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Post by judgement on Jul 7, 2014 3:14:07 GMT
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Post by judgement on Jul 7, 2014 3:21:45 GMT
[Prologue | The Old City Of York: The Hand Of Fate.They Shall Smite Thee.]
Alistair stood there, on top of a building feeling the wind in his hair-he was waiting for a certain someone to arrive to the battleground, it seemed to be something similar to a ruined city of New York. A couple of miles away you could see a gigantic dust storm out on the horizon. He hadn't know what kind of building it was on however it had a good amount of motor gas-powered vehicles inside, and had many levels that seemed to be accessible through walking or driving one of the mysterious vehicles he found, he hadn't know what they were called but it didn't matter, he got around fine just walking. However he had seen a sign near the front of the building saying something about a 'Parking Deck'. You could also easily see into the building, had no furniture, windows, nothing. Alistair was seriously interested in these weird structures but none of the matter at the moment, he had a goal. And that was to defeat an enemy and get home.
"What is taking this person so long . . . ." Alistair was sitting on the top portion of this Parking Deck, it seemed to be made out of concrete and very very well reinforced, It was just surprised of astounding craftsmanship that was used to make this structure. But soon he sighed going back to his normal mindset, he needed to stay sharp-but at the same time not be too stressed about this, he needed to make sure to stay calm and level-headed overall. Alistair looked down to the ground, there were many things on there such as the vehicles, signs, metal, larger vehicles with a multitude of seats inside and no straps to keep them locked in, along with mysterious logs of wood planted into the ground with wires connecting each of the logs.
Alistair stood at six foot, for most that was a rather gargantuan height. He wore a type of pants that were of blue cloth, they went all the way to the top of his black running shoes, they were not too tight nor too lose. The pants and shoes were neither restricting, nor to free. Up top he wore a simple white t-shirt along the top where it folded there was a plain green tie. The second layer of shirt was a turtle neck that hid majority of his tie, you could only see one fourths of the tie really-at the bottom of the shit there were two parallel white lines leaving a red line down the middle going all the way around. Above was a blue colored jacket that was made out of cotton with golden buttons along one side and on the other were empty spaces to insert the buttons so that he could close the jacket-however for most of the time he had it unbuttoned so his turtleneck would show. His skin was a creamy pale color, his eyes were a glimmering golden along with chic black hair that had the messy look however did not get in his eyes, his bangs combed to the right.
Alistair looked around seeing the sun-a big ball of fire-setting on the western horizon, he sighed looking around unsure of what to do, the setting that he was in was a very bleak place, it was boring . . . What else was there to say? " -sigh- . . Where the hell is this guy I am suppose to fight?" Alistair had been too happy about this random fight because one of his friends- one of his brothers- had recently died. And now he had to go out on some random fight? It wasn't the best time to do so however he what he needed was to get this done, but he thought it was rather rude of this unknown person to challenge him out of the blue. He was quite curious of who this mystery opponent was.
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Post by War on Jul 7, 2014 5:25:19 GMT
[ Prologue Pt.1 | The Astreain Fields: What Will Become of Me, My Mother? | - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
"All I remember was the slight feeling of pain - the soft breath leaving my brothers body - and the sudden dead silence as the city I once loved burned to the ground with he and I within it. What was this place to me now? Was this blue fire that engulfed it something I should see as a sign? Mother, Dear Akasha, is this the destiny you have laid out for me? Why am I here, nothing, but mesh in my own demise? I failed my family, shamed my name, left my wife a widow and my mentor disappointed. Mother, Goddess Akasha - what will you have me do?"
Astah's eyes opened quickly as he was greeted with the sight of an endless field of golden wheat and flowers more beautiful than imagination could hold. This golden light than shun over this place and the cool wind that blew over the tall grass gave a feeling of unearthly calm and relaxation. This was the Heaven of his people, the Astreain Fields. No one was here it seemed, but when he looked over his shoulder he spied his brother. "Vanastel? They got you as well, did they?" He gave a soft chuckle as he looked away, "I honestly didn't see us ending the way we did.""Nor did I." Vanastel responded back, his emerald eyes ever looking into the distance, "But this isn't the end of us."
"Unn?" Astah mumbled as the gaze of the fields entranced him, "How do you figure?""He - the Fae. My body may have housed some of your blood, but didn't you also implement that into someone else before you passed?"
Something then shot to Astah mind as the realization struck him - his steel-blue eyes wide as the sky turned grey and began to become violent. His brother did not move. With this realization the heavens decided he was not ready to pass on and were prepared to send him back to the mortal realm - wherever place that he may still live. This was where Astah benefited from the rights of a Still Blood. His prosecutors had failed to see him thoroughly smited - and thus had failed to root him out. Although, this did not set Astah's mind at ease. "What of you, brother? I cannot bring you back if I have nothing left of you!" Astah shouted as the ground began to swallow him - brining him down by the feet first. He fought, but to no avail. "Worry not, Astah." Vanastel said softly against the wind, his emerald eyes for the first time meeting his brothers, "I will find a way."
Astah's mouth opened to speak, but the earth had swallowed him up before he could. His last image was of his brother, actually smiling at him, before everything turned black. it was then another heavy weight rested on his brothers heart as he spiraled down a familiar path - from the heavens he was born in to the mortal realm of the people he had grown to love. [ Prologue END: EXIT to The Old City of York ] - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
[ Prologue Pt.2 | Old City of York: Reborn in a New World with New Beginnings | - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
Things were dark for the longest time . . . that is until a small red light began to shine in the distance of this dark place. Trudging towards this light slowly - his mind aching with pain as he moved. It seemed like forever when he finally made his way to look at this red light - which encircled a mirror that out looked through a strangers eyes. This place looked familiar. This destroyed city reminded him of somewhere - which the memory slowly cleared back into his mind.
"The Old City of York." a whisper echoed, this voice within the mind of Alistair - engaging a familiar feeling within him.
Astah knew where he was and what needed to be done. Clustering all of his will into a single motion, the remnant blood that Astah had left behind within Alistair's body clustered together inside of his vein, making his way out in a launch - and quickly dripping from his skin without laceration. This clump of thick blood fell far down onto the ground and began to shift and move in a grotesque way - the cells multiplying rapidly. It would take some time, but by the way the blood was clustering and building - growing into a mass of thick biomass that eventually created a meat sack of flesh and blood - Astah know his brother wouldn't come near it for the time being.
Not until it burst open like a water balloon and let a man standing there breathing heavily - one of a familiar stance. Only a couple inches taller than Alistair and hair as black as midnight - as long as his knees as well - this man slowly lifted his head to reveal two familiar steel-blue grey eyes and a smirk as he spoke,
"Looks like I was right to invest in you, eh?" the deep, greatly accented voice, whispered as the sun began to set farther behind the horizon.
Although he was basically naked, the blood that covered him quickly clustered together over his body - reforming the iconic set of clothes he was most known for wearing. His black duster over a unzipped hoodie - a grey under shirt beneath that along with black jeans and black combat boots that looked sturdy and strong. His body was clean of blood and only the small pool of blood around his feet was left. He pushed his hair back into a ponytail, tying it back with a ribbon of blood before he keeled down to the puddle at his feet and pulled out, by it's handle, a long straight katana.
"Hello, my darling love~" Astah whispered softly, "Didn't think I'd ever see you again."
He spoke to his blade, the iconic weapon that he carried with him in one shape or another. Lunarix, the Moon Ripper, the most beautiful weapon of them all. She was obviously Astah's pride and joy and pretty much the focus of his power. He was a force to be reckoned with when she was at full power and wielded effectively. Unfortunately for him - his previous opponents had cut him down before he had conjured his blade to that point. That was a mistake he couldn't make again. His brother, Alistair, wouldn't have his blood within him any longer
"So . . ." Astah said as his Ck Aura Field began to expand, growing just far enough to encompass the area all around him within a fifty foot area, "What are you up to now my brother?"
The Ck Aura Field wasn't inherently harmful - his brother knew how it worked, and even though he wouldn't be able to detect it without some special means, it would still be there and lingering. [ Prologue END: THIS WAS A LONG ASS POST ] - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
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Post by judgement on Jul 8, 2014 0:51:05 GMT
[Chapter 1|The Old City Of York:The Grotesque Surprise.The Shock Of A Lifetime|--[♜/车]Alistair swayed side-to-side, humming to himself a silent little tune as the orange ball of fire was slowly being engulfed by gray clouds on the far off horizon. The Vi Victorian was rather silent, he was also on edge as of not to long ago because the head of the family-Astah, his brother and friend.- Along with Vanastel had died. Yeah, Alistair wasn't too happy about either of their deaths but the name needed to live forth, he hadn't known Vanastel too much but he was a Vi Victorian, a brother. However Astah on the other hand he had known for quite a while, they had fought along each other's side way before Alistair became one of his brothers.
Alistair jumped nearly falling off of the building as he heard something-however it was not from an outside source.... more like... from inside... "What?...."
Soon he felt something oozing out of his hand, it looked like a clump of blood. He saw it fall on the ground, this caused Alistair to turn and run thinking it was some sort of attack his opponent was trying to use to get the upper hand on Alistair, but soon he looked back and the sight made him... rather nauseous. He turned away making his back face the gross... mess... of whatever the fuck it was, he really had no fucking idea what was going on, he simply was waiting for the opponent to show himself so he could get this fight done.
Alistair had made sure to keep his sense sharp because facing his back to a possible attack could be a very very bad mistake, that could easily get him killed in a fight however...for him... that was way too fucking gross.
Alistair jumped... the voice... this voice.. it was something similar... Alistair quickly spun around to see... wait what the fuck? His eyes were rather wide, but soon his head dabbed down and he sighed soon looking back to the male, "Seriously dude.... you need to watch the shit you do.... it can make me shit myself sometimes."
Alistair had been amazed that he was life-but now that he thought about it he shouldn't of been, knowing Astah he was too fucking hard-headed to die. He soon sighed and let out a small chuckle, that soon turned into a loud laugh. After a few moment he yawned looking towards Astah that was now completely clothed with a puddle of blood on the ground, he looked to him and gave of a cheesy grin, "Oh? Astah. Well welcome back hmm? I would love to hear about your travel to the afterlife and back! Did the gods themselves send you back~?"
Alistair saw as Astah took his katana and said his hello, he simply closed his eyes crossing his arms as if waiting silently, he couldn't blame Astah to be honest, he was just brought back to life. Before Alistair made him answer questions he was going to give him a minute.
Soon he listened as his brother spoke out to him Alistair simply chuckled and opened his eyes looking up to Astah, "Well I was waiting for an opponent to appear, however you seemed to show up before him...or her.... or possibly it... Iunno."
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Post by War on Jul 8, 2014 1:55:31 GMT
[ Chapter 1 | Old City of York: Peace or Probability| - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
"Good, I'm not a God of Blood and Gore just for the sake of it." Astah said, dusting off his coat, "I have a reputation to keep, am I right?" He spoke as he propped his beloved blade against his shoulder, giving a little smirk at his brother - his free hand resting on his hip, "My Mother wasn't ready to see me yet. I wasn't expecting to land here of all places - although Vanastel pointed it out to me." His eyes only showed a flash of remorse, "Now I'm waiting on him to make his prevail back from the afterlife. Those bastards didn't leave anything of him when they killed us." Rubbing the back of his neck, he admitted, "I have no way to bring him back. It saddens me that I must wait."Shrugging, Astah let Lunarix back down to his side - a ring of Silver Energy beginning to draw around him in a short circle. The moon was barley visible in the sky - but it provided enough to activate the Attalice Sword Style. Astah expected his brother to know what it was - and that he wouldn't yet attack. So, Astah waited there to let his brother soak in the fact that he was not yet dead while collecting the Blood around his feet - manifesting them into five small sphere's that floated in a close proximity to his torso. At this point his Ck Aura was at full fruition and expanded as far it could for now - that being the key factor. Astah would blink once and the color of his eyes would change. The left a dark crimson and the right a royal blue - both glowing a vibrancy of their respective colors. He would wait for his brother to make the first move - speaking, "How about you make the first move when you're ready. Whenever your original enemy shows up - we'll do a royale. How's that sound?"[ Chapter 1 END ] - - [ ♚/天皇 ] |
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Post by judgement on Jul 8, 2014 8:13:54 GMT
[Chapter 2| The Old City of York: The Reunion of A Family Starts With a Friendly Brawl? |- -[♜/车]
Alistair chuckled slowly as nodded for a moment, must not of been his time. He figured Astah would come back but for a while it was looking pretty bleak. He didn't know what was going to happen for a while there. Of course now that Astah was there everything would be fine and dandy, Astah was the leader. And the when the leader is away the group is always unbalanced, however now the leader was back. And Alistair was eager to test his own metal against him, considering his opponent should of been here an hour ago he figured he could fight Astah instead, it would make the most sense after all.Alistair held out both of his hands-left and right. And went in a motion as if he was grasping something, soon a bright light appeared and after it settled both his right and left hands had armor on them. To be exact they were gauntlets, he knew for a fact Astah knew what they could do so he figured this would be fun. Although to be fair he also knew what Astah could do. This fight seemed to be pretty even overall.Alistair knew of this CK aura field of his so he devised a plan that may or may not work. This was the first time he had ever done this before so yeah, he was trying to think of if it would work. He slowly manifested some Kari around his gauntlets that soon moved to cover his body in hopes that the aura field would no longer detect him, however this covering of Kari was a rather thin transparent covering so it was most likely not seen."I would love to Astah. But come on you know I always dislike the first move~"[Chapter 2 END] |
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Post by War on Jul 8, 2014 22:57:56 GMT
[ Chapter 2 | Old City of York: Finding Another Reason | - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
Astah's eyes kept locked on his opponent, his eyes glowing as they read the aura that flowed around him. Alistair had managed to distort his detect via the CK Aura, but he still had his base sense to rely on. He made a deep breath through his nose, reading his opponents sent and keeping it in mind. he was outlined in a golden color - which would remain that way so that he would be able to be 'sniffed' out. "I would love to Astah. But come on you know I always dislike the first move~"Astah gave a smirk as the silver circle drawn around him suddenly vanished and the pressure around his body grew. he manifest Ck Aura around his lower body, preparing himself to use Fleet, "I dislike it just as much, but someone has to lead in this tango, hu?"His body then moved in a blur of color. That blur found itself up in the air, wall running against the building they were closest to - a quick burst of Ck Energy being released from the tip of his right hands finger while moving. When the first motion of Fleet ceased, he transitioned back into again to push himself from that building to the one across the street to dive into the window. During the time he spent above Alstairs head - his Blood Sphere prepared thmselves to intercept an attack that could be coming their way. Rolling on the dusty floor - Astah knew that he shouldn't remain inside for very long, so he used Fleet a third time to quickly make his way to the other side of the building and jumped out, landing on the rooftop on the other side of that street. He was biding time and he knew he was moving fast enough - and sporadically enough - that he wouldn't have much of a clear shot. His grip tightened on Lunarix as more Lunar Energy flowed into her blade - a silver outline beginning to shine brighter around the long, moonlit, blade. [ Chapter 2 END ] - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
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Post by judgement on Jul 9, 2014 22:51:26 GMT
[Chapter 3 | The Old City of York: The Glorious Fist of Justice | - - [♜/车] As Astah smirked he was ready, he already knew he had been planning for some sort of movement or attack. He had heard of many attacks and abilities that Astah possessed but Alistair had not personally seen them so there was no way that he would recognize it when he saw. The male chuckled and said, "Let us begin our catastrophic dance." Alistair quickly smirked and began to create Kari, as he did this traveled to his leg and torso. This would make him go faster than before and the more he Kari he used the faster it would enable him to go but this would also increase his reaction time.
Alistair kept his eyes on Astah as he used fleet to go up to the building, then to go over to the other, then to go across the street. He hadn't been paying much attention to the blood sphere until it appeared above him. After this he held out his hand and was already getting ready to attack however he was waiting for him to get into a certain position. Yes Alistair could keep up with Astah most likely if he just used more Kari however the more he used the more it would cause a strain on him mentally and physically so unless it was needed then no he would not. As soon as Astah stopped on the rooftop Alistair pushed off the ground, with the force and speed that he pushed off with the ground around him-which was concrete-broke into pieces and flew everywhere hitting cars behind him and causing the alarm to go off. The concrete pieces would hit the cars and cause dents and as well break the glass windows it had. But at the force Alistair was going withing about twenty-five second to half a minute he was already half way across the street. Of course he was keeping the Kari blowing, he needed extra speed so by using Kari generation a small solid platform made out of the energy appeared behind him he quickly retracted into a crouch and pushed off again-with this he was on the building at this point. Of course he had yet to attack however at the moment limited to only being able to focus Kari in three places until he either entered second stage of Revitalization or went into Burst Mode with his Gauntlets. However this was not until later he would use them, this was not a life or death battle he suspected so he was not going as hard as he could so it was full well possible he might not even use either of the two techniques. The whole time he had been in mid-air he had been focusing Kari in his gauntlets of course one had been stopped for a single reason-the soul purpose to create the construct that would of allowed him to get to Astah in a total of forty seconds. Pulling back one of his arms the metal came back leaving sockets that were empty-Astah would notice this as Burst Mode due to him once using it in a battle that he was partnered up with Astah, this would increase his strength a considerable amount of course he was not using Burst Mode just yet. This was a technique Alistair considered one of his most basic close-quarter-combat techniques where he would momentarily using Kari cause the metal to be flipped up on a single gauntlets causing the Kari to seep out as if a gas, this gas would surround the flipped up metal ridges and coat them seemingly going into a liquid state of course then being forced into a solid state of matter. With that said this was not Burst Mode but something visually similar up to the point where it was in a gas state instead of a energy state. With his right hand he came up to Astah of course he was not walking-it was more of a full speed sprint with increased speed to about a minimal use of Kari. "YOU BETTER GRIT THOSE TEETH!!!!" Alistair leaned in closely and would try to deliver a deadly blow to the face with his right hand, he was already getting the same process ready with his left hand stopping the Kari use within his Right hand focusing on three places-his left gauntlet along with both left, and right legs to quickly speed away from any attack Astah could possibly try to make. The Kari on the Right Gauntlet would stay in places as a solid construct along the metal ridges acting as not only a thing to use to hit harder and use as a slashing weapon but as a protective covering so the Gauntlet's metal would not break.[Chapter 3 END]
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Post by War on Jul 10, 2014 19:14:16 GMT
[ Chapter 4 | Old City of York: Fast Steps and a Dance, It Seems | - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
Astah's eyes watched Alistair as he broke through the building - his eyes detecting the mass amounts of Kari around him. His golden outline let Astah know his movements and because of his own rapid motions via Fleet - he would be able to keep up with him. He focused more CK Energy - allowing it to encompass his entire lower body so that his movement speed would be twice that of what it already was. His eyes, glowing their respective colors, charged up, as he peered and watched his opponent may way for him. Although he didn't move until he was in plain sight and used fleet to step off at an angle, bringing up Lunarix to prepare the full blown attack, but he wouldn't use the charged power to negate the Kari Fist. His eyes were focused on his as his feet moved back and to the side, the projectile energy fist coming closer, but moving only so fast that his eyes could detect it while in Fleet-Motion. His hand moved up and a point of Ck Energy focused at the tip of his finger, shooting off and attempting to make a hit mark against the side of Alistairs fist to knock it off it's intended trajectory and force the fist to miss. Going at these kinds of speeds, it wouldn't be very applicable to shift direction suddenly without first slowing - though the strike of Ck Energy wasn't enough to damage the gauntlet. Only allow for Astah to get away and leave behind a gift. " Perhaps you should grit yours, brother." He said with a smirk as he used Fleet to move away. A single blood sphere remained behind with Alistair and ignited with a high-powered explosion. Moving now faster to the side in another movement of Fleet - Astah moved down into the street and rushed away from the growing impact zone, though the licks of Irabellum flame wouldn't harm him. With as much blood there was compressed inside of the sphere, there would be equivalent to the amount of explosive power and heat - which would equal a lot. Even should Alistair shoot back - the ignition would still catch him if he hadn't planned ahead for this in forethought. Ceasing motion - stopping with a quick skid and halt - Astah looked back to see that the sphere was enough to completely level the dilapidated building he was originally at and the builds next to it on either size. Just barley out of the danger zone, the smoke and debris made for a thick cloud that would make vision almost worthless and a sense of smell just as worthless. Due to the Second layer of his CK Aura field - if his opponent attempted to discover him with his energy or through some other means, he wouldn't be able to. Astah stayed within the smoke, using fleet to change his direction in the event his opponent tried to launch a blind attack in his general area. Swift motions allowed him to pass through the building to his left and onto the opposite street, then quickly enter into the building to for hiding while he charged his power. He wouldn't return fire this round. [ Chapter 4 END ] - - [ ♚/天皇 ]
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