it has certainly been a while for me but with games, job, and such i've been unable to really make anything new with my stories. this is a little 1-2 chapter thing that's more of a delivery to someone that needs to hear it.
A gun slinging man clad in his officer like suit, with disproportional wings what setting up his disassembler around his usual spot near damsel named Lorrianne in West Coast. When he had set the price, and was about to give the ok to start business, he felt a tugging sensation like something had grabbed him on a fishing wire. Feeling around he couldn't find what was pulling on him, only feeling that it grew in intensity until he had felt ripped off his feet.
Not seeing the scenery flash by him rapidly he was brought to a tavern like setting only to notice a few things out of place. Suisha, the tavern owner was missing and all barrels that she has stacked for a sparring match are misplaced, they almost felt like they are arranged to be…. An audience. "what the hell is going on?" the gunner thought.
He then heard an incoherent battle cry as he BackStepped to avoid a massive blade that shattered the area that he was standing on. The owner was a Slayer of some sort but had seemed to have a darker red hue to his eyes then a normal berserker. He was wearing the traditional slayer outfit, the blue vest and pants with grey metal armor on the lower legs and arm. Though he doesn't have the shackles that binds the demon in his arm. He rose speaking in with a malevolent voice "Greetings. King."
The gunner was baffled not only that he was dragged into this situation but that he could have died in a single strike from the looks of it. He managed to speak "what are you? Do you know who I am?"
The berserker grinned evilly ready to respond "oh I know you, Weskertron you are the king of my guild." The statement puzzled Weskertron to no end. How would he allow such a hostile person into his guild without noticing. Wanting a confrimation he took out a custom built pair of sunglasses to scan the oppenent.
The sunglasses filtered in a voice from another gunner, a spitfire he knew of as Urza51 "Target confirmed Wesker….. It's a berserker named Hollowteep" The name rang a bell in his head "teep!?"
He demanded in a loud voice "you're Otakoteep?!"
The berserker laughed "you could say, yes. Or you could say no." In a flash the identified Hollowteep rushed up to smite weskertron in the face only to hit the wooden wall behind him.
Weskertron managing to dodge the assault "What are you? Otakoteep is a Rogue"
With a smirk he proclaimed the truth. "I AM Otakoteep"
"No your not the guild register-" the guild leader was cut short when Hollowteep grabbed him in a Bloodlust attack.
"It honestly amazes me how brainless you can be. You yourself know that we have clones, brothers and sisters if you will." the berserker explained "Well for Otakoteep we are one in the same. When one feels remorse we all do in our own way. When one is lost in darkness we all are. In the special case, Otakoteep was so fed up with your actions that in order to keep him and his ilk in check I was expelled from his body and given life."
"So you're his anger, his rage?" Weskertron deduced. "Then I beat you he will be sated and at ease?"
Grinning evilly Hollowteep replied "IF you can manage it" he screamed as he went into a frenzy quickly slashing away at Weskertron's general direction. Cutting away at the areas that he stands at with two swords before he nimbly dodges. Seeing a brief moment the gunner drops a grenade only to see it batted away like a softball before it explodes. That was the real opening moment.
As Weskertron managed to land he kneed Hollowteep in the stomach before taking his revolvers out and unleashing a hail of bullets. This severed to make the berserker cringe in pain for a moment allowing time for him to continue with a Death Hawk. Before the guns could move back from their orbital like position the berserker struck them away with a Gore Cross. Following the red floating cross with a third slash gave the attack enough range to knock down Weskertron.
"Weskertron. What's the difference between a king and his horse?" he quipped triumphantly walking towards him.
The ranger baffled again asked his own question. "What's that have to do with this?"
Hollowteep only continued seemingly ignoring the question "and I'm not talking about obvious stuff like 'one a human and one's an animal' or 'one has 2 legs and other has 4.' Form, Ability, and Power. That's what's puzzling. If there Form Ability and Power are exactly the same then why is it that one becomes to horse and carries the king while the other becomes the king and leads them into battle?" Weskertron was about to respond but was cut short. "time's up, INSTINCT in order for like creatures to become stronger together they must develop a killer instinct to crush shred and maim their enemies. But on top of that they must have a irrefutable sense of logic behind them." hollowteep directed his sword at the ranger below him as he continued.
My friend you have lost that. You attempt to use your emotions and status to win an argument and the simple matter is that it doesn't work. You're WEAK! WESKERTRON!" grabbing a blade of blood out of thin air, he stabbed it into the ranger's stomach. In a look of disbelief the ranger looked at the blade fearing what it would eventually do. "I don't know about Calajane, but I refuse to play horse to a king weaker then me. Am I clear? Flaunting about going against your own idealize will tear the guild to pieces. And if that happens, I'll be king."
this is more of a rant to my guild master then anything else. it's mainly a rip off from Bleach when Hollow Ichigo gave his speech on instinct. But the sad truth is that sometimes people need a good kick in the pants to realize that they need to change what they are doing.
this may end here with me leaving that said guild if it turns out for the worst or i'll attempt to make a chapter 2 where the guild master fights my anger off.