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| Topic Started: May 26 2017, 02:52 AM (161 Views) | |
| Shallot | May 26 2017, 02:52 AM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml] The wine glass pressed gently to his lips as the red liquid slid down his throat, quenching his thirst with haste. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked over his grand estate. It was good to be the Champ. In the past tournaments, he had done a great job of defending his title against the puny weaklings that dared to oppose his mighty greatness. However, the disasters were only going greater over the past few months. The destruction of both Central and West City came to mind as he shuddered slightly at the thought of having to fight against anyone involved in that hot mess. The media asked him why he didn't try to defend against the attackers, but a quick upset stomach did well enough to keep them off his backs. It wouldn't work forever, and this lifestyle of his was grandiose, something he didn't want to give up without a fight. For the first time since becoming the Champion, he needed to get training done if he was going to stay relevant. He heard the stories of men such as the Saiyans that came to Earth at one point, and even the humans were beginning to grow in power. He needed to do it right alongside them. He was the Champ, after all, and what point would there be to his title if he didn't uphold what it meant? He stood up from his chair and got changed into his normal attire: a purple gi with white pants underneath, along with a crimson cape for style. Whenever he made public appearances, he had to make sure they got his good side-- and by that, he meant all of his sides, of course. He didn't have a bad side. "Sir, you have a visitor." Mr. Satan's right eyebrow shot up in interest. He had his fans, but not many managed to get past the checkpoints he had set up. The media had their ways too, so there was no doubt in his mind that this was someone from the GNN trying to get an interview from him. "Hmph.. send them in then." As the doors opened up for the new arrival, she walked in, a serious look plastered along her features. She wasn't here for an interview, Mark could tell that much right away. There was more to her than the simple pursuit of an autograph. Wait, she seemed very familiar, now that he was looking a bit closer at her. Upon further inspection.. she was the wife of a very respected martial artist named Tatsu Markil. Hercule smiled at her, but she didn't return it.. she seemed determined. "I don't mean to bother you with this, but I didn't know who else to turn to, Mr. Satan.." The determination on her face cracked slightly, and now she looked like she was about to cry. he frowned at the emotion.. he wasn't too familiar with it, not since his wife left him. He let out a gentle sigh, motioning for her to sit down. This wasn't what he planned on doing today, but it wasn't like him to ignore a citizen in need, especially not one that was so involved with a dear friend of his. As she sat down, Hercule sitting across from her, he tried to smile at her once again. "What's the issue, darling? Where's Tatsu?" That seemed to trigger something inside of her, beginning to bury her face into her hands. He knew what happened, but a confirmation was needed.. "He's.. he's dead, Mr. Satan." [dohtml] <hr> <center>612 / 1,800</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 17 2017, 08:12 PM Post #2 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml] "We are almost there, sir." The driver of his luxurious limo quickly address him with that, Mark slightly hesitant to even want to reach the goal at the end of this road. He knew that he was going to have to fight this out, that he was going to have to win for more reasons than one. His reputation was obviously at stake here, but Tatsu.. he died to this bastard. What stopped Hercule from waltzing into his dojo and slaughtering the lot of them? No, that would be no example to set for the other citizens of his great city, of his planet. "That damned Crin.. he murdered my sweetheart. Killed him in cold blood. I want you to deliver vengeance for me, Mr. Satan. End his miserable life so that I may have peace." He understood the woes of a woman who just lost the one closest to them. He could relate after what happened to his wife... But even then, killing this man was not the answer. There had to be some other alternative, another way to reach the goal. If he wouldn't kill Crin, what then? Just beat him down and ask him to be nicer from now on? Mark knew the world just didn't work that way. What else could he do though? He never killed before! He scratched at his afro in thought, letting out a heavy sigh. This was quite the predicament that he got himself into, but he'd be damned if he was going to sit down and do nothing about this. This was Tatsu they were talking about here. He was a trusted colleague, an even better friend, and this man.. Crin... he just walked up on their doorstep and killed him without a second thought. Death or not, this bastard would pay for his crimes! "Sir, we've arrived." Mr. Satan gave his driver a quick nod. "Thank you, Sebastian. That'll be all. I'll find my way back to the mansion." He opened the door on his own, not waiting on the respectful pleasantries this time. A fire ignited in his belly, and he was not about to waste precious seconds on waiting for a door to be opened for him. Closing it behind him, the limo began to drive away, leaving Hercule alone to stand in front of the house. The Blackheart Dojo. It was a little more intimidating up close-- Hercule had only seen pictures of the place, if only because he despise the type of martial arts that Crin taught to his students. They were violent, unruly, and through that, they bred nothing more than destruction. That alone was enough to warrant a visit from Mr. Satan. He took a few steps forward, making his way to the door of the Dojo before kicking it open, the light from outside beaming into the grimy interior. However, there was a small hint of light within: two blue flames that stood on either side of a man sitting upon a cushion. His legs were crossed, palms pressed against his knees, and his expression was more.. amused than anything. The exact opposite of Mark, who was trying to contain his anger rather than let it leak to the surface. "Oho, and the champion of the world has graced me with his presence! It's like you cretins line up like lambs to the slaughterhouse! What the hell are you doing here, Mark?" The utterance of his name held such venom that Hercule couldn't help but take a step back. This pressure was unbearable! But the champion tightened his jaw, not wanting to give an inch to the enemy.[dohtml] <hr> <center>614 / 1,226 / 1,800</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Shallot | Jun 17 2017, 08:14 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml]<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Roboto+Condensed" rel="stylesheet"><style> .hercule-container { width:500px; background-color:#090505; border:1px solid #964514; margin-left:auto; margin-right:auto; padding:10px; font-size:11px; font-family:Roboto Condensed; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:justify; } </style> <center><img src='http://i.imgur.com/MuFgBCY.png'></center> <div class='hercule-container'>[/dohtml]"Well, Crin, I have come to exact vengeance upon you for the death of Tatsu Markil! You had no right to take his life, and for that, I will take you down!" Crin was shocked for a moment, only to let out a fit of laughter at the foreign concept. Hercule's bravado melted away as the students began to join in on the laughter, the Champ frowning. "U-Uhh.. I challenge you to a duel! No weapons or funny business, just fisticuffs one-on-one!" He pointed toward Crin, and that laughter was replaced with that same amused look he had on his arrival. "Really? I thought we learned from our past mistakes.. the only reason you stay champion is because I pry myself away from your cute little 'tournaments'. But if you insist.. I'll show you the might of the Blackheart." He rose from the cushion and took a fighting stance toward Hercule, ready for his attack. But.. Hercule was more surprised that he actually made it this far. He wasn't really expecting Crin to take him seriously, but then again, this guy wasn't a super powered warrior from outer space or some bug man trying to destroy his world. This guy.. he was just another human with martial arts experience. That was enough to bring the fire back. He was nothing more than a human, so there was no reason Hercule couldn't take him down! "Alright then, taste my Rolling Hercule Special!" He rushed forward, throwing a right punch toward Crin's jaw. However, just as it was about to smash against him, Crin threw up a block. Hercule pulled his fist away. "A feint?!" Mr. Satan's body tucked into itself as he rolled forward, only to dart into a tackle and smash his body into Crin's midriff. This was the part where Hercule was supposed to get his back pummeled until he finally pried his body off of Crin, but.. the Blackheart Master had the wind completely knocked out of him, falling to the ground and teetering in and out of consciousness. What the-- No, he wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away! He grabbed Crin by the collar and lifted him into the air with surprising ease. "You're going to apologize for what you've done, and then you will disband the Blackheart Dojo! Do I make myself clear?" Crin looked away, scoffing. "As if I'd ever answer to an amateur like you." He grit his teeth before smashing his forehead into Crin's. "I said: Do I--!" He was cut off by his own hand as he looked at what he had done. Crin was already out cold. He thought the the master would have been a bit more durable.. or perhaps it was Hercule's strength that was more surprising? It was no fluke that Tatsu himself fell prey to this monster, and Tatsu was on equal ground with Hercule last year. What the hell happened? He dropped the Blackheart Master and turned his back on the man, beginning to walk out of the dojo. The students began to run up to their teacher and try to bring him back from the brink. They'd be able to tell him what Mark said. If he didn't get the memo by now that he needed to stop what he was doing, well, Hercule was just going to have to come back and teach him another lesson. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't have to do that.. because next time, he might not be able to hold himself back from killing off a murderer of husbands and friends.[dohtml] <hr> <center>605 / 1,831 / 1,800</center></div> [/dohtml] |
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