THE ORACLE 1.1: A TRUE TESTAMENT
The battle is near.
The Man in White.
The Man of the Scythe.
It was a clear night in the Grove.
It was all black and silver
Staircases run to nowhere.
Testament. The Man of the Scythe.
The Man in White challenged him
To duel on his domain.
To prove the scythe's worth.
Testament, his eyes looked at
The Man in White's weapon:
A gun? This was what he thought.
There is no mystery in such a weapon
Not even a real way to physically use force.
Testament was a cocky being.
A man who was human,
But became some artificial device
For something or someone he did not know.
He could not see what the Man in White
Appear to be. All in white he was.
He had no face, but he had a voice.
There was no male or female behind him.
Almost like his voice except his was like
A deep well when he spoke.
Far away and dense with every word.
The Gun Man's heart is no fear.
His mission clear and bright.
Make this man think he'll win by Scythe.
Without another motion or word, the gun drove
And aimed. A goop appeared in sliver
And went straight, somewhere.
Testament defended magically without blight.
But his body and vision went on a whim
As his thinking left his brain.
He went limp with no worth
As the Man in White knew his spat
And his aim were not true weapons
But another desire that he instead brought.
The desire to see a man as a weapon
Built with his own anger and force.
Testament would be fun for this being.
A man who was human,
But became a device
For nothing or anything, he knew.
The man in scythe and black
Now appeared to be a sight he was.
A bigger face and soon a louder voice.
A giant, this man thought to himself.
A newborn giant that knelt
As high as the Man in White tall.
The giant formed a "prayer"
As his body became active than before.
Sending himself into a change he did not ask for.
He swelled, he grew, he expanded.
Everything described what was becoming.
Testament opened his eyes
And saw himself "leaving" the ground.
It became a funny thought when his vision
Expanded to find that his knelt hands stayed the same
As he saw the Man in White
Getting smaller with passing time.
He smiled and folded his arms behind him
Keeping his gun in his holster for visible sight
As if to tell him that he was shot
But not with bullets, not even the magic kind.
The bullets were in fact not so.
A strange liquid protruded from
The Man in White's side.
Another steamy day
In the kitchen.
Jam Kuradoberi balanced a plate
Full of food or two by the armful
As she scooped and mixed fried noodles
Over the hot stove.
Her restaurant was as busy as ever
Down in the busy sticks of China.
She was built like a mini goddess
As her cute face hides
Her martial arts feats,
Balancing trays, plates, anything at all
Like a limber tree.
Her outrageous and swan-like moves
Enable the piping hot food
To reach her customers in organized
And record fashion.
Even though she has a few staff
On board, she could easily manage
Her restaurant with no problem.
While balancing heavy crates
Of cabbages and rice bags,
Her ears picked up an unusual conversation
Between two men.
They appear out-of-towners
By their business suits
And government glasses hiding something odd.
Her back hid behind the swinging door
As the men continued.
They said of something odd
Taking place out in the Grove,
Not to far from Jam's restaurant.
An illegal and unknown Gear was spotted.
A Man in Bright White challenging
A wanted Gear named Testament,
Also a follower Justice, a Gear deadliest of all.
One believed that they are plotting together
And Testament was transformed
Into something greater, but was unsure if
This was any connection to Justice.
No mistakes should be made.
Jam coming away from the door
Ws left unnoticed
As she backed to the kitchen,
A scrawny waitress rushing past her
And balancing four plates, two on each arm.
She thought to herself why
A criminal like this Gear would work
For someone guy that may be another one
Unknown to even these "agents".
But she was even more curious of
What this "transformed into something greater" was.
Bounty work was already behind her
And she would rather not risk her business
To any criminal that would put her
In financial ruin.
Then again, she was still short on staff.
And realized if there was a large bounty involved,
She would hire more staff in the kitchen
With enough energy to focus
Her work and her arts at the same time.
A wonderful opportunity opened again
With a price greater than before.
But if this "great" meant greater danger,
Is it enough for her?
Or is something more a foot in the end?
Before Testament could get a word
From the Man in White,
The being disappeared.
The Gear was stranded
In the desolate grove,
Left to expand further while
His body continued along.
Slowly, he raised his one large leg up
And stood straight, as
His other bigger knee left the ground.
As fair sized as the Grove was,
It resembled now a child's toy
Hidden behind bushes for safekeeping.
Testament stood about 100 feet high,
His one foot could cover a well
As his boot toe was against the marble stairway.
His scythe nothing more than a toothpick,
Too small to be of use anymore.
The Gear was something more
In many ways and flashed a thought
Of his revenge and anger against man.
He knew he stood taller than Justice
And handling humans in his own fashion
Would not be a difficult feat.
Something for him to finally achieve,
Knowing all, even other humans and Gears,
Were nothing to him and could do
Nothing for him.
The ultimate being
Ready to play with the toys.
Unaware of anything beside his
Devious delight,
A little lady was crouching behind bushes
As she saw the giant Testament
Pick up his scythe, but between his tree limb fingers.
Her jar dropped in awe, a gasp
Escaping her breath.
Her sight craned above,
Her heart pounded, scared
Fearing she would be seen.
She almost started to question
Why she bothered looking for him.
Then, she wriggled her nose and let out
A dainty sneeze, a wind blew
As the Gear heard something faint
Below his feet.
Jam muttered a soft cry and hid further inside the bushes.
Thinking quickly, she pretended to fall asleep,
Wiping her nose tip in fain slumber.
He caught sight of her tiny body
And gingerly placed her on his palm
Outstretched and carried her up
To his face.
Already knowing she was being watched,
Jam "awoke" and gasped,
Not in a fake moment of surprise,
But at how large Testament's face appeared.
Billboard sized nonetheless,
Yet she was also…drawn.
She never knew how attractive he was.
A sullen man yet uniquely feminine
By his soft features and eyes
That hid kindness over his irritation.
She pleaded with him
To not harm her.
She was not after him for any reason.
She even refused to fight him
As if it was a battle set to win anyway.
She is nothing to you
A silent voice cried out.
The Man in White appeared.
His gun hidden away behind his cloak.
His sneer visible like window blinds
In the hot sun.
Take back what is yours
And your kinds
His words poured out again.
A whistling wail cried out
And Jam landed on the ground
Standing in front of
The Man in White.
She snapped back at him,
Stating that Testament
Was hers.
What that meant
Was anyone's guess.
But she was determined for her prize.
She flexed her fingers
Drawing him near for a fight.
The Man in White
More than gladly excepted.
Two opponents duking it out
For control of the on-looking giant Gear.
She flared a Hochifu at him,
Then retaliated with a Ryujin
As he stepped back,
Dodging the attacks.
Her forces bombarded again;
Breath of Asanagi,
The Bakushu,
Gekrin, Kenroukaku
Mawarikomi,
She kicked in every direction
He could take.
But the Man in White
Proved quick as lightening.
Removing himself from
Every skillful move
Jam fought with.
He drew out his gun again
And fired a shot,
Jam was also quick
As the bullet zoomed past her head.
She panted in shock
Unaware of his gleaming weapon.
Another bullet fired;
This time piercing her side.
Blood soaked her red bodice
And dripped red along her pink skirt.
She winced and sobbed by the hot stinging
Wound, her hands covered red.
The gun aimed for her forehead.
The Man in White's smile
Pictured death and carnage
At a defenseless victim,
Beaten down unfairly.
Hitomi!
A cry echoed the Grove.
The ground split and arose
A red ooze with a hideous face.
It clamped the Man in White.
His body dropped in a clumsy manner
And his energy dropping.
He muttered and tried to speak out.
Testament stood up to his full height,
Angry, furious, wanting something.
When he called out a cry to end
That life, the Man in White
Managed a weak smile
And flashed a bright light
Emitting from his body
And quickly disappeared.
Both Jam and Testament
Stood there is shock
Of the cowardly and unsuspecting approach.
She turned up to him finally.
Her side still hung by her hands.
She won regardless, but then
There was the matter of
How long if possible
Testament would remain this size.
It would be hard press
To bring him in,
Many times her size
He would not be easy to take down.
Once again, she asked him
How he would get out of this.
Was his plan still intact?
Strange thing was
Testament seemed defeated already.
He wanted to fight against the humans,
He already had the size and the power to match.
But it didn't seem fitting, almost
Worthless.
He knelt down beside Jam
And gently placed her in his hands again.
Jam moaned from the ongoing pain,
But she was confused as what to do next.
Then, a thought hit her as she smiled crookedly.
Jam relaxed on a make shift bed
Admiring her long right leg
In the air.
Her dainty open foot
Seemed to balance something.
"Testy" hung for dear life
Grabbing her "bigger" big toe
As Jam casually swung her leg
Back and forth, watching his
Frightful reaction with every
Pendulum swing.
A fitting bargain Jam thought
In the end when the effect wore off
On Testament and now a something for her as
Her mind lay idle,
But her body tensed
With the idea of how much fun
It would be to have
A Gear toy to play with.
