RP #11 - Sekhmet. Posted on 6-1-06
As the tempature grew warmer, the merfolk began vanishing from sight. As Vanim continued to assist on healing, she began to feel the heat. She leaned against the wall holding her head. She looked toward the ocean, thinking that was too far to walk, sitting down in a chair, she sat breathing heavily, she was tired from the use of magic and now the heat was getting to her.
RP #12 - Rid Hershel. Posted on 6-3-06
12:34 PM
"...Hmmm, Eggbear. Looking at it just makes me hungry. I want some Eggbear Jerky!" Sorobaid thought as he drools at the Eggbear, clenching his fists. He stepped forward with his right foot, with his right hand pointing at the gigantic Eggbear, estimating to be about as high as over 8 ft, and about 4 ft wide.
"Yo! Eggbear! Prepare to fight the legendary, cunning, and indestrucable Sorobaid Levent, aka Diaboros!" Sobobaid stood still, flexed and began to make some odd poses.
The Eggbear was dazed and confused, it raised it's right claw, and scratched the top of it's head.
Sorobaid raised both of his hands, as he slowly observed the Eggbear from a far distance away. He reached for his back, slowly unsheathing his sword. This sword was a Large-Sword, weighing at least 20 lbs at the blade. Normally, a Katana or any type of sword(s), the weight is directly on the handle of the sword, but for this special sword of Sorobaid's, the weight was actually on the blade, not the handle. As he unsheathed his demonic sword, the Eggbear roared and glared at him, then it looked at his sword. This sword, is quite huge and thick, it curves on the right side, and has several spikes on the left. On one side of thise sword has several embedded jewels, black jewels. The blade of this sword was violet, suddenly, a dark black aura forced it's way out of the sword, the Eggbear continued to observed.
"Eggbear, meet the Dragonvein!" Sorobaid cackled, suddenly, he tried to lift the sword, pointing the tip towards the Eggbear. "God dmn, this sword was heavier than I thought! I shouldn't have asked that one Dwarf to forge this sword with Ribavius Ore, jeez!" Sorobaid was out of breath, so he plunged the tip of the sword onto the ground.
Suddenly, the Eggbear dash viciously, spreading it's arms out, reaching for Sorobaid from far away.
"..No more games. This ends now." Suddenly, there was a serious look on Sorobaid's face, his eyes darkened. With ease, he picked up the sword with his right hand, swirling it around his body, he then caught it with his left hand. Afterwards, he dashed directly at the Eggbear.
"Omega Demon Chaos!"
He yelled out, he stepped forward with his right foot and slammed his body onto the Eggbear, then he swung his sword downwards on the Eggbear, he chopped it once right across the chest. Afterwards, he swung his sword upwards, another slash right on the chest. He continued on and on until he hit the 8th slash.
"This ends now.. Dragon..." Suddenly, his entire body lit up like a lightbulb, he swung his sword down. A blue aura from his entire body emerged, seeping out of his skin. The aura shot straight from his foot onto the bear at least 10 times, suddenly, he slashed the bear sideways from the left. Sorobaid grinned, and then jumped up while chopping the Eggbear upwards.
"....Demon.." He pressed as hard as he could while he swung his swords down, aiming at the Eggbear with the sharp edge of his sword..
"..CHAOS!.." He yelled out as he sliced the Eggbear in half as he dived towards it, there force of the blow was so powerful that it created an X on the ground where the Eggbear was standing previously. Sorobaid jumped out of the ground while carrying the dead corpse of the Eggbear on his back, and smirked.
"Game over, for you." Sorobaid put away his sword, suddenly, he saw a weird looking man, who seemed to be near his 90s or so. The man was walking out ofthe forest and into Ozette.
"..No way, that guy is pretty old. Who can live that long? Hmm, I better follow him. It seems that he's heading to Ozette, that's where I was planning to go anyway." Sorobaid shrugged, and followed the old man slowly. "Jeez, this Eggbear is heavy, that's what I get for trying to kill a ..fat Eggbear."
RP #13 - Sekhmet. Posted on 6-4-06
While in the infermary, Anna's dreams tormented her with visions of Deadin's internal demon trying to kill her, then flashing to the burning building with fire all around her with no-way out as the wall collapse around her, then flashing to horrors of the merging of the worlds then to a seemly calm field as, her dreams finally where she was flying though the air and then dropped without warning, she woke up with a loud roar, the nurse in the room, dropped back but tried to calm the scared feline but would not approuch the frightened halfling, who slowly came to the realization that she was safe, as her eyes came into focus to find that she was in a bed... through ripped up through her dreams. She looked at the nurse, then laid back down in the bed, not really knowing why her dreams tortured her so. Looking over at Purrti who was out cold, she wondered what Purrti was thinking in her intence training, they nearly killed each other. She also wondered if she would ever see Deadin again, then drifted into a somewhat peaceful slumber.
RP #14 - Sekhmet. Posted on 6-5-06
Vanim entered the chamber that someone called a bathing room, when she glanced down at the water, the grime shimmered in a disgusting helo around the tub. She stood there, too exhausted to leave and too disgusted to stay, she heard a movement, turning she came face to face with a rough looking man but he look trustworthy but very talkitive, she realized he was a bard. He had felt and noticed her pain, seeking out the one of nature in need.
Bard: blinks momentary You're a mer... creature.. maid... um..
Vanim: I am a mermaid, a high priestess... Who are you? but before he could answer, she collapsed in his arm
RP #15 - White Rose. Posted on 6-7-06
"Hold on then, and I'll go get my dad..." Terra sighs as she looks at Merrick, then at the exsphere with some akwardness... "Feminine yet strong... your beauty toys with thy hearts of man..." Merrick begins to sing to Terra. "S..strong? B...bb..beautiful? Me...?" She rubs the back of her head in suprise, and blushes a bit. "Heh heh..." She sighs. "I think something in that forest got to you..." She chuckles and spins around, heading towards her house. "Those Minicoids are evil!" She laughs. Merrick sighs. "Thy fairest lady... lucky a man will be on that glorious day." He hummed again, as he got to his feet and waited for Master Irving.
"So old friend... Tell me, what happened to you in all these years?" Deadin stated to Kratos as he turned around, walked over to a bench behind Dirk's old but sturdy abode, placing the Excalibur upon it. Kratos simply didn't answer for one reason or another, and Deadin shrugged. He had finally giving up trying to draw the magnificant gift from it's equally as magnificant sheeth, and sat down to rest on the bench. The two were just slightly worn from a brief sparring match a few minutes earlier, and were awaiting Terra, who seemed to be taking her time coming to them. Kratos was standing across from Deadin in the expanded back yard of the small house, finally able to actually admire everything around him. The tall Evergreen and decidious trees growing around the estate, the beautiful, well cared for plants, and small garden growing in the small distance behind him were fragrant and pleasing to the eyes... The sound of the stream trickling along the banks of the front yard, the echo of the stream cascading down from the small waterfall under the bridge... It was all quite relaxing...
For once... Kratos felt peaceful inside... Perhaps this was Anna's warm presence touching his heart... never leaving his side. Perhaps it was the thought of finally being with his family again. Maybe it was a combination of all three things? Whatever it was, it seemed as if a great burden had been removed from inside of his soul, and blown away in the wind... He closed his eyes and smiled a bit. Taking a long breath, he exhaled and opened them up again.
Then it happened...
Catching the of Anna's grave in his eyes, they soon became fixated upon it... Kratos had invisioned this so many times in his mind, he could literally reach out and touch it ...The sight of Anna's tombstone... Her face, her body, her life with him and Lloyd.
His memories flooded back into his head like a raging tsunami... Memories of that awful time in his past...
A toddler screams with fright in the arms of his father... An army of soldiers armed to the teeth, dressed in red and black march towards a man, a child, a large beast, and a woman... or... what was once a woman just a few hours ago anyway... And leading the army stood a corrupted man. The one responsible for the trio's current situation.
A half elf clad in blue, gold, and black, with neatly combed hair lying flat on his head, and a stern face. A Desian Grand Cardinal, and master of the local Human Ranch. They called him Kvar.
A fearful, shrill whimper from the creature standing beside the man startles him, and he turns towards his once beautiful fiancee. Staring into a big red eye, the man could almost view the face of his lover. A once beautiful brown haired, brown eyed escapee from that very same ranch. She... this creature that yearned to be human again, was once a woman named Anna... The man was Kratos Aurion. And the young three year old child was Lloyd. ...Their son. Anna was crying... and in great pain... Lloyd was also crying. The large beast called Noishe jumped inbetween the trio and their enemies, growling at the approaching desians. Even with Noishe by his side, Kratos was vastly outnumbered...
Kratos shook his head and turned away from the grave. "No. I can't do this..." He says with a whisper and grits his teeth. He walked over to the tombstones and kneeled down in front of an unfamiliar one... He read what he could of it, and gasped. Some parts were covered in moss and plants, but he made out most of what the slab said. "Dirk Irving: Father, blacksmith, friend... His eyes moved to a larger word in the very center. "Hero." Kratos lowered his head a bit in remorse. He stood back up, still looking at the grave. "I'm sorry old friend..." He sighed.
"Th.. that's my grandpa..." Terra said as she stood at the corner of the house with her arms crossed and her head down some. She had just informed Lloyd of Merrick and the Exsphere, and had headed outside again, when she saw Kratos by the graves. Kratos raised his head, fully aware of her presence. "Yes. I know." He turned around to face his slightly startled grand daughter. "...I knew him well." He sighed again. "...I was not aware that he had passed. I'm sorry Terra." Terra walked and stood next to Kratos. She lowered her head. "...It's okay." She looks at his grave. "My dad told me what he did... how he helped to make some kind of ring..." Kratos looked at her. "The Eternal Ring." Terra blushed a bit. "Yeah... that one. I knew that..." Kratos smirked a bit and chuckled some. "You certainly have your parents in you." Terra looked at him a little angrily. "Hey!" Kratos smiled a tiny bit. "I didn't mean anything bad by that."
He thinks back to Lloyd and Colette's moments of absent-mindness during their journey together and he chuckles again. "I often questioned how those two got through each day." Terra blushes again. "Yeah... S--so my memory isn't the best sometimes..." She rubs the back of her head. "I'm sure you've forgotten stuff to, right? I mean... you've lived for so long..." Kratos sighs. "I have. It's inevitable really. A person's memory can only go so far before it starts to forget." He stares out at the trees, then looks up into the darkened sky. "Most of the memories of my past are blurred, so it becomes easy to mix things up, or lose information. The only things that I care to remember anymore are the important things that have the slightest meaning to me." Terra looks at him. "...Am I going to be one of those things?" Kratos startles a bit, then looks back down at Terra. He remains silent for a moment as he stares upon his granddaughter. "I mean... I never even knew that I had any family besides my parents, Dirk, and Colette's mom and dad. My dad talked about you, but he never said much..." Kratos smiles again at her. "...Of course you'll be." Terra smiles back. "Really?" He nods. "You're pretty cool, you know that?" Terra says. Kratos blushes a bit, and turns his head. "Thank you." He clears his throat, not use to compliments like that. He looks at her again. "You're ready to start training with Deadin and I, right?" Terra nods. "Yeah. I think so..." She lowers her head. "I'm a little nervous... and I know I won't ever be strong like you, but... I'll try." Kratos crosses his arms. "The first thing we need to work on is your confidence. Once you have that, all this will become easier for you. Trust me." She nods. "Yeah. I know."
Lloyd finally steps out of the house with something in his hands, and walks over to Kratos and Terra. "Hey dad, I thought that this would come in handy. I don't need to use it, but I thought that Terra might want to. They both turn around and face Lloyd. Lloyd unwraps the heavy looking object covered in burlap, and Kratos' eyes light up. "I haven't seen this in a while." He looks at Lloyd and smiles. "I see you've decided to keep the Flameberg with you." Terra eyes the sword. "THAT'S the Flameberg!" Her face glazes over with immense curiosity. "Wow..." She says. Lloyd takes the blade fully out of it's dust covered sack and offers it over to Terra. She looks at Lloyd, then at Kratos. "Wait... I can't use this... H... how do I use this? I mean, I know HOW... but..." Terra says at once, and with some hesitation. Kratos places a hand on her shoulder. "Just calm down... Take the sword."
She hesitantly extends her hands and Lloyd gives her the sword. "Wow..." She says with awe as she takes the sword by the hilt. Her arms strains a little under the weapon's weight. She scratches her head with her free hand. "...You sure about this? It's kind of heavy..." They both nod. Lloyd closes his eyes and smiles at her. "It'll take some time, but you'll get use to the weight." She waves it around slowly and with some effort. "I guess..."
Deadin steps out from around the behind the house. "I overheard what was going on..." He says quietly as the other take a moment to glance at him. He joins the others and eyes the Flameberg. "So... the sword of legend..." He looks at Terra. "This is a fine sword Terra. You should be honored that you father would even let you use this." He looks at Kratos. "Your old blade..." Kratos nods and Terra looks at him. "What...? You mean this was yours?" He nods again. "Yes. When I left for Derris-Kharlan I left the Flameberg here with Lloyd." Lloyd smiles. "And I've kept it ever since." He turns towards the front of the house. "I have a customer waiting." He starts to walk away towards Merrick who is standing by the stream, seemingly humming to himself. He stops and glances over his shoulder. "Oh and dad, there's something in the house for you. Zelos gave it to me in Iselia before he left. It's in a bag on the table." Kratos blinks a few times and Lloyd goes off towards Merrick.
"Hmm... I wonder what he left." Terra says. Kratos sighs. "I can only imagine..." Deadin chuckles. "Go get it. I'll take Terra behind the house to begin our training." Kratos sighs again. "Very well." Deadin disappears behind the house, with Terra lagging behind, carrying the heavy sword.
Kratos walks into towards the door of the house and opens it, but stops for a brief moment to observe Lloyd and Merrick. He picks up bits and pieces of their conversation... with one word sticking plainly out. Exsphere... 'I see there are still exspheres left in this world...' He thinks to himself as he looks at his exsphere planted firmly on the worn key crest, and resting on the top of his hand. 'I thought by now, you'd have gotten rid of them all Lloyd...' He thought again, as he shook his head in some frustration and walks into the house.
Approaching the table, sure enough... there was a white bag laying on top of it. Undoing the ties, he takes out the contents. Two shoulder pads, and a blue cape. A purple shirt and pants, a pair of black gloves and boots. Also inside was a letter...
Kratos opens it and begins reading.
"Kratos,
Just something I pulled together for you. Since your outfit was pretty much completely destroyed in that crash, I thought these would come in handy. It's not exactly like what you wore, but it'll do for now. It's the latest stuff here in Meltokio. It's light and manuverable, as well as resistant to some elements. I don't know about you, but I know I can't fight that well in a Kimono."
Kratos looked at the clothes he had on. A plain white Kimono with a red belt, and sandles. He continued on.
"You can thank my little beauty for the clothes your borrowing. You're welcome to wear these if you wish. We'll figure out what to do later.
Zelos"
"Heh..." Kratos said with a mixed smile. It was an odd gift, but he accepted anyway.
About 10 minutes later, the newly dressed Kratos came out of the house, and walked behind it to where Deadin and Terra were. Deadin tilted his head. "New clothes... hmm." Kratos blushed a bit, and Deadin laughed. "You look better now, don't worry about it!" Terra looks him over, closes her eyes and smiles. "Cool!" Kratos cracked a small grin. "Th... thanks..."
RP #16 - Sekhmet. Posted on 6-10-06
Several days later, Anna is out in the field practicing when a young warrior arises from the ocean, the large feline turns to face the mermaid.
: What are you?
Anna: I could as the same thing, merwarrior... however, I am a Elven Purrdi
: My apologizes, I am Alasse'. I came with Vanim. I think you should learn elven magic not the mortal magic... lowers her head but I may have spoke out of place.
Anna: chuckles you must be young for a warrior Alasse'
Alasse': I am over 400 years old but I would be considered a teenager. I could request Vanim' to teach you magic if you wish.
Anna: I think she already had that in mind... but I am uncertain... You do not seem to care that I am a halfling.
Alasse': It is humans that care most... I will return to my sqaud as we guard the shore. It is nice you meet you young half-elf. vanishes below the surface
Anna: I'm not that young.
She stared out at the ocean for a short time then walked to sit near the beach that was churned up, she came upon a small chest leaning again the flotem and jetsom. She knew she wasn't alone but she felt that way away from the forest that she called home.
RP #17 - Newtype06. Posted on 6-11-06
It was quiet. Dead silent, Deadin mused. The perfect scenario for a good duel. The two masters stood, inspecting their pupil. Terra was decently fit, able to run and lift her fair share. However, on a battlefield there was no such thing as "fair share". The lowliest recruit could be called upon to perform the same duty as a fierce and muscle-bound warrior. Testing out the weight of the Flamberge, Deadin noted that the weapon was far lighter than it should be, but still too heavy for Terra's slender arms. That would change soon, Kratos thought to himself, pulling the glove on his right hand tight to his skin.
Deadin spoke first. "Terra, there are many nuances to being a swordsman that many people overlook. True, it is a way of defending yourself, but it is also a way of life. A true swordsman seeks to better himself by becoming stronger physically and mentally. He lives honorably, using his skills with the sword to better himself and others. Those who cross him are given a chance to flee, before swift and deadly retribution crashes on them like water on rock. Do you understand?"
Terra nodded timidly, before raising her hand tentatively.
"Yes, Terra?" Kratos asked, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Um...what are nuances?" Terra asked.
With an exasperated sigh, Deadin took a knee and reached into his rucksack, producing the familiar length of rope and easily tying Terra's hands together. "Okay Terra," Deadin said. "I want you to stand on that fallen log. Without your hands to guide you, this will be more diffucult than you'd assume it would be." Deadin pointed to a thin log, barely half a foot in width, that rested on the forest bed a few feet away. With a nod of enthusiasm, Terra bounded over to the fallen tree, catching her ankle on a vine and face planting in the dirt.
"uhh…" Deadin managed to stammer, "Are you alright?"
"Oh yes," Terra laughed as she got up. "That happens to me all the time."
Terra gingerly mounted the fallen log, carefully adjusting Flamberge, which rested on her waist.
"Just wait there for a while," Kratos said. "We'll be right back." Turning about, Kratos and Deadin disappeared into the forest.
Terra felt odd, scrambling for footing on the thin log, and felt even odder wondering where her teachers had gone. Tense minutes passed, as Terra tottered on the edge of falling. However, it took almost six minutes, along with the increasing weight of the Flamberge, to topple Terra.
Falling off, Terra landed on her feet just off the fallen log. She barely had time to look around before it hit her. A flash of steel grey and a guttural grunt sent her careening to the ground in a heap. Landing face down, Terra looked up to see a pair of black boots alight in front of her eyes.
"Rule number one," Kratos said. "To slip is to die. Your enemies will always look for an opening, always look for you and your defenses to slip up. You may not see them, and you may not expect them, but they are always there. Get on the log again."
Terra did as she was told, brushing herself off and clambering back onto the log. Kratos again departed, this time accompanied by a large grey wolf.
The Wolf sniffed the air. "Something wrong?" Kratos inquired. Deadin replied in a horribly disfigured voice, "Someone is here, in the forest. I smell him. He's east of here, a few hundred yards off." Kratos' hand found his sword hilt. "Shall we go introduce ourselves?" he asked, as Deadin quickly transformed back to his Elven form.
Aaron Sage crept carefully through the Iselian Forest. Intel had pinpointed several Rheiards landing in the area. One of them had to be Terra's. The Half Elf officer made his way as best he could around several fallen logs and briar patches, until he finally caught sight of Terra. She was struggling to stay precariously perched on top of a rail-thin log. A twig snapped to Aaron's left, and the Major quickly drew his sabers.
"Hey Aaron, what are you doing here?" Terra inquired, trying her best to talk and balance at the same time.
"We were just going to ask…" Deadin started, stepping out from behind a tree behind Aaron.
"…the same thing." Kratos finished, standing up from where Aaron heard the twig snap.
"Impressive, gentlemen." Aaron said, bowing to the two swordsmen and sheathing his swords. "I have come here under orders from the Iselian military to take charge of Terra Irving's training."
Kratos and Deadin looked at each other for a moment, exchanging incredulous glances, before speaking again. "How old are you, kid?" Deadin asked of the half elf, beginning to pace slowly around.
Aaron stood at a rigid, perfect attention and stated "I am seventeen, sir."
"Seventeen?" Kratos said, mouth slightly open in shock. "The Iselian military sent a kid like you to see to this?"
"Excuse me, sir, but I must ask that you call me Aaron Sage, or simply Major." Aaron replied, back stiffening slightly.
"Sage?" Kratos said, stepping up to the half elf. "The same family as Genis and Raine?"
"They are my adopted brother and sister, sir."
Kratos turned his back to the young officer, eyes wide with shock. So much has changed, the old angel thought. Clearing his throat, Kratos turned back to the half elf.
"The Sage family is better known as spellcasters. What makes you think you can teach Terra the sword?"
"I have trained for four years in the elite Magic Swordsman division of the Iselian military."
Deadin burst into laughter, silencing himself abruptly when he saw Aaron was eying him with a look of irritation.
"Sorry, Major, but the two of us have been using swords for hundreds of years. I think she'll be better off with us."
"Excuse me, mister…?" Aaron said, finally breaking his stance and walking over to Deadin.
"Deadin, Deadin Draugdu." Deadin replied coldly.
"Mister Draugdu. But I am under direct orders to remove you two and take over here."
"Oh really?" Deadin said. "Well mister soldier, "remove" me."
Pushed to his limit, Aaron drew one saber and swung wildly at Deadin. The Elf stepped to the side, letting the blade pass harmlessly by him. Casually, Deadin reached out and poked Aaron in the chest with his forefinger.
"Great form," Deadin stated, stepping away from Aaron. "But, as I demonstrated, you left yourself open for a lethal counter attack."
Backing away, Aaron pointed his saber at Deadin. "Now you've done it!" he shouted. Pulling the saber close to him, the skies darkened and the air grew cold. Sparks ran the length of his blade, the tip still pointed at Deadin. The Elf drew his own sword, ready to block the attack.
"High Voltage!" Aaron shouted, and a circular ball of lightning erupted from his blade. Kratos stood by, watching the spectacle with arms folded. Deadin shifted his weight to his back leg, ready to repel what looked like a lightning bullet.
Much to everyone's surprise, the ball rose high in the air and laid down a hemispherical cage of electric power. Slowly, the cage began to contract, and Deadin began running out of real estate. Weighing his options, the Elf sheathed his sword.
Is he giving up, Aaron thought, concentrating to sustain the attack. Looking at Deadin, Aaron noticed tufts of grey hair growing on his neck. Deadin seemed to be mumbling something to himself, almost stuttering.
The blast generated by Deadin's forced transformation was enough to throw Aaron off his feet. A deafening roar erupted through the forest. Aaron was thrown to his back, seeing stars and the tops of the trees. He heard heavy steps crunch the leaves next to him, and a rough hand grabbed him by his collar, lifting him into the air.
Shaking the stars from his eyes, Aaron only then noticed the thing that Deadin had become. He was face to face with a growling, snarling Wolfman. The thing was nearly seven feet tall, a wall of muscle. Evil green eyes stared straight into Aaron's. The voice the creature issued forth could barely be recognized as Deadin's.
"Happy now, little soldier? That was quite an interesting attack you launched."
"Stop, Deadin." Kratos said, stepping forward and easing the arm that Aaron was attached to down. "We may have some use for this one. He is a Sage, after all."
The Hybrid stepped back, twitching involuntarily. The Beast within longed to rend the half elf from limb to limb. Deadin did his best to suppress the Beast, easing himself into his Elven form. "Yes, I guess we can. On one condition, though. We have the ultimate say in Terra's training. She can learn your magic, boy soldier, but we are her true teachers."
Aaron looked down at the ground, only looking back up when Deadin cleared his throat. "Alright," he said. "But her spell training is my job. As Kratos said, I am a Sage. None of you can touch me when it comes to magic."
"Agreed." Deadin said, reaching forward and shaking Aaron Sage's hand.
Tottering helplessly on the log, Terra finally stammers "Uh…Can I get down now?"
RP #18 - Sekhmet. Posted on 6-11-06
Meanwhile at the ocean shore, Purrti found her student looking forlorn
Purrti: What is wrong?
Anna looked over at Purrti, shrugging, she wasn't totally sure herself, then showed the chest to Purrti and the bodies that lay forgotten on the beach.
Purrti: Hmm... maybe we should take this to Lloyd.
Anna merely nodded and followed her mentor back to the village to Lloyd's house. As they approuched the door, gently opened the door, they heard voices in the back room discussing what they should do next.
RP #19 - Rid Hershel. Posted on 6-11-06
Chapter 1: Enter the Diaboros
As Sorobaid walked near the old man, he heard some footsteps approaching from behind him. He turned around to see that there are 2 knights following him. These knights were covered in armor all around their entire body, very hard armor made out of what seems to be Titanium and other alloys.
"…" Sorobaid looked at the ground, then slowly, he closed both of his eyes while crossing his arms.
"Diaboros, we've finally caught you! You're wanted for the several cases of murder, the bounty on your head right now is at 300,000 Gald. Any last words before I chop off that head of yours!" The knights laughed.
".. Heh. Idiots. Fine, just to let you in on a little secret, do you know why I killed those scientists?" Sorobaid opened his eyes, and glared at the knights, surprisingly, he was still smiling. There was a demonic look on his face, the knights could see it in his eyes. His eyes turned crimson as he continued to glare at them.
"It seems that you've stolen some sort of special Flare Bottle that they were experimenting on. I believe it makes the user surpasses his body's limit, thus increasing the person's strength and speed. So? It doesn't matter, you're going to die right here, right now!" The 1st knight spoke, his right arm reaching for his sword on his back.
"…I'll end this now." Sorobaid slowly reached for his cloak with his right hand, he pulled it off, revealing his armor. Suddenly, his strange red cloak slowly transformed into a weird looking dragon-skull shaped helm.
"W-w-what the..?" The knights stuttered and stared right at Sorobaid with despair.
Sorobaid held on tightly to the helm and slowly equipped it on his head.
"…I don't care about others, I don't care about the laws, I don't care about what you think, and I certainly don't care about killing you. I only strive to gain power, my quest for power never ends. As much as I hate to kill, if I must, I will." Diaboros cackled and stared at the knights, suddenly, his right arm reached for his Dragon Vein.
"…This ends now." Diaboros thought as he closed his eyes, pointing the tip of his Dragon Vein at the ground.
"Whatever! That weird looking sword and helm doesn't scare us, you're nothing more than a criminal! DIE!" The knights both yelled out as they ran towards Diaboros, pointing the tip of their swords towards him.
"Sonic Chaos!" Diaboros opened his eyes, and with his Dragon Vein, and slash the ground horizontally from the left side to the right side, creating a small Demon Fang at his opponent. As the first Demon Fang reached the knights, Diaboros slashed the same way again, but this time, he put more force into it, a gigantic Demon Fang followed the 1st.
The knights looked at Diaboros, seeing the distorted figure of a man wearing a dragon-skull helm. Suddenly, the knights got knocked by the 2nd Demon Fang, they slammed onto a gigantic 25 ft tree behind them.
Diaboros glared at them, and withdrew his sword. "Bye-bye." He mocked them.
Suddenly, the tree cracked in half, splitting apart from the middle of where the knights had gotten slammed into.
"SNAP!" the tree broke off into 2 pieces, the top part falling off, clashing onto the ground.
"…Time to head to Ozette. I have no time for these 'games'." As Diaboros took a step forward with his left foot, the knights slowly stood up, they pointed their swords at him.
"…. Still alive, I presume? I was hoping that attack would finish off you pathetic fools." Diaboros crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, the 2nd knight fell down on the ground.
"Well, at least now I know that one of you are dead. Are you still trying? You realize that you could take this opportunity to run away now, riiiight?" Diaboros said as he cracked a smile.
"Grr.. You killed my best friend, I'll kill you, you son of a .." The knight ran towards Diaboros, holding onto his sword, he aimed for Diaboro's stomach from the behind.
Diaboros, letting his guard down, got stabbed right in the stomach.
"D-d-damn you." Diaboros spat out blood from his mouth, he turned back to look at the knight. Suddenly, he drew his sword and chopped the knight's head off. Blood spewed from the knight's neck, the corpse slowly fell onto the ground.
Diaboros took several seconds to look at how the ground has been tainted by blood, he pulled the knight's sword off his body. Suddenly, he took off his helm, and changed it back to a regular cloak, this time, he tied the cloak around his stomach.
"..This wound.. I can't survive for very..,long, not like this.. Must head to.. O-o-ozette." His eyelids slowly closing, suddenly, the old man that saw him headed back to see that Diaboros was injured.
RP #20 - Genis Sage. Posted on 6-12-06
"What the...?" Lloyd asked, indicating the figure Merrick held. The two had been conversing for several minutes, but apparently Vanim had escaped Lloyd's eye until then.
"I'm confused too, a lot of stuff has happened and I wound up travelling with these cat-things." Merrick replied, slowly placing Vanim on the floor so he could relax his arms.
"You mean Katz?" Lloyd asked. Merrick shook his head.
"Nah, I've seen plenty of Katz, these are more like panthers. Anyways, let's not get off topic, back to the discussion we were having!"
"Oh, them!" Lloyd said, but not pursuing the topic. "Anyways, you say you have more questions? Now would be a good time to ask, since the others have gone training." Lloyd spoke to Merrick in a casual voice. "What else do you want to know?"
Merrick sighed. "I understand that exspheres are amplifiers that amplify a person's potential above and beyond their natural limits, but how are they made, by who, and why?"
Lloyd almost smiled. "That's right, you're too young to remember the Desians."
"Desians?" Merrick replied, confused. "What are Desians, exactly? I've heard that word before, somewhere..."
"Desians ceased to exist about twenty years ago, now. For hundreds of years, they terrorized the people, killing and making them slaves. Now, think. If they were taking slaves, why bother wasting food on them, when the world is slipping down the path of destruction?"
"It is?" Merrick gasped.
"No, it was, a long time ago. over four thousand years ago, the world was split in two. Each planet drained the mana from the other world, reversing the flow every time a Chosen of Regeneration completed his or her journey. The chosens were selected by Cruxis, who weren't really angels, but mostly half-elves who evolved angel abilities and traits by using an evolved exsphere called..."
"... a Cruxis Crystal." Merrick replied. "I... I have a lot of faith in Martel, and had heard rumors to this effect, but I never dreamt they were true. Why did that nice lady lie to me when I asked about it?"
"That's probably Colette, Terra's mother, she..."
"Her mother? Really?"
Lloyd sighed. "Yes, her mother. She doesn't want to tell a lot of peole the truth, since times are hard and she doesn't want people to feel powerless without faith."
Merrick sat, overwhelmed by all this information. "So, there is no Martel? No Angels, no Summon Spirits?"
"Oh, there's summon spirits, all right!" Lloyd smiled. "My friend Sheena is a summoner!"
"... you don't mean... Chief Fujibayashi of Mizuho? I heard that she got together with one of those Chosen people you talked about, is it true?"
"Yup, it's true. There won't be any more chosens after now, with Cruxis gone, but the last two are Zelos and Colette. Colette was nearly killed by Cruxis so many times, I lost count. It was hard on all of us, our group of eight, struggling for survival, but somehow, we reunited the worlds."
"Are you really that powerful?" Merrick asked.
"It was because of the Summon Spirit, Origin, that we were able to reunite the worlds. I just have a better exsphere then most people... I thought it was one of a kind, until I saw yours."
"Mine is different than Kratos's? I thought the color was different..."
Lloyd paused. "Here's the deal. I may need some assistance, and you want to get the information you want. If I tell you, you have to test your strength against me, and if I think you're good enough, I'll ask for your help."
"With what?" Merrick asked.
"Just keep an eye on Terra for me when I'm not around, okay? She could use a good friend her own age. She's always running errands for me, she doesn't really ever seem to hang out with anyone, either that, or I'm just stupid and haven't noticed."
Merrick chuckled. "Okay, sounds good! I'll keep an eye on her, now, how are exspheres made?"
There was a pause, and an odd feeling of impending doom. Merrick almost knew the answer before it left Lloyd's mouth, and it hcilled him to the bone, as well as scarred his soul.
"Human lives are sacrificed to make these things."
"... and how are ours different? Were they made without a sacrifice?"
"I can only wish." Lloyd told him. "My friend Presea was going through the same process, but we managed to save her. A special key crest that had the opposite effect of a normal one, that is, a special key crest that gives the exsphere more control ofer you, rather than the opposite, is placed on you, along with an exsphere. It eats away at you slowly, creating a Cruxis Crystal. Should the key crest and exsphere be removed, you get one of these. I don't have a name for them yet, since I thought mine was unique."
Merrick remained silent. "I obviously don't know whose mine is, but do you know who your exsphere was being made inside?"
Lloyd hesitated. "My mom..."
Again, a long pause from Merrick. "At least now, I know. These people died, hundreds or thousands, by the sound of things. It'd be a waste just to throw them away, but we can at least live their share, doing things both us and the person who died only ever dreamed of, right?"
"Yeah, that's right!"
Merrick sighed. 'If ignorance is bliss, where are the smiles? All the tears, flowing all the while, Struggle and regret will only ever get you more misery, so listen to me, um...' his brief little talking in sing-song moment ended. "I didn't know what to say after that."
"A bard, huh?" Lloyd asked. "That's pretty good!"
"Thanks."
"Anyways." Lloyd told him, "Let's go test your strength now..."
