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Post by Kman on Apr 21, 2011 18:28:22 GMT -8
Combatants: Energeist vs Xyzillientz
Poasts: 5 plus 1-2 intro posts Judge: Genesis Version Bonus: Eh...nah.
Setting: Outskirts of Capacitor, a small village outside of the big cities. A small graveyard marks the fallen and where Energeist will start. A few copses of trees are spread throughout, and in the direction away from the village lies a sloping downward hill.
READYFIGHTGO
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"Die...die, DIE DIE!" The insane cackling that followed sounded as if a chorus of deranged people were sharing in the humor as a multitude of voices left the creature's mouth. A burning, iridescent man stood, floating a few inches from the ground over what appeared to be a Navi. Its limbs were vanished, and from the blackened marks around, it was obvious that this one had been the perpetrator.
"I'm sorry, I..." the male called out, trying to strike some chord of sympathy from within the plasma phantom. However, the figure merely leered down at the other, taking full authority of the situation.
"Sorry? What for? You're giving me oh so much fun~" Energeist responded, extending his hand again. Fear caused a spasm throughout the now-limbless Navi, and the murderer drifted forward a foot or so, causing terror to grip his prey. He moved a finger forward, causing a beam of plasma to burst forth from it, piercing a hole in the Navi's abdomen. He repeated the motion with a different finger, and then again, each one burning a hole in the data, straight through to the other side.
At each beam of raw plasma, the navi being tortured let out a cry of pain, which was music to Energeist's ears. However, soon a dissatisfied scowl appeared on the phantom's face, and he widened his hand, a sphere of raw energy building in his palm. "You're no longer any fun," he said with a growl before the blast was released, a bright glow emanating through the forest for a moment before the navi was completely deleted.
"The night is young! And so am I! Someone else needs to die!" he roared out as he walked, looking for more things to destroy.
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 21, 2011 18:42:30 GMT -8
Screams in the night... and coming from a graveyard? How dramatic... like something out of an old film. A gentle breeze flowed over the sanguine sediment, pulling a curious navi to the scene of the crime. Xyzillentz moved with it, swiftly but smoothly, quiet and discreet.
He came to the edge of the cemetery and leaned against an ornate headstone. "To my first companion, and my one true friend," it read in engraved script. How sappy. Under different circumstances, the toxic terror would have destroyed the monument. But it was not long before his attention was redirected towards the monstrous murderer hulking over its victim.
It was a cinematic scene indeed; the attacker standing over his prey imposingly, his statuesque form releasing yellow tongues of flame that licked the air around him aggressively, as if reaching out and hoping to taste fresh blood. He had a good muscle structure that implied some obvious physical strength, but clearly his overflowing energy would be his greatest asset.
Xyz made his move. He stood up and walked over toward this stranger, his footsteps still hushed by the loose dirt beneath his feet, but his voice unrestrained.
"Looks like someone's catch is a bit unsatisfactory." Having called attention to himself, Xyzillentz stopped walking and dismissively flicked his wrist at the the fallen foe of his new acquaintance. "It's always such a shame when a playmate doesn't have the right amount of vigor, isn't it? A waste of time, if you ask me. Of course..."
Xyz paused a moment, soaking up the details of the assailant's form with his visor-shielded eyes. "...for someone as handsome and powerful as you, anything but the greatest dedication and exertion must seem worthless. After all, if you're going to play the victim, you ought to play it big."Xyzillentz nodded, as if taking the time to process his own train of thought.
"Yes... you want someone who'll scream and shout and struggle!" He flailed his body about, embodying the conflict in his head with the passion of a dancer and the boldness of a stage actor. His voice came to a feverishly excited crescendo "Someone who will kick and punch and shove and crawl no matter how hopeless some part of them buried deep down must know it is. A victim who will never give up, who will spit in your face and cough up code, crying out for vengeance and cursing your creator even as you decimate their data and fling it to the corners of the net!"
He struck a pose, limbs spread wide as if tossing the extracted entrails of some unseen corpse to the wind. Then he slowly, calmly, and quietly withdrew them, finally returning to a comfortable and relaxed standing position.
Then, leaning in towards his sole audience member ever so slightly, in a strangely serene voice, he simply stated: "Those are my favorites too."[/color]
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Post by Kman on Apr 22, 2011 10:19:40 GMT -8
As Energeist released the blast that destroyed the Navi he'd been toying with, he heard someone approaching. And by heard someone approaching, it was more accurate to say that through his crazed bloodlust, he heard someone speak. At first, he couldn't quite make out what the other was saying...it was more due to the fact that his need to destroy was outweighing all of his other senses, which left him with a serious lack of communication skill.
However, as the man continued, moving and talking with a smooth tongue that Energiest found both alluring and irritating. He watched the man move, at least, Geist assumed the figure speaking was male, but given the suit and mask that covered the fact, it was difficult to tell exactly what lay behind it. The Navi looked a little on the thin side, and though Energeist was no fool to assume the man was weak, there was still no suggestion that he might have some ability, either.
Then the Navi flailed about, having gone far and above what any normal, sane one would've done, and for a moment, Geist thought he may have found a kindred spirit. "Oh come now..."[/color] the Plasma Phantom spoke as he took a few steps to the side, circling around the newcomer. It was rare that prey came to him. "You can't really enjoy the struggle...that's not what's so alluring..."[/color]
He came to a stop, raising his hands before him, holding his palms flat against one other. Slowly, he began to pull them apart, a shaft of shimmering plasma energy appearing betwixt the hands. "The true thrill is when you find one with such defiance, with no wish but to rebel against your every movement and fight until they've nothing left..."[/color] Energeist spoke, moving his fingertips over the plasma energy to keep it stable. It wouldn't do for his demonstration to fall flat, now.
"The truly thrilling moment, and the point that makes it all worth it is when they break,"[/color] he said, the somber tone taking on a sinister edge as he grasped the ends of the object, breaking it as one would a stick, the energy dissipating into the air. "That is the truly wonderful part. The rush is...beyond all explanation..."[/color] he finished, before leveling a gaze at his new target.
"You think you could hold up..?"[/color]
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 22, 2011 13:15:44 GMT -8
So this man had direct control over his energy projection. Interesting... its viability as a weapon was not yet established, of course, but one could assume it would make him a formidable opponent. Not that Xyzillentz needed any convincing - the navi was deranged, after all, and in the best of ways. Not to mention his moderately muscled and... aesthetically alluring form.
And it had become ever more apparent that the two thought alike - great minds, so they say. That could be an advantage or a hindrance in battle; either Xyzillentz would get inside his opponent's head and be able to outmaneuver him, or they would be so in tune as to cancel out each other's every move, like a perfectly choreographed stage battle with no apparent end. Of course, were it to come down to pure brawn, there was no doubt the larger, ghostlike navi would be victorious, but Xyzillentz had plenty of tricks up his nonexistant sleeve.
"Of course my favorite bit is the climax... in battle and in certain other things." The dashing darkloid idly crossed his legs as he stood, building up muscle tension as if in preparation for an attack. "But that is a fleeting moment in eternity. More memorable than most, certainly, and something about it can make time seem to pass in slow motion... yet it's over just like a snap of the fingers, or a flick of the foot." On that phrase, he made a small kicking motion with his crossed leg, sending him into a swift spin three hundred sixty degrees around.
Staring down the grandmaster of the graveyard once more with his unseen eyes, Xyz continued in a matter-of-fact tone that still dripped with a sickeningly sweet sensibility, as if his toxic saliva were sticking to the very sounds that slid from his mouth. "So you may as well have fun with the buildup. After all, a little foreplay never hurt anyone." Xyzillentz cocked his head to the side with a small, stifled laugh. "Well, that's not true. But that's the point, isn't it? Tenderizing the meat, so to speak."
Xyzillentz visibly relaxed as he finally came around to the question that had been asked of him, as if he were just now hearing and comprehending it. "As for whether I could hold up? Well, there are PLENTY of situations I can think of in which I'd LOVE to be in those big sexy arms of yours. But You could probably crush me if you wanted to. Of course, that would require you to CATCH me."
Xyzillentz sighed, placing his hands gingerly on his waist. "I think I like you, blue boy... a lot. So I'll try not to hurt you too badly. Shouldn't be too hard, considering what I'm up against. You obviously have great stamina. Perhaps one day we could use that for something mutually beneficial."
As soon as he had finished speaking, the vent on his chest released a terrible torrent of toxic stench, forming a huge and overpowering cloud of gas engulfing the area, reducing the already low visibility even further. In this stinky shroud, Xyzillentz ran to his left, putting distance between himself and his target. He'd used up all the gas that had been in his suit to create this huge fog bank of funk all around him and his fascinating new frenemy.
He was immune to his own stench, of course, and was not trying to escape this cloud, but he needed time to come up with a new plan of attack. His body would produce more gas, but it would be a few minutes before he had enough for a full-on attack. Using energy blasts or whips would reveal his position with their bright glow, and a direct physical attack seemed foolish. He considered using his deleterious darkness, but remembered its berserking properties. It would be a boneheaded move to use that unless Energeist were already in an unstoppable rage. So for the moment, Xyzillentz waited silently for a reaction.
((I'm counting this as the first battle post.))
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Post by Kman on Apr 22, 2011 17:21:05 GMT -8
(( That'll work. Sudden shift for Energeist's braaaain~!))
Energeist watched his target, his pretty, with the same manner that a lion watched an antelope. With hunger. There was a different taste in his mouth as he watched this one, as there was something…off about him. It was something that the plasma phantom couldn’t quite explain as he watched him. Though from the words, he was beginning to wonder about his prey’s gender, as he hadn’t come across many who spoke so garishly about him. Granted, though Energeist appeared masculine, there really was no gender to him; he had simply taken this shape upon awakening.
”The foreplay is the main course…why waste time taking it further? Use your prey. Use and abuse them til nothing is left and leave them to die of their own weakness. Few make it past that part with me, stranger…you think you can do one better?” Energeist responded, the multitude of voices from his lips carrying varying degrees of emotion, but all of them seemed eager for bloodshed.
As his prey continued, a certain sadistic streak began to build up within Energeist, and his stance slowly changed from the controlled, almost amused one that he’d stood in, with his arms crossed over his chest. His stance widened, and his arms came to his sides, bent at the elbows with the palms up. The confident, arrogant smile faded to a deranged grin, the flame in his eyes burning a bit more brightly as a new mind seemingly took hold of the phantom’s body. ”Break you? crush you!? I’ll give you all of that and MORE until you’re a mess on the floor!”[/b] he cried out, the dominant voice in the myriad of tones being distinctly more high-pitched and lacking in sanity.
”If you think you can hurt me, you little twig, then I’ll just have to break that spirit of yours!” he spoke, before a torrent of roaring, deranged laughter ripped forward from his lips.
However, after he had gone to that length, the other began the assault, releasing a burst of what appeared to be smoke from within him. The fog expanded outward and Energeist gave an audible curse as his sight was dropped from some visibility to almost none. He took a step forward, well he floated forward about the length of a step, his body coming into contact with the inky vapors. Almost immediately, he recoiled away from it. It burned like acid and sent fire through his body just from inhaling it. The plasma phantom let out a choking gasp as he moved backward, shaking his head as the acrid smoke filled his nostrils and throat, burning his eyes and lungs just from being in its presence.
”SUCH INSOLENT TRICKS!” the blue-hued phantasm roared out as the plasma built around his hand before he hurled it at the cloud of smoke, intent on dispersing it. However, he did not stop there as he launched another blast, and another, a labored breathing coming from his mouth as he released bursts of plasma energy all around, as he couldn’t quite detect where his prey had gone to.
”COME BACK OUT TO PLAY~!” he jeered, a jittery, maniacal laughter following the statement as the aura of plasma energy roared to life around Energeist, and he snapped his head around, looking for any signs of movement or life. He wanted to snuff them all out. He wanted death and destruction and he would receive it.
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 22, 2011 18:42:50 GMT -8
Xyzillentz swerved between the blasts of bright energy. He looped around one, ducked beneath another, and jumped over one that was flying low. It hit a gravestone just below him, shattering it. So disrespectful... yet somehow Xyz found it hilarious. Each projectile punched a path through the fog, clearing a line of sight for the brutish brawler. Clearly, getting him angry would no longer be a problem. But now still wasn't the right time for his little "secret weapon" - after all, he still had plenty of cover from the stench he'd just spewed.
Crouching behind a puff of gas, the toxic troublemaker hammered his slit tongue on the button below his visor inside his helmet, shooting a few Venenose Visor blasts at the point from which the plasma bolts were originating. As soon as they had been fired, Xyz launched into a sideways somersault to his left in anticipation of a counterattack, speaking as he rolled through the loose, supposedly sacred dirt.
"You've been a naughty navi - not that I'm one to judge. After all, it CAN be such fun. Still, I think it's time for some punishment." As he stood back up, the green stripes adorning the back of his suit began to glow like neon strips. The nefarious navi reached back and pulled, as if peeling them off like stickers, and grabbed a hold of the energy projections of his markings. He wielded them like whips and lashed them out into the center of his noxious cloud. Once, twice, three times.
...Yes, he did like this one. He was having fun already! They really should get better acquainted. And besides, his position was already given away. "By the way, cutie, what's your name? Mine is Xyzillentz. Though I'm fine with most pet names as well..."
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Post by Kman on Apr 25, 2011 11:38:28 GMT -8
There was a slight lull in Energeist’s attacks as the Plasma Phantom tried to detect where his prey had gone to. There were so many places to hide in that gas, and as he wasn’t looking to get close to it again, that cut his abilities quite a bit, as it made him fire blind. There was nothing in terms of movement, noise, or anything, which caused a mass of frustration to build up within him. He clenched a hand, the plasma energy there beginning to pulsate as he gathered his power. Perhaps if he could create a large enough explosion…
But before he had the time to act upon that plan, a shot of energy struck him. Energeist wasted no time as he extended his hand, the gathered plasma nullifying the future blasts as if they were naught but fuel to add to his fire before he launched a burst of charged energy, which burned away the noxious cloud as it travelled before striking where the blasts had originated from. However, he could tell that he had missed his target as he heard his prey begin to speak, and the Plasma Phantom let out a roar of disapproval.
He turned to where the voice had come from, gathering raw plasma betwixt both hands, letting the power grow. However, whip-like energy shot through the noxious fumes, striking him along his arms twice and then a third cracking against his outer thigh. He let out a grunt of irritation, before releasing the gathered energy at the origin of the whips. “Name!? I have no name! I am but walking destruction, death and misery!”[/b] he roared out in response to the man’s words.
”I am the collective will of hundreds of deleted Navi, wishing the same death and destruction that was issued upon them! I am Energeist, harbinger of annihilation!” he roared as he slammed a fist into the ground, sending a shockwave of raw plasma in the direction of Xyzillentz.
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 27, 2011 17:25:37 GMT -8
"Perfect, honey... Xyzillentz cooed softly at his opponent. "I love men with dark pasts."
His flirting was interrupted when he felt the ground shake from an intense impact. Instinctively, Xyz jumped up into the air in an attempt to avoid the attack. However, this tactic was thwarted by the height of the actual shockwave. Though his head and chest cleared the crest of the wave, it slammed into his lower half painfully. The momentum flung him upside-down into frontflip. The toxic navi managed to land on his feet, but stumbled and nearly fell over due to his somewhat weakened legs.
The expansion of the wave had mostly cleared the area of the gaseous veil that had aided Xyzillentz' strategy up until then... but there was a plan B. As he stood up, the dark grey color of his suit bled into the air itself, creating an opaque and controlled cloud of dark energy. This cloud sped directly towards Energeist's upper half, targeting his torso and head. Xyz ran toward his foe behind the cloud and dropped into a slide not unlike that of a baseball player trying to get a last-minute home run. Gliding forward across the ground on his right leg and his arms, Xyzillentz kicked outward in an arch at Energeist's legs while firing two blasts from his visor, angled upwards toward the blue phantom's head and neck.
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Post by Kman on Apr 28, 2011 16:26:47 GMT -8
Energeist watched with some satisfaction as the shockwave that he’d sent ripping towards his target connected flawlessly, sending the wiry navi into the dirt. ”Then consider yourself lucky; you’ll find no heart or past darker than mine,”[/b] he growled, watching as the other got to his feet, albeit shakily, and readied another burst of raw energy when he paused as the man’s suit itself seemed to dissolve into the air before it rushed at him, the stuff seeming to adhere to his skin.
The plasma phantom let out a roar of anger, having finally started to release himself from the rampant wish for destruction. However, as the stuff touched him, he could feel a strange rage beginning to fill him. It was not one that was normal, and he knew it even as it began to overtake him, but there was little that he could do to stop it, and in that rage released a burst of energy at where Xyzillentz had been seconds ago, but the man had moved forward, charging right at him.
The missed blast slammed into a grave marker, rending the data to nothing as the destructive power of Energeist made itself known once again. However, as he followed the path of his adversary downwards, he felt a powerful kick slam into both both of his legs while two blasts slammed into his body, which caused him to lash out even moreso as he fired several concussive blasts straight downward, uncaring that the proximity of the attacks would strike him as well; he just wanted to destroy his target.
”Did you REALLY THINK that my power could be CONTROLLED!?” he roared out as he fired the blasts, his eyes, the flaming pits that they were, were opened wide, and a twisted grin lit his face.
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Post by Snakeskin on Apr 29, 2011 17:31:40 GMT -8
Xyzillentz sent himself into a spin, rolling himself along the ground with the aid of the momentum left over from his sliding kick. By the time the powerful blasts had hit the ground and literally blown up in the face of Energeist, the stinky evildoer was well out of the way. He still felt the vibrations echoing through the ground beneath him, but the blast radius was too small to affect him.
He twirled elegantly into a standing position, turning to face his opponent's backside - which, he noted, was every bit as attractive as the front. Partially in preparation for an attack, and partially to get a better look, Xyzillentz removed his helmet, revealing the glittering green scales on his snakelike head. A forked tongue slid silently in and out of his mouth as his helmet hit the hallowed ground with a soft "thud".
"I wasn't trying to control you, babe. I like them wild. Although I do still think we could get along quite well, under the right circumstances." He stretched his arms out in front of his torso briefly, licking his reptilian lips. "Oh, and consider yourself lucky... I don't let people see my face very often."
As he finished his last sentence, his jaw came unhinged like that of a snake ready to swallow its prey. From deep within his body, a burst of hellishly stinky, acidic bad breath shot out of the gaping opening towards his foe. He shook his head slightly as he went, spreading the stink around.
Still holding his energy whips, Xyzillentz lashed at with these once more, six times, swinging them in wide arcs in hopes of striking his opponent even if he attempted to flee. As the last of his acid breath escaped his windpipe, he spoke again.
"It's too bad you're making me hurt you. But if you need someone to make you feel all better... I'll be more than happy to take care of you." There was a sincerity in his voice, even though his sinister style of speech was maintained.
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Post by Kman on May 2, 2011 17:10:59 GMT -8
Energeist felt the impact of his attacks upon the ground beneath him, but could almost ‘feel’ his foe’s energy as it zipped past him, perfectly avoiding the full impact of the effects. In fact, the plasma phantom was certain that the attacks had missed entirely, and the explosions that ripped upward had dealt likely far more damage to himself than they had to his foe. Yet he thought only of more carnage, more murder. There would be death by Energeist’s hands, and his spindly prey would feel the worst of it.
He looked around, not quite sure where the foe had managed to get off to. However, he then heard a slight ‘thud’ off behind him and he turned, his eyes flaring in malice and rage. The beast, as Energeist now saw that it was a beast, continued to taunt him, speaking of him in a familiar manner. There was one of the parts of the phantom’s psyche that would’ve responded in kind, with witty phrases with which to garner an amusing conversation, but the beast was too far lost in the berserk fury that filled him.
”I’ll mount your head on a pike!” the beast roared, gathering up raw plasma in his free hand before launching it forward. However, by then, the thick cloud of noxious gas had taken up a good portion of the battlefield, and the phantom had no way of telling exactly where it had gone, or if it had even struck his target. But as the whips started to flail through the thick cloud, several of the lashes striking his skin, the Plasma Phantom took a step backward, the pain now all starting to catch up with him.
He fell to a knee, looking down at one of his hands. Was he really already out-matched? No. No! ”NO!” the behemoth roared, a burst of flame-like plasma beginning to radiate upward around the phantom, the injuries beginning to fade somewhat. ”I REFUSE TO DIE HERE!” he roared out, holding out his arms, palms outward as blast after blast of unconcentrated, raw plasma shot outward in a swarm of energy, aimed roughly at where Xyzillentz was attacking from. Energeist couldn’t see through the haze that hung in the air, but wasn’t about to let that stop him.
”Die DIE DIE DIE DIE!” he roared out as the energy was released.
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Post by Genesis on May 6, 2011 16:34:22 GMT -8
[bgcolor=Black]= Energeist = Style: 24/30 Articulation: 16/20 Balance: 18/20 Length: 8/10 Emotion: 10/10 Misc: 6/10 [X = The number of the dice rolled] [dice=10] Total: 82 = Xyzillentz = Style: 26/30 Articulation: 15/20 Balance: 17/20 Length: 8/10 Emotion: 10/10 Misc: 4/10 [X = The number of the dice rolled] [dice=10] Total: 80 [rand=52956712218028212066843894517076140284788078143729528894539712347]
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Post by Kman on May 17, 2011 18:26:59 GMT -8
(( COntinuing for BONUS POINTZ))
There was a silence that had fallen over the graveyard in the wake of Energeist's wrath. There was only the burning sound that came from the Plasma Phantom's body as knelt down on the ground. His body was wracked with pain from the attacks that had come from the snake-headed foe. Every part of his frame hurt, but he struggled up to his feet, looking around at the graveyard. He couldn't float now; his entire body was too drained of energy. The whips from his foe and the noxious fumes had taken a toll on him...but he wasn't dead, not yet.
"GET UP!" he roared out, not even sure if his enemy was still alive or not. But the rage still lingered in the back of his mind; he wanted to let the fires of anger burn and consume everything. He wanted-
His eyes suddenly changed, shifting to a less-volatile state, the burning pits still gazing about with a fiery intensity. "Xyzillentz, was it? Unless you've been deleted, I would be quite pleased if you would make yourself known again..." he spoke, putting his most charming voice forward. In that, part of his mind wanted to destroy the snake-headed Navi...but another part of him was curious.
He wasn't exactly sure what he was curious about...but definitely curious. "But I suppose if you've fallen..." he finished, giving the man another few moments to respond.
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Post by Snakeskin on May 18, 2011 16:40:21 GMT -8
Through the toxic mist unevenly illuminated by moonbeams which filtered through branches on dead trees, a voice called. It was weakened and quiet, but the tone and intent were unmistakeable.
"Oh, I've fallen, all right. The question is what I've fallen into."
Xyzillentz' hand emerged from the venomous veil, coming to rest on top of a grave marker. He pulled himself up, leaning against the monument of death. It was almost a poetic sight - he had nearly shared the fate of the tomb's resident. His whips had disappeared, as he lacked the energy to manifest them. His helmet had been blown several yards away by the blast of Energeist's attack.
"It's strange, don't you think? If either of us had even an ounce of energy left, he would be more than able to annihilate the other. But we find our powers perfectly matched. Perhaps something else about us is a perfect match as well. After all... some would say this outcome must be fate."
He shifted his position slightly, searching for something more comfortable. It quickly became apparent that no amount of fidgeting would ease the pain of his injuries. He froze in place once more, only his mouth and tongue daring to break the stillness.
"Of course, neither of us is in any way capable of leaving. We could only drag ourselves so far. When we regain our strength, we could destroy each other... but I don't think we will."
There was a long pause, and an unsure look took hold of Xyzillentz' serpentine features. It was clear he was trying to make a decision. The silence dangled between the two like a fragile pendulum, swinging between the pair, neither willing to shatter its strange beauty. The voice that reached out and touched it at last left no more than a scratch upon the smooth surface of soundless suspense. It wasn't familiar to either navi, though it flowed from Xyzillentz' mouth. The voice was rich in childlike innocence and concern, qualities neither could have imagined the darkloid possessed. "...I meant it when I said I would take care of you. You just need to promise the same for me."
His uncertainty cleared along with the fog, and in the eyes of the beast, a new emotion shined through - an emotion that was a stranger to the cemetery as the two combatants had been strangers to one another...
Hope.
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Post by Snakeskin on May 18, 2011 17:34:52 GMT -8
68 / 675 to Xyzillentz (20/200 + 10/100 + 5/50 * 1.5)
50 / 500 to Energeist (30/300 + 15/150 + 5/50)
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