emerald eyes finally forced his lids opened and saw the reason for the strange sensation. He was free falling. "Son of a bitch!" He yelled out, thrusting his limbs out to slow down his rapid decent. The sky below him was as dark as molasses, with only tiny specks of light breaking through. Plumes of clouds broke apart as he fell through them, trailing after him like jet trails. With a hard pulse of energy, he suddenly went from falling to a complete stop. If a spaceship had tried that trick, it would have sheared the vessel in half. Thank Kais for the power of ki. He hung in the air like a rag doll, his chest rising and falling as he took his heavy breaths. He wasn't entirely sure why he was so panicked; even if he had hit the ground, he could have utilized his force to prevent himself from becoming a liquid pancake. He had done it plenty of times before. And it wasn't like he was scared of heights. No, he could recall his countless soaring attempts when he was on Yaidrat, pushing his limits on the edge of the planet's atmosphere and then falling like a flung stone down towards the ground. It must have been the strange sensation of falling from the sky after being thrust through the gates of another realm. His mind still hadn't quite processed the fact that he was back in his own dimension, among people he actually knew. The dark and dreary realm he, Vlad and Dr. Briefs had visited had brought up a lot of strange emotions inside of him. He saw a glimpse of what could have been if he had failed, what would have occurred if the Steel Legion had grown. It was a horrifying sight along with a testament to the power the Legion had held. Even now his mind flew to the deactivated machine on his vessel, lying in pieces and possibly in wait. Maybe he was testing fate too much, maybe he was trying to create a savior out of a fated monster. No, he couldn't think like that. He had to have faith. He shook his head slightly, shaking the doubts and worries away. No matter what, he could follow through one what was to come after this. The broken Control Unit, the Avatars of Justice, all of it was the path he had chosen to take. The war had taken away a lot of his courage and idea of what to do with his life. He allowed his entirety to be consumed by the constant battling and threat of enemy forces, hoping that it would hide away the pain of being left alone in the universe. That had been childish and he knew that now. It had taken his friends and his own determination to overcome the trials of his past and move forward. It would be a hard, rocky path but he had no doubt that with his allies at his side, he could keep moving ahead. He began to descend towards the ground, feeling a lot more comfortable to be moving at his own pace. His ki cloud held onto him softly yet firmly, acting more like a parachute than a source of flying. He realigned his body slightly so his feet were below him and he was completely upright. He kept looking down though, curious to exactly where he had come out. When Dr. Briefs and he had traveled to the other side, they had wound up in the exact same spot that they had warped from. But they had traveled some ways on the other side to meet up with Vlad and then further still to fight the androids. The saiyan simply had no idea what part of the world he was in there nor where he was now. He would just have to float down and find out. When his feet finally touched ground, he took a deep breath. The woods around him flickered from the torches in the distance, like shadow creatures dancing to some wicked performance. His scouter chirped as it naturally changed the lens to initiate the night vision program. Though that didn't assist much when the large wooden trunks still surrounded him. He glanced up to the sky from where he had come from. Tiny stars dotted the night cloth and the waxing crescent moon shone its light down upon him and the forest. He felt no fear to look at the heavenly object while it was in this state, for he required a full moon to transform. Even so, he could feel a slight tingling at the base of his tail just from looking at it. Genetics were a funny thing. He finally changed his vision back to ground level, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to figure out exactly where he was. "Bring up radar." He said aloud, the voice-activated program reacting in kind by changing his glass lens from the night vision to an image of the radar. The tiny little line moved around in a circle a quick pace, trying to find any moving signatures near his location. He was surprised to find that, despite the torches off in the distance, there were no bodily heat signatures. Interesting, "Cross reference GPS position to radar position and show me my placement." Almost immediately, his scouter connected to the wireless signal emitted from his ship in orbit and cross-analyzed the area to known maps of the Earth. Within seconds, it brought up flat layout of the land around him and a tiny yellow dot where he was currently standing. Apparently he was about fifteen miles outside of old East City, about ten miles deep into the forest. Interestingly, there were no markings for a settlement or buildings near his position. That made the positioning of the torches even more suspicious. He sunk down low and began to move through the brush, being as careful as he could muster to not make a sound. He slid around the closest tree and planted himself against it, fingers digging into its bark. With a hard yank on the wood, he pulled himself up off the ground and up into the leaves. He ducked under the closest gathering of foliage and landed softly and quietly on a large limb, crouching against it as his eyes stared forward. This reminded him of the time he had traveled near Mouth Frypan, dancing through the trees like some ninja out of olden times. He recalled chasing down one of the wild animals there as it attempted to hunt down an elderly man. Times seemed so much easier back then. He didn't have much power but his situation had seemed simpler. That was, at least, until Ruzatz had begun to gather more power inside his mind and tried to enact a hostile takeover. But enough about the past. He had to stayed focused on the future. He leapt across the gorge between tree limbs, flipping through the air like a practiced acrobat. As his boots touched the solid wood, he rolled again to avoid making too much of an impact with his landing. As he came up, he slapped his back against the tree and stared down at the forest floor, now fully within vision of the tiny meadow. The only thing he could think to describe the layout before him was a luau party. Tiki-looking torches had been stabbed into the ground in a circle, their tiny flames dancing upon the wicks. The high grass in the center had been cleared completely and a small wooden door had been planted in its place, like some sort of storm shelter. A single guard stood on the opposing side of the saiyan, his head moving slowly as he watched the dark woods. He was armed with a shotgun, holding it tight against his chest as his finger tapped against its side. He was wearing a black mask, clearly trying to hide his identity. A masked man in a forest with a gun. That just spelled trouble on the face of it. His attention quickly snapped to a fairly distanced cry, sounding like it was coming from a cavern. Chishan quickly realized that it was coming from the door below and that it had not only been a cry, but a cry of pain. And it didn't sound like some man or woman. No, it had sounded like a child. His blood boiled in his veins and, as an added side effect, his fingers began to spark slightly with power. He stared daggers at the man, an obvious culprit in whatever heinous crime was being enacted down below. He brought his non-electrified hand up to his ear and tapped his scouter. "Locate closest non-common power level." It acted quickly, honing in on a familiar signal. As he read the wording to who it was, he couldn't help but smile just a bit. Perfect. Just who I need to help out, he thought as he released the button. He made a quick note in his scouter of where this entrance was before he let his senses spread out. He had to meet up with his ally first and explain the situation. Then and only then, would he come back and punish those that were performing the wicked deeds. They would pay and he had no doubt that others would want to join him and bringing them to justice. WC: 1751 TWC: 4711 |
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