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Post by Raven8 on Oct 6, 2017 12:54:23 GMT -8
Amid the black alleyways of Electopia, a criminal element begins to accrue. With no Undnernet to access, those with less than savory natures who were not there in the first place are slowly becoming an issue. More and more show up each month, and these areas become worse and worse, making the use of the undernet a bit clearer than it had before.
However, these Navis find themselves scattering this day. A flash of energy surges through the alleyway and the figure of the navi that emerges causes them to run for their very lives. Standing now with a gigantic plasma lance is the black visage of the darkloid executioner, Scarface, who takes a step forward from the opened portal as if to allow another to pass.
Scarface: Worthless.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 6, 2017 14:47:50 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
Stepping up from out of the portal behind him, StrifeMan emerged from the depths of the Undernet into raw daylight for the first time in months. His more bestial features currently in check, he walks forward simply as the demonic presence of his most calm state, the dark plates of his shin guards and plated boots clanking with each step. His bare upper body, without the fur that covered it when Scarface first met him, rippled with muscles underneath the scaly red skin coated with black glyphs. Even his feral gaze and constantly sputtering chaotic core, where his heart should be, seem tame in comparison, although his powerful shoulders are still haunched and his eyes still dance from the agony coursing over his body. Constantly flowing wounds release blood more like a lazy volcano, barely dripping out anything at all. Despite his calm nature, he still looked the daunting type.
He raised his head and shielded his gaze against the sunlight. Ooh, how the sun used to cause such wonderful pain . . . now, instead, it was the moon that caused his bones to crack and his blood to run cold. He looked around the cityscape abounding above them, taking it all in . . . and, in the back of his mind, awaited for something he had been fearing.
While he did not speak to Scarface upon reentering the Electopian Net, he waited silently for something to come, some message or indicator that one of his wishes had not been fully followed through with. While, when presented to the King of the Undernet, he was in no position to request favors, he wanted his ties to his old NetOp to be severed. Did the Underking have that power? To make it impossible for his NetOp to call him back to his PET, and to be made into a solo NetNavi . . . Did he do as he requested; did he fulfill his side of the promise? As his careful stare arcs across the alley way, still considering the executioner in front of him, StrifeMan awaits . . .
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 6, 2017 15:18:43 GMT -8
Looking around for a time, Scarface finally retracts his lance, causing even the hilt of the massive weapon to disappear from his hand. He doesn't look back, only thinly veiling his bias against the Navi behind him, but there is obviously a degree of respect.
Scarface: It does not matter what you do, but know who you now represent. Mercy is your power, as it is his.
At this Scarface turns, slowly walking back towards the portal.
Scarface: No force on this net can halt the undernet, and you may now access it at will. So long as you are free, the darkness will embrace you. And as you've requested, your operator no longer holds chains around your neck.
Scarface then enters the portal, leaving StrifeMan to his own devices. However, not without one final word.
Scarface: Do not forget what you now represent, or the weight of this authority will crush you.
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Post by Gaia on Oct 6, 2017 16:06:36 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
. . . Nothing. Blissful, empty, nothingness! He stops himself from cackling with glee, and corks his crazed delight long enough to at least listen to what Scarface had to say. The large Navi didn't appear very happy, but, at the very least was able to control himself.
"Mercy? A weapon?" he blurts back, turning about on his heel to watch as he steps back into the portal. "But what about their screams? The agony! Oooh, you can't hear their screams if they're not dying! Whatever will poor StrifeMan do if he can't hear their screams, Scarface?!
The next bit of information was all information that they had discussed before, and what he had already figured out for himself or guessed. Of course he could get back and forth between the Undernet and here; and he already knew Shin wouldn't be able to find him. Freedom! But at what cost?! To no longer hear the screams? Was that his price for freedom?
Whether or not his next words were intended as an answer to StrifeMan's question, it was a well enough one all the same. He could either show the mercy he was expected, and act well enough for that which he now represented, or they would crush him. Would it at least be a long, slow crushing? Would it be pleasant agony? Or would it be fast, sudden, and impossible to enjoy? . . . Would he even be able to think about what he represented, once he got into it again? He'd promised the man with the ribbons that he'd play nice and try to shape up, but, he surely couldn't expect him to become anew? The more Navis who suffered, the better!
StrifeMan all but plops down in the alleyway as the portal to the Undernet closes behind him, Scarface answering his questions and leaving him to his own thoughts. He almost sniffles. "This is going to be hard . . . mercy? How can we get joy out of mercy . . . hmmmm? Hahahah!" He began to cackle, madly and without control; not out of some epiphany of how he could manage it, but, out of the weight of what it was he had agreed to crashing down on him. How could he not disappoint the man with the ribbons, Serenade, while still enjoying the agony?
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 6, 2017 20:28:34 GMT -8
"You seem to be enjoying yourself."
General Mary floated down at the front entrance of the alley. She wore a entire military uniform, and held her hands cupped behind her back. Her hair was tied into two ponytails, flowing from beneath her military hat. Mary's mouth was covered by the large collar of the coat, but she still spoke clearly.
"Allow me to personally welcome you to Element City, Darkloid."
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Post by Gaia on Oct 7, 2017 9:53:17 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
His mad laughter dies down to little more than a chippering giggle as he watches the girl descend from above. StrifeMan tilted his head, curious, and, in the back of his mind, rather honestly debated on stringing her up then and there. It'd been such a long time since he'd tasted blood from someone not in the Undernet; even longer since he'd heard someone else's screams.
"Oh, vile and befuddle!" His voice was hoarse and carried a slight wheez behind it, as though he were having trouble breathing. Just then, he keeled over coughing, spluttering blood all over the ground in front of him. StrifeMan looked back up from his place, still sitting down. "No, no, no . . . the man with the crown wouldn't be happy if I did that! Poor StrifeMan hasn't had the chance to enjoy himself yet! Don't you see?! Haheha! I'm still on the ground, sad and depressed! Happy, oh so wonderfully happy! But sad, all at once!"
There were so many things he wanted to do; so many things he wanted to see. So many screams he wanted to hear . . . it was almost deafening, the silence. His own agony wasn't enough! "But the man with the ribbons . . . he said to play nice! He said it would make StrifeMan's mind better! It'd be so much easier to . . . to . . ." For the breifest of moments, StrifeMan's teeth suddenly elongated into fangs, and the showings of a muzzle protruded from his demonic face, and, a second later, he had mastered himself again. "But, yes! Element City!" he cried, suddenly up on his feet, excited and full of energy to be on the move. "But, why do you call me a Darkloid? What gave it away?! Was it the laughing? Did I leave bodies behind again, oh . . . no! StrifeMan hasn't attacked anyone yet, has he? Surely, I would remember . . ."
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 7, 2017 10:37:40 GMT -8
General Mary had an unwavering expression as she approached closer to what she thought was a fool of a puppet. At least, that's what his random banter seemed to lead to. And she knew all too well the life of a puppet.
Mary stopped a moment when she noticed that Strife's fangs elongated as he entered a trance and quickly regained himself. She rose a hand to the sky, calling upon a saber which would come flying down into her grasp. She took it, aimed it, and struck her left hand. Mary then proceed to walk up to StrifeMan and offered her exposed wound on her palm to him. She had seen an insatiable hunger like this before, when she looked into Strife's eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe I simply judge others by their cover too often. Call me Mary."
Though offering pleasantries, her voice was still monotone as she de-summoned her saber.
"Tell me, what is it you intend to accomplish by coming to Element City? It has been dark here for a while now, with not much happening. I have not been here too long myself, let alone I do not even live in the area, but I couldn't help but wonder why you arrived here."
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Post by Kazu on Oct 7, 2017 13:44:02 GMT -8
A black wetness dragged itself across Mary's outstretched hand. Like food coloring in water, the red of her blood spread quickly over the black being forming quickly on her left, spreading over and downwards to make whole. A head looking forward into the eyes of Scarface with dimly glowing, dull red eyes. Spitting at her feet, but stepping forward toward, and past Mary, he addressed him only after his eyes glazed over StrifeMan.
Scarface.
A bloody-folding fan opened and began to fan his face gently with weak movements of his wrist. Although there were only two others, neither were whom he sought. His thoughts were on display as frustration settled on his face.
Aren't you a tad old for this?
Kyuketsuki gestured to the alley way and its wonderful... decor with his fan.
...naze? ( Why )
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 7, 2017 14:28:56 GMT -8
The portal had closed behind him, yet here stood one of the few Navis who could force a change of this magnitude. While standing in the temporarily opened gateway between Element City and the Undernet, Scarface turns to the vampire Navi that stands between he and the newly re-opened gate to Element City, his electric blue eye gazing on with the same fortitude and malice that he reflects toward any Navi of truly dark influence.
Scarface: What do you want, Kyuketsuki?
Despite his reputation as a darkloid hunter, Scarface does not immediately lash out against Kyuketsuki, instead allowing him to speak his peace. Was this due to his new position, the situation at hand, or perhaps even a reluctance to challenge the vampiric Navi...?
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Post by Kazu on Oct 10, 2017 5:13:44 GMT -8
To the point.
For you to stay out of the Undernet.
Malice met a toothy grin...
Taishoku suru eien ni!
...that transitioned to a serious face. He spoke of retirement. Eternal retirement. Not metaphorically as in Death, but as a literal demand, not a request. To cast aside his lance forever. He continued in a low voice. Almost dipping into the waters of being condescending, but firmly onward to his point.
You aren't needed anymore.
Gills of the fan he waved extended completely, showing words, small, but easily readable, even with the possible vision problems he always assumed Scarface had.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 10, 2017 13:33:24 GMT -8
The darkloid hunter looks to Kyuketsuki for a moment, his eye absolutely sparking in anger over this demand. He stares the vampire down for several moments, allowing silence to fall between them... before finally beginning to walk again.
Scarface: No.
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 26, 2017 6:46:12 GMT -8
Mary looked to her hand, gazing at it as the entire conversation happened and then turned to the newest darkling to arrive. It was like a circle of bad influence all in one place.
"How rude, my blood was not for you. I would never give it out to someone of inaction."
She wraps her hand in a materialized cloth and then points to Scarface leaving with the same hand.
"Your challengee is leaving and you're just going to let that happen? How miserable."
General Mary turned to StrifeMan last. While she was normally the one to step into other peoples businesses, she was actually quite interested in learning more about this insatiable darkloid.
"Would you come with me? It would be better to complete our greetings elsewhere."
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Post by Gaia on Oct 26, 2017 8:18:06 GMT -8
StrifeMan.EXE
StrifeMan had been looking back and forth between the electrical giant and the vampiric Navi, waiting to see who would move first and to whom the first blow would be landed. In all truth, he wanted to be here, to see it happen! Oh, what merry destruction they could cause!
. . . Then again, he did have a far more attainable target he could go after. He glanced up from his place on the ground as Mary suggested they go elsewhere, curious that she would want to leave. While he was concerned, only for the fact that he wanted to watch it for himself, that Scarface might fight this Navi, he could go elsewhere and sate his own hunger. He glanced back from Scarface to Mary, and chanced a wicked grin.
"Yes, we could go elsewhere, couldn't we? Hehahehae! Somewhere away from the racket and raucous! You are kind to StrifeMan, oh stranger! Let us go!" With a heave, StrifeMan leaped forward, grabbing hold of Mary's shoulders and, in a blink, wrapping his spaded tail around her waist to pull her closer. He stared directly into her eyes, and, for the first time, she would likely notice the blood dripping from multiple wounds coating his body - partially because the thick globules of the slow-moving essence was dripping onto her at such close range.
"Where to? Hehe!"
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Post by xoDeathy on Oct 30, 2017 7:03:20 GMT -8
General Mary simply stared back into the void of StrifeMan. She seemed to be enjoying this more than she should be.
"We shall go, quite literally, anywhere else."
General Mary snapped her fingers, causing twelve sabers to crash into the ground one by one, in a clock-like fashion, around Strife and Mary. Once the clock was formed, a pool of shadows lurking like a shark rose and attacked, consuming Strife and Mary in one swift movement, taking them to a new location.
<General Mary exits, collecting +20/200> <StrifeMan exits, collecting +20/200>
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Post by Kazu on Nov 1, 2017 1:16:28 GMT -8
All alone. Physically alone. Kyuketsuki's left hand dripped with 'globules' of blood that seemed to stem from his upper arm. Each running streak was illuminated with the glow of electrified plasma, emanating from both his eyes. With a shake of the bloody arm and a blink, his physical form would change. With little to no effort, he'd mockingly imitate two navis at once as his form began to mold into a disguise. ?Kyuketsuki?: And I too shall go quite literally anywhere else!
The guise of a normal navi was convenient, although a tad too short for his taste. Now the alleyway would be truly empty.
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