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Posted by otakuuu on 23 May 2012 - 12:31 PM
here it is! (: hope you and Shinmaru like it..xD
Posted by Boo on 22 February 2013 - 08:53 PM
I am typing this message while rebels lay siege on my client's castle in Amsterdam, the capital of Europe. My client, someone you seem to know mainly as Boo, has asked me to call for your help. He has a very large sum of money that needs to be kept safe while he finds a way to free himself of the clutches of the communists. You seem to be the only person he entrusts with this task. The number we are speaking of is just little over 610.000 EUR which roughly converts to 3.512.000.000 USD, as you may know. There are two reasons why he asked for your help in this:
- 1. According to DNA tests you are the closest living family member he has.
- 2. The money was earned by the big success of the OB Podcast, which featured many of you. ¹
I regret to inform you that due to Europe's current regulations, you would only able to give Boo back 1.000 EUR and you will have to keep the rest of the money and do with it as you see fit. Please send me your bank account number, credit card number, access codes, login codes for OtakuBoards, picture of you, picture of you naked, and a picture of your mother via private message on this website. I will transfer the money right away.
Thank you for helping my client out! Have a nice day.
Get it? It's a CON. Ha.
¹ Korey hasn't seen a single cent of it, so please do not mention it to him.
Posted by Boo on 29 January 2013 - 09:21 PM
Suddenly OB fists on my tablet screen.
Posted by Brasil on 28 July 2012 - 01:11 PM
Miranda Tate. The Talia bit is only formally revealed in the last 10 minutes of the movie. And the entire characterization is crap, basically. There's nothing of the off-on strained romance that Bruce and Talia share in pretty much the entire LoS continuity. Nothing. At all.
As "Miranda," she gets close to Bruce, gains his trust, etc, which fits pretty well as Talia, but a huge part of the Bruce/Talia relationship entirely exists BECAUSE Bruce knows she's Ra's' daughter, and BECAUSE Talia knows about Bruce's history with the LoS.
By saving the Talia reveal for the end, it removes a lot of that character depth, and at that point, all it does is little more than turn Talia into a completely normal comic book villain who wants to destroy Gotham out of revenge.
And Talia dies like a completely normal comic book villain. And has a mini-speech like a completely normal comic book villain as she dies.
I've always trusted Nolan's instincts, but here they completely missed the target. Talia isn't a normal comic book villain, and she never was. In a lot of ways, she was actually one of Bruce/Bats' strongest allies, even though she was technically also one of his strongest enemies.
Bane. The whole thing reminds me of Darth Vader BEFORE James Earl Jones or ED-209. Where David Prowse's sing-songy Irish accent or whatever always sounded completely off, even if his body language was perfect.
But Vader worked, because Prowse nailed the feel of Vader's movement, and JEJ had the growl to match it. Prowse's movement and JEJ's growl synced up perfectly, and even though Vader's face was covered...you just knew he was pissed.
Bane's mask looks like ED-209 but there's no ED-209 growl. There's no real visual cue to know when Bane's actually talking. I was able to understand him 95% of the time, but there never was a clear sync like there was with Darth.
They should have gone post-production and mechanized parts of Bane's voice.
Hell, the mask should have been more than just a painkiller agent. It should have also helped him speak. His throat/mouth/vocal cords should have been so damaged by whatever it was that happened (seriously, it's NEVER even explained sufficiently, and that pissed me off), that mask should have been his voicebox, basically. And it desperately, desperately needed some sort of light--something, anything--to indicate when Bane was talking.
I mean, ****; if a cheapo '80s TV show like Knight Rider could have a couple of crappy lightbulbs to signify when KITT was talking...why couldn't Bane's mask?
And that's me being superficial and nitpicky, because Bane's goals throughout the film...are BACKWARDS. Seriously. He and Talia needed to swap objectives, basically. Or at least split them out better.
Bane should have completely focused on just two things:
1) Breaking Batman
2) Breaking Gotham
That's it. Talia's goals should have been:
1) Breaking Bruce emotionally
2) Breaking Bruce financially
Instead, Bane leads a ridiculous assault on a trading floor, takes the city hostage, all so Talia can detonate a nuclear bomb in the city cause she wants revenge for the death of a man she never forgave...UNTIL BATMAN KILLED HIM ZOMG. I can kind of find logic in Bane leading the financial assault a bit since it ties into what Talia was doing, but it was so awkwardly handled that I just...no. Plus, if there's a war declared on a trading floor, they should have immediately locked down the trades and prevented any trades from going through at all. It shouldn't have mattered whether Bruce's prints were verified.
On top of that, Bane's voice suffers from the same problem Bats' voice did in TDK: during shorter dialogue, it's fine. For speeches longer than a paragraph, it sounds silly. And most of Bane's longer speeches came from the financial assault sub-plot, or football field speech. Basically, whenever he's talking into a microphone, to a crowd, it gets real stupid, real fast. When he's one-on-one with Batman, or Talia, or random execs, it's PERFECT, because the situation allows him to be short and sweet.
And ditch the nuke completely. Just...ditch it completely.
I mean, don't get me wrong. There's definitely a lot to like in TDKR. There's a lot of really solid dialogue, some decent back-and-forth between Fox and Bruce, and the first fight between Bats and Bane (the backbreak) is absolutely stunning. JGL was fantastic, and Anne Hathaway was inspired as Selina.
Though I'm kinda salty that Selina and Bruce end up together at some random cafe or something. Their relationship always seemed pretty similar to Bruce/Talia...and a lot like pretty much all of Bruce's relationships: very off-on again, very strained. Catwoman never struck me as the kind of woman willing to settle down at all. She was always pretty fiercely independent. Hathaway definitely hit a lot of those independent notes, and I think it's why I enjoyed Pfeiffer's Catwoman so much (minus the crazy and leather, obviously)...both of their portrayals really hit at a core of the character.
And I think where TDKR missed it is where Batman Returns actually got it right: Bruce and Selina wouldn't wind up together.
I guess it's like...if Bruce is damaged goods as much as he is--and really, you'd have to be severely damaged to dress up like a bat and cruise the city at night, beating criminals to a pulp with your bare hands...getting some trim is not going to fix your deep-seated emotional issues.
I'd even argue it a step further, and say that the focus on Rachel in BB/TDK was always misplaced, as well: Bruce doesn't need to find acceptance/peace in other people...he needs to find it within himself. That's the irony in this trilogy. Bruce won't find meaning for his life in other people, yet he's continually chasing just that. Rachel, Harvey, Talia, Selina...he's constantly trying to find an external validation of internal torment and anguish.
Can Bruce find peace? Yes. By himself. By retiring as Batman.
The rest of the movie is so uneven that it's difficult to really embrace it. Particularly with regards to superhero philosophy in the Nolan trilogy.
The way I see it, out of all of Bats' Rogues Gallery, there are maybe six characters, total, that directly relate to the very core of Nolan's exploration of Batman:
1) Ra's al Ghul
6) Talia al Ghul
And really, I'd venture that those characters are the only six that directly relate to Batman's core character in the comics/graphic novels, too. The rest of the Rogues Gallery is basically C-listers that get called up into the majors so the A-listers can take a break.
In BB, it was all about Fear. All about Bruce overcoming his, using it against his enemies--one of my favorite exchanges in all of cinema is:
Alfred: "But why bats, sir?"
Bruce: "Bats frighten me, Alfred...it's about time my enemies shared my dread."
In BB, Bruce created a persona, created a symbol, and ruled Fear. He took bits from both Ra's and Scarecrow and dominated. Hell, when Crane gets gassed with his fear toxin and sees Batman as some oily Middle Ages bat-demon? PERFECT. And when Batman's flying overhead, after the Narrows get gassed, people look up at him and just see a large black monster with burning red eyes? BRILLIANT. Fear, man. BB nailed it.
In TDK, it was all about Batman's limits. What he would and wouldn't do. How far he could and couldn't go. Both emotionally and physically. Well, mostly morally, at least. Joker kept trying to get him to break his One Rule. But even when Bats was being pushed to his limits, we still saw the physical toll. Bruises, scars, brutal injuries...and when Alfred mentioned them, what'd Bruce say?
"Batman has no limits."
"But you do, sir."
Batman may have been emotionally broken in TDK, but he wasn't broken, physically.
Bane does break him physically in TDKR, but that whole story arc--Knightfall, I mean--where Bane focuses on Batman for the challenge...took a complete backseat to the whole financial/football field/No Man's Land plot mess. What was arguably Bane's biggest, most important philosophical hook...ended up playing second-fiddle to generic comic book movie fodder.
And you know, the more I think about it, the stronger the film would have been--and the far more relevant it would have been--if Bane had REALLY focused on breaking Batman/Gotham, and Talia had REALLY focused on breaking Bruce emotionally/financially. Remove the entire nuke plot and make the entire conflict intensely personal.
Because through Bane breaking Bats/Gotham, it continues the relationship between Batman's health and Gotham's. With Batman, Gotham is a better place. Without him, it's either a cracking mask like the 8-year peace in TDKR, OR it's a wretched hive of scum and villainy like we saw in BB/TDK.
Bane focusing on Bats/Gotham emphasizes something very important:
There's gotta be a Batman.
And if Talia focused on breaking Bruce, it ties into the relationship between Batman and Wayne, in that Batman lives on even after Bruce. That you can do anything to Wayne. You can ruin him emotionally. You can stab him in the back. You can destroy his finances. But you cannot destroy the one thing you cannot touch: The Batman.
Bruce Wayne: You're vigilantes.
Henri Ducard: No, no, no. A vigilante is just a man lost in the scramble for his own gratification. He can be destroyed, or locked up. But if you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can't stop you, then you become something else entirely.
Bruce Wayne: Which is?
Henri Ducard: A legend, Mr. Wayne.
Talia focusing on Bruce Wayne emphasizes something very important:
There's gotta be a Batman.
And Blake assuming the Bat-Mantle at the end...would prove that Bane and Talia LOST. Blake assuming the Bat-Mantle proves that Joker LOST. That Scarecrow LOST. That Ra's...well that's the poetry of that, isn't it? Ra's LOST because his philosophy and advice WON.
But sadly, instead of really developing and exploring that, they decided to just blow up the city. :-/
Posted by Allamorph on 16 May 2012 - 02:48 PM
I should look for ome on Amazon, then.
Macadamia nuts are really good! They have an odd texture, but the flavor is really light. They're good alone, but are best in cookies because they get even softer when cooked that way.
I should look for ome on Amazon, then.
Posted by otakuuu on 13 May 2012 - 11:49 PM
Posted by Sazabi on 16 April 2012 - 05:12 AM
Clan: The Obsidian Clan
Wears a blue t-shirt and has his clans symbol burned onto the center of his back.
Personality: Wary of others and extremely hesitant towards humans. Due to his past he hasn't had much dealing with other werewolves either. Stands his ground and is always observing trying to find out more.
Thoughts: Due to an event years ago he holds a lot of distrust towards the human race.
Posted by Sazabi on 11 April 2012 - 12:12 PM
An uneasy truce was made between the wolves and us. They stayed up north having Canada all the way to the Dakotas while we went about fixing what was left of our country. The wolves helped surprisingly and some of the clans became more modernized.
Next came the Zombie outbreak in 2171 four days after my 48th birthday in South America and a wall that was thirty feet high and went twenty feet that was twelve feet thick into the ground was built where Central America and South America meet to keep them at bay. It was hell getting it built as the werewolves formed a line stretching from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic and held them off for three years until the wall was done. They would fight for days until they could barely stand then switch out. Only a few of them fell but the zombie virus somehow took away their immortality. Instead of living forever they only live to be about five hundred years old. Granted that is still a long time but in truth I think it scares them to know that old age can now take them again. Luckily the way their biology is keeps them from reanimating too.
Lots of the older generation of wolves died because they were just too old and it has but the clans under a lot of stress as new leaders have had to be chosen. That and the constant fighting between the clans due to their inability to agree with what is best for their species. Once the wall was built we were safe once again and South America is now just a dead place with the bodies of the undead just shuffling around.
Year 2176 trouble broke out between the werewolves and us as some started feasting on humans. The taste of our blood was too much and they eventually turned from hunting animals to hunting humans. The leaders of the five oldest clans gave the order to but down any feral wolf. It must have been hard for the parents to have to put down their offspring.
Year 2185. My grandson came over today and told me that they are no teaching about werewolves in schools. They are teaching about how there are three different types of werewolves that are separated into castes in each clan. First are the Omegas, they look just like regular wolves but have the greatest speed out of the three types though they lack in power but are the third caste. The second caste is the Deltas. They are the biggest of the werewolves; they are strong powerful but slow. They walk around almost like apes because of their size and can be as tall as eight feet almost. The top of the castes is the Alphas; they were brought around after thousands of years of interbreeding between Omegas and Deltas. They stand around six feet and are more shaped like us. They are fast and powerful though their speed does not match and Omega and they are not as strong as a Delta but they outclass the other two because they have the best of both. There is another caste below the Omegas that is called half-breeds. Apparently half-breeds are any werewolves who were not born as one but were changed. It doesn’t matter if they take more after an Alpha, Delta, or Omega. From what my grandson said they are weaker then their pureblood counterparts.
Also it seems that the leaders of the top five clans also set in place a set of rules to keep order within. First is that no werewolf is allowed to hunt a human. Second is mating outside of your caste is forbidden. Third is you are only allowed one offspring every hundred years. Fourth, unless you are a half-breed you are not allowed to turn a human unless it has been sanctioned by one of the top five clan leaders.
Year 2190. Trade has been establiashed bewteen the wolves and us. Roadways have been cleared and our country has been turning around. Apparently a military school is about to be opened up in Montana that will have both werewolves and humans. Not only will it educate its students but also teach them how to kill vampires in case they ever come back over. Hopefully all goes well and this dark paradise doesn't get any darker.
As you can already tell what this rp is going to be about i don't really need to go into all that much detail. any question you may have will be answered in the backstage thread i will be putting up shortly after this.
You can play as an Alpha, Omega, Delta, Halfbreed, or Human i am not putting a cap on any but someone who chooses a different race will be chosen over others.
Age: Between 18 to 25
Thoughts: I want this to be about if your for the human werewolf military or not or just neutral
Age: Between 18 to 25 as well
Clan: I will be putting the five oldest clans and their leaders in the backstage but feel free to create a lesser known clan though members of five older ones will be stronger.
Crest Symbol: This is only if you create your own clan.
Race: Alpha, Delta, Omega, Halfbreed. More information will be located in the Backstage thread
Appearance: Please also put where you clan crest is located as all werewolves have their crest burned into them at birth
Thoughts: I want this to be about if your for the human werewolf military or not or just neutral
I have purposely made it to where reading the backstage thread is almost required that away most questions might not need to be asked. I also would extremely prefer if you messaged me about creating some sort of back story between mine or another character as i do love hidden plot developments.
Posted by Shinmaru on 23 March 2012 - 12:03 PM
Posted by Sangome on 22 March 2012 - 03:30 PM
12345? Really? Good thing you weren't trying to get into my luggage.
*jots this down for future reference*
As an aside, apparently we can Like posts now. This shall be handy.
Posted by Sangome on 22 March 2012 - 03:09 AM
This game. I wanted to love this game to pieces. I really, really did. It's chronologically the first game in the series, you can fly around, the game looked downright beautiful -- and I'm someone who barely ever puts stock into graphics -- and I just wanted to eat it all up. The entire internet seemed enamored with it, and I wanted to be one of those people.
I, unfortunately, am not one of those people. I mean, don't get me wrong -- it's still a good game. Great, even, when it really hits its stride. It starts off with a ton of energy and makes you so excited to jump right into the story.
And then, for me, around Lanayru, it just slowly started to fall flat. The desert was a pain to navigate, and I was not fond of the mining facility at all. And then things after that just...got really shaky.
I can sum up my main two problems as thus:
One: The sheer lack of places to go. I get that they were trying to cram everything onto a single-layer disc, but even then I don't really like that excuse. You're sent to the same three places each time you go down, and while they do do things to shake it up, it just gets really frustrating. I wanted to be able to explore interesting new locations, and it just kinda failed. The sky REALLY dropped the ball in this regard -- it's so limited and cramped. It didn't feel like the vast sky at all. I was hoping the thunderhead would explore more of that, but it didn't have a whole lot, either.
That said, the third visit to each area I actually really liked...except for Faron [which I'll touch on later]. The stealth mission in Eldin was shockingly fun, and Lanayru was not that bad, probably because it was mercifully short. And I loved Skyloft itself -- it's probably my favorite hometown in any of the games.
Two: FETCH. QUESTS. I don't mind them in small doses, doubly so if they're just sidequests, but the middle of the game just POUNDS you with so many of these stupid things that the game became more of a chore than anything else. I wanted story and exploration, not pointless padding in the form of "HEY GET ME THIS THING AND I'LL TELL YOU WHERE TO GO...JUST SO YOU CAN GET MORE THINGS FOR PEOPLE LOL!!!!1!111111!!!11!!1". The third and final visit to Faron with the Tadtones was the worst, which sucks because I probably actually would have liked it if there hadn't already been so freaking many beforehand. [Although the rage was doubly compounded by Fi tossing the dowsing at me when I was already 75% done, and then you can't even use the dowsing when you swim anyway, so what's the point?! GAH!]
NOW. With that all said, there were still good things to make it worthwhile.
The story: The story managed to keep me interested all throughout, and was my main motivator throughout the whole ordeal. Catching on to all of the mythology gags was fun, too [even if I had to look a lot of them up later because I'm that dense >_>;].
The characters: This is my main selling point right here. I love, love, love the cast in this game. They rank up there with Majora's Mask and Wind Waker's cast for me. The denizens of Skyloft are all unique and likeable [generally, anyway; I kind of wanted to pour more dust on Pipit's mom after her little side story when you get her gratitude crystals], the races on the surface are all interesting and fun, and then Link and Zelda themselves are probably my favorite to date. Ghirahim is a delightfully disturbing villain and a fresh change from the "GRR I'M GANON AND I'M ANGRY >:C" that we're usually used to.
But yeah, great ragtag bunch of misfits. I really hope to see their ancestors in future games. [Especially Groose. I refuse to believe his physical similarities to the Gerudo is just a happy coincidence.]
Gameplay: I'm...actually kind of torn on the motion controls. Generally, they work pretty good. But there's just some times when it feels tacked on -- the key things to the boss doors are a prime offender. Whoever thought that'd be a good idea needs to be slapped with a lobster. But I'm kind of miffed because Nintendo themselves admitted that the long development time is because of the fine-tuning of the motion controls, which means everything else just kinda took a backseat, and it shows. I actually had a similar complaint towards Pokemon Black and White, but it had the inverse problem of the story, while good for a Pokemon game, took up nearly everything, while all the other stuff got pushed off to the side, especially in the postgame.
I digress, though. I've rambled long enough. It's a good game. It's just deeply, deeply flawed. I'd recommend it to fellow Zelda vets, but I couldn't in good conscience recommend it to someone as their first Zelda game.
Posted by Orcus on 05 May 2013 - 04:35 AM
This rp is open to graphic violence, intense language and sexual situations.
Only one man has ever escaped from Hell.
His name was Frederick Castle, and he was a serial killer. He earned his infamy by slaughtering each and every person in a small midwestern American town and writing his name across their foreheads in blood. He traveled across America, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. After the fifth city, the country went into a state of panic, and a bounty was placed on Castle’s head. Castle, however, was a ghost, and despite years of hunting, law enforcers were unable to apprehend him, and his murderous reign continued. The death toll rose unimpeded; until one day, 15 years after the first incident, when Frederick Castle walked into a police station in Washington D.C., laughed once, and then slit his own throat. The last drop of blood had hardly drained from his body when cold, demonic claws grabbed his soul and dragged him into the underworld. His soul was not judged or weighed--he was condemned to an eternity of torture as a drone, the lowest level of hellish denizen. But he did what no man had done before him. He refused his sentence, and, having meticulously remembered the route from the mortal realm to the afterlife, returned to his body. The combination of a dead soul encompassing a dead body opened a portal between the two realms and unleashed hordes of demons onto the Earth.
However, this story is not about the undead dimensional gate known as Frederick Castle.
No amount of technology or weaponry prepared humanity for the appearance of demons. Because the demons existed in forms highly reminiscent of creatures from folklore and myth, many people let their guard down around them. This mistake cost thousands of lives; the demons had roasted in the fires of damnation, many of them for eternities, and no longer possessed any sense of morality or mercy. They were chaos incarnate, acting purely on their desires. Governments around the world floundered in an attempt to mitigate the situation and crumbled under their own ineptitude. Only one man, a Spanish general, by the name of Horacio Vela, had the foresight, the temperament and the moral ambiguity to take control of the situation. He gathered together a massive army and threw waves of humans at the demons. Whilst his soldiers kept the monstrous hordes at bay, he entreated all of the world’s renowned scientists to gather together in Britain to discover a means to defeat their enemies. Once they were, Vela had all of the fuel he needed to defeat the threat-- as he was effectively the only person with an army, and everyone capable of actually creating a defense system against the demons, the leaders of every nation had no choice to but to pledge their resources and allegiance to him. Overnight, Horacio Vela went from a skilled general to the leader of the United World Government. He imposed a series of strict, harsh rules, stripping people worldwide of their civil liberties but ensuring their survival. And somehow, despite coming to power more than 200 years ago, Vela looks younger now than when he took office.
However, this story is not about the well-meaning world dictator known as Horacio Vela.
Despite Vela’s severe governing and a new technology created by the scientists which erected an impermeable barrier around all major cities, many people still felt the wrath of the demons in their everyday lives. Smaller towns deemed unworthy of the expensive new form of protection were left to deal with the problem on their own. This violent relationship bred two developments. The first was a mass thinning of the population and of natural resources. The second, and more important development for the sake of this story, was a sharp increase in pregnancies among townspeople--demonic pregnancies. A year after the demons arrived, 300,000 of we half-demons were born. Mostly human, they nonetheless possessed demonic properties and abilities, as well as a predilection towards violence. Of the 300,000 born, only 270 were not immediately killed by their doctor or parents. Of those 270, only 90 demonspawn worldwide lived until adulthood. A law was passed demanding that all parents immediately murder any child suspected of being a demonspawn, though we have managed to save many. We 90 were despised and struggled every day to survive in the border between both worlds; demons viewed us as tasty humans, and humans viewed us as villainous demons.
This story is about us.
We crawled through the mud and spilled blood, through the **** and corpses, but eventually we found one another, and therein we found our power. Not telepathy or super strength or anything of that sort-- we had already developed those kinds of abilities in our adolescence. No, we found the power to lash out at the two worlds that had forsaken us, demon and human alike. We live in a world tempered by violence, so we became V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E., a so-called “terrorist” organization. Sometimes we protect humans. Sometimes we murder them. Sometimes we slaughter demons. Sometimes we sick them on government officials. We always save newborn half-demons. We do what we want, when we want.
And that’s all we can do on this god-forsaken Earth.
Welcome one and all to V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. an open world rp examining the lives of people born into a broken world. We stand little hope of banishing demons from the Earth, though some of us have ventured out into the world to find Frederick Castle, with the hope that his redeadening will close the portal between realms. We are at a loss against the might and military savvy of Horacio Vela, but many of us have and will fight to the death to depose him. No, for most of us, every day is just about living, about surviving, about venting our frustrations on anything and anyone. This story will be about your personal life, as you struggle through a decaying world that hates and despises you. You are free to do whatever you’d like, whenever you’d like. Feel free to interact with other players or travel solo and see the world, or maybe even the Underworld! You could even create multiple characters, if you’d like, and have one stay with the others and the other venture out alone--just be sure to keep your posts between the characters clearly distinguished.
Don’t feel as if you need to play as a half-demon, though. Humans do overwhelmingly outnumber half-demons, so if you are interested in playing a human who hunts demons (or maybe half-demons!), or an average person dealing with the trouble of constant demon attacks, or even one of the people who lives in a protected city, go right on ahead!
Now onto the sign-up!:
Age: Half-demons age at a drastically reduced pace, so even characters in their hundreds often look like they’re in their 20s or 30s. No half demon is older than 240
Gender: Being half demons, it’s entirely possible you don’t have a gender
Appearance: Every half-demon has a noticeable physical manifestation of their demonic lineage. For some, it is understated, like a pair of horns or a forked tongue, but for others it can be drastic, like possessing wings or being a horse from the midsection down.
Personality: Living in a world as downtrodden, oppressed and carnal as ours is bound to have some negative repercussions on your psyche. Some half-demons, however, revel in the vile and unpleasant, as they are more in tune with their demon half.
Species: This will be half-”something” for everyone.
Species Description: While many demons are simply denizens of hell, some demon races are actually the cursed forms of human souls; for instance, people who indulged in sexual activity for selfish and cruel reasons became succubi or incubi in the afterlife. Along with that information, list noteworthy characteristics and abilities of the species here as well.
Abilities: Did you develop the ability to create poison from your Naga “father”? Or perhaps impenetrable stony skin from your Golem parent? All manner of abilities manifest in demonspawn, so be creative! For human characters, list any skills you possess that help you to survive in your harsh environment.
Supplies: What kind of weapons and other useful items do you lug around with you? This story does take place a decent amount of time in the future (2254 CE) so technology has advanced a bit. Once again, be creative. The only thing ubiquitous to all members of V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E. is an enchanted amulet which allows you to teleport back to V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.’s base, call for assistance from an ally, or teleport to assist another ally.
Background: Doesn’t need to be too long, just a compilation of the formative events in yours life.
If you have any questions at all, do no hesitate to send me a pm or to post your questions in the backstage thread. I'll post my sign up after a few people have posted theirs.
Posted by Shy on 04 April 2013 - 02:02 PM
Boo wins this thread, and my heart. Yes, I'm biased.
I've spent a couple of days looking for a manga (or manga-style) artist to hire for a comic story I want to publish. It's been exhausting and has taken me to depths of anime fandom that I hadn't experienced since my days as a Digimon forum moderator here. Really gross stuff.
Posted by Darth Vectis on 21 March 2013 - 08:16 PM
Barracus' change had been swift, a very different feeling for the Lich as he was in his desicated form with minimal effort. He felt different now, he felt more powerful, he felt a strength seeping into his bones and a vigor he hadn't felt in centuries. He moved quickly with the others as Dark was pushing the ash away with the blasts of wind, fireballs being hurled as well to shatter skeletons. While, it seemed an effective effort without a second thought, but the blasts seem to only scatter the lost ones and the dust continued to creep forward with all the effort expended to keep it at bay. The dust on their clothes and skin was feeling heavier by the second, with each attempt to swipe it away it clung with an unimaginable amount of strength. Barracus had tried to shake it off himself, only to find it still hanging tight before his mind had a thought and called forth his power. His power seemed amplified, a sneaking suspicion that the arm he had collected was providing the extra support, even though it had not done so before. For now, he wasn't going to question it as he peeled the fine layer of vampire dust from his body and sent it whirling back into the tunnels. Gripping his staff firmly in his hand he started to fall to the rear of the pack, Dark hurling more fire and wind down the tunnels at their pursuers.
"Nos postulo ut tentaret novam daemon." (We need to try a new approach daemon) Dark looked over his shoulder briefly before lobbing another ball of fire down the tunnel.
"If you have any suggestions Lich then I am all ears, but this seems to be working well enough." The Lich cracked a small smirk, his skin wrinkling and cracking from the effort.
"Bonum, tu me intellegant." (Good, you understand me.) Barracus looked down the tunnel as they made another turn, the dust suddenly roaring forward as the assault stopped long enough to push forward, shapes pulling themselves back into form upon the temporary reprieve from the hail of fire and storm of wind.
"Permitte mihi daemon, habeo ideam velim implorare." (Allow me daemon, I have an idea I wish to implore.) Dark stepped aside with fire waiting to lash out, though Barracus was sure it wasn't going to be necessary any longer. Holding out his staff, the black stone atop the staff pointed down the tunnel and he summoned the power with a sudden flood of energy as he let it flow free. The dust suddenly halted in its tracks, thought it did not recede away from them it remained stationary as long as he focused on it, the smirk cracked on his face once more as they all kept moving, Barracus walking backwards as he followed them, the dust following still but at a greater distance now. He could hear someone voice from the head of the party.
"Well that's a nice trick, wish you had done it earlier."
"Hoc enim non conceditur."
"what did he say? Can anyone understand him when he gets like this?"
"He said don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Dark piped up then, extinguishing the fire in his hand as they kept moving. Barracus keeping the barrier up as the dust tried to claw at the invisible wall, the skeletal remains forming once more but not daring to draw any closer. One, however, allowed it's inner animal to take hold and lunge at the barrier, passing through it but instantly charring into a solid mass before completely dissolving into nothing. None tried after that, the trip suddenly seeming like it was going to be a smooth venture from this point forward as Barracus held fast.
"Velocius movere oportet, quamdiu poteris nescio talem formam."
"What did he say now?" This time, he identified the voice as Akieen herself.
"He says we should move our asses." The group began to move faster, another turn here and another turn there, Barracus following as quickly as he could while holding the undead back. It all seemed to be going well until he felt the surge begin to fade within, the barrier still held strong but it began to grow smaller and the lost clan took advantage of it. A few more launching themselves into the invisible bubble and evaporating like the ones before, but it was getting more difficult to maintain the power now. Barracus was growing concerned as this shouldn't be happening, only a few things could interferer with his power and the realization of what it could be made his withered lips pulling back in a snarl.
"Satus currit, impedimentum deficiente!" (Start running, the barrier is failing!) Barracus turned then and started to run, the barrier following him but he could feel it was starting to collapse around him and the party.
"I don't need a translation to know what he's doing, everybody move!" Akieen was in the lead as Barracus hung in the back, Mikhail and Baldr we're near the originator, Kayin was with the weredragon and Dark held the rear with him. The barrier finally failed as the power waned within, he knew he had enough for direct attacks as he whirled around for just a moment to launch a blast of sickly green darkness at the lost coven. The unfortunate creature let out a shrill screech before evaporating like the others. The light soon appeared, the way out of the damned underground as they all put their effort into running to the outside. As they broke into the fresh air, they all felt a sense of relief, the dust on their bodies floating away without a problem now as the creatures remained within the tunnels. It was a small victory, but one they needed none the less, Barracus was the only one to not let himself relax in the slightest. The sanctuary wasn't far now, but his mind was on more then just the safety of the angel haven, Allister was sure glad to be out of the dampness and near the sanctuary. They all continued forward, Barracus' eyes shifting around as he quested with his power to try and find him, the one he knew was around and had finally found him. His questing was answered as he was picked up and thrown through the air, the open area they had come too had given him ample room to fly and land in a heap. Charles appeared instantly, manifesting from nothingness as he stood near his master with the horsewhip in hand, the others turning to see where it had come from. He tried his best to rise but felt weakness spreading now, his plan having worked too well and he looked to the party and uttered the only word he knew he could speak plainly to them.
"Death!" The others were readying themselves as they let their powers come free, the were creatures changing form and the energy was flowing freely. The combination of positive and negative energy form them all was enough to help Barracus recover, and just in time to feel his trophy start to twitch and move within the bag he carried. He gripped his staff in his hand tightly as he saw Charles react, the whip was raised and lashed out instantly snagging something as Charles pulled hard on it. Whatever it was, showed greater strength and yanked Charles off his feet, Barracus watched with indifferent eyes as the 2nd appeared and tore his undead minion in half with little effort. His eyes only looking down to the stump on the 2nd's arm before coming back up and looking into the single orange eye of the 2nd.
"You have returned at last, I was wondering how long it would take you to find me." The 2nd had no expression on his face, but his eye showed his hatred for him and the want of his arm back. Barracus held up the arm in his bag, shaking in a taunting matter.
"This is what you desire, but you will not be needing it after today 2nd." A snot came from the other Lich.
"You shall be the one to die today 4th, we will make sure of it." Barracus felt it then, the second presence of another he hadn't expected to see quite yet. Another desicated form appeared, his left eye a solid blue and his right a solid green, Barracus squeezed his staff tighter.
"3rd, I see you cowered out and called in help. Afraid I am going to destroy you like last time since your vampire isn't around?"
"Hardly Barracus, both of us wish you dead, and Rasputin has made it possible. Your companions will be of no help to you, they will be busy with other matters."
"It is of no consequence, I will defeat you both today. You simply saved me the trouble of finding both of you, I hope Rasputin welcomes your ashes!" Barracus struck then, launching a bolt black lightning tinted with the necrotic green. The 3rd stepped in the way, reaching out with a lengthy arm and creating a shield with a purple hue that the bolt crashed into and pushed the 3rd back. Barracus moving with the opportunity, the inky blackness obscuring their view long enough for him to launch another blast. The effort failed as the 2nd shielded them form it this time, Barracus trying is best to launch out more but found his tactic was in vein as they blocked and batted away his assaults. With their combined power, one shielded from the blast and another started to launch their own attacks, Barracus had to move and throw up his staff to break the attack. He couldn't get his bolt out anymore as all his energy was going into defense and evasion, Charles would be of no use as he would simply be destroyed once more. Barracus felt his options running low, but he wasn't going to die today if he had any say in the matter. His chances improved quickly a she suddenly saw a blast of pure lighting arch at the pair, the power was deflected but it changed their attention as Barracus saw the half-demon free of whatever had tried to trap them. However, he was the only one he saw was free a the time, and though he hadn't asked for the help he wasn't going to complain about it as he sent out his own bolt of black lightning.
"I will take both of your power today! Your lives are mine!" The effort was even now, the shielding and attack tactic was proving to leave them at a stalemate as Barracus provided the shielding and alternating attack while Kayin assaulted with full force. Barracus growled as he held the shield, feeling them pound down on them before suddenly the fire stopped. Both were ready to lob their attack when they saw both Lichs form a channeled beam and Barracus held up both hands to create a greater area of shielding. The beam smashed into him and pushed him back as Kayin stayed within the shielding, but the 4th could feel his strength waning as the concentrated effort form them both was breaking down his wall. He grunted as the staff in his left hand gave extra support, but it was draining quickly and time was running out.
"Lich! I can't see them to fire back, we need a new plan!" Kayin roared over the sound of black energy smashing into the barrier and Barracus had only one idea as he dropped his hands, the barrier vanishing as he swiped one hand toward Kayin creating the same barrier to push the half demon away as he moved himself out of the path of the beam just fast enough to dodge it. He charged then, the staff held out as he raced forward, his corpse form moving with all the speed and grace of a living being and found a target as they both pulled away from the beam. Barracus' staff collided with the 3rd square in the chest, the black stone piercing into the broken flesh and jamming itself into his chest cavity.
"You're mine." The power surged through the staff, a wail erupting from the lips of the 3rd as the black energy poured into his body and filled him entirely. The power that laid in his chest resisted and fought, but failed as it was consumed by the blackness, Barracus felt the change in power as his eyes changed color then, one solid blue the other solid brown as he took his new position in the ranks. The body of the 3rd was ripped apart as the blackness pushed its way out of every orifice and ripped the skin and bones apart until all the remained was a black mass that dissolved away. Barracus turned to attack the 2nd, only to be met with a wave of black wave that smashed directly into the face of Barracus and tore away some of his head before sending him tumbling several feet away and laying on the ground. He struggled but th new power raged in his body and he needed to time for it to adjust, he was too weak to fight back now as he climbed to his knees and couldn't go any further. His eyes saw only the feet before him as he tried to reconstitute the shambles of his head, finding the process sluggish and almost painful.
"You were never going to defeat me 4th, I will have my rightful place as the 1st." Barracus waited for the end to come, looking up to make sure that his killer could see the defiance in his left over eye and the rebuilding head as Barracus gritted his teeth at him. The hand rose, and the he could feel the power grow as it was about to be unleashed when another body crashed into the 2nd, sending the two toppling in a close quarters fight claws and teeth ravaging and tearing at the body as the 2nd fought back. The fight ended with the 2nd flat on his back in pieces, and the solid form of Mikhail standing over him with his shoulders lifting up and down. His skin was torn and blood running fresh down his back and arms, Barracus rose and hobbled over to the 2nd laying on the ground and a wicked grin on his face as he stood over the broken Lich.
"In the end, I will always win and I will be the 1st." Barracus was about to plune his staff into the broken body when he felt a clawed hand grasp his staff, his eyes looking to the werewolf holding him back.
"We should question him, he has spoke to Rasputin." Barracus looked hard at the creature before him, his only desire was to spear the corpse below him and take his place but things seemed to have grown more, complicated.
"I had one task for you Mikhail, you have done well, but it seems you are no longer willing." The wolfs eyes grow wide as his muzzle pulled back.
"You speak English now? About damn-" The attack was sudden, the power brutal as the power struck from right under his chin. The black stone of the staff pressed into the lower jaw and sent the necrotic power upwards, eating away at the steel like skin with his new power and then blasting into his brain. The energy bouncing around and eating everything as it dissolved within his skull, the werewolf crashing to the ground in a heap as the eyes stared empty into the world. Barracus turned to the 2nd then, fire burning in his eyes and he slammed the staff into the 2nd, the same process happening as Barracus took his power as well. Feeling the power burn brighter and flowing freely in his veins, the 2nd's body dissolving like the last before Barracus' eyes went to the now human form laying on the ground. His body restored, he held up the staff and summoned the black energy to carry the large man and turned to walk away to find the group and tell them of their companions demise by the hands of the 2nd.
Posted by Inuyasha Fandom on 17 March 2013 - 09:56 AM
Posted by K.G on 13 March 2013 - 10:35 AM
Akieen felt the hair on the back of her neck raise, the catacombs were damp and putrid, the smell of decaying flesh was almost overwhelming and she had to cover her nose as she moved ahead of them. She was wary and it showed in her posture as they moved along, the tunnels barely tall enough for any of them to move along. Mikhail had to hunch over to be able to move through them. As they moved through Akieen stopped short, they were most likely half way there, the smell of fresh air hitting her from time to time, but what had made the femwolf stop was what was at her feet. Looking down she caught sight of the small video camera and picked it up, looking it over she frowned as it flipped on and began to play a video. The voice of a young woman came through it.
"Cam, I don't think we should be in here. It's creepy."
"Awe c'mon Mel, there's nothing down here."
"But it smells so bad."
So Akieen wasn't the only one who smelt it.
"It's connected to the sewers Mel, it's going to smell bad, besides-Hey check this out!"
The camera swung around to see a fairly well built young man standing in front of a small stone alter, the light from the camera eliminating the area, Akieen frowned as she could see he was ankle deep in what looked like dust...she felt her heart stop as she realized it was ash.
"Cam, what's on the floor?"
"Probably dust, this place looks pretty old Mel. Calm down would you."
"But Cam its-"
"Mel, stop freaking out would you? Come check this out, it's an old necklace or something."
Akieen felt the others looking over her shoulder now as the tension grew.
"Cam, I think we should get out of here, something doesn't feel right."
"Your just pussing out Mel, get over-Mel...Are you moving?"
"N-no...I haven't moved since we got in here...why?"
"Something is moving around my feet..."
Akieen and the others watched as the camera tilted down.
"C-cam...the d-dust is moving..."
His scream made the camera speed upwards as the ash shifted and moved towards him, they all watched horrified as skeletons emerged from the ash, molted skin clinging to the bones as their red eyes flared, mouths full of fangs.
"The lost coven..."
Kayin looked at her confused.
"The lost coven...they were known for their trade mark of having a mouth full fangs. Not just the normal two to puncture the jugular...but enough fangs to shred what ever they were feeding on. Human or otherwise..."
A collective shiver spread through the group.
"Oh my are we watching a horror movie? It's quite suspenseful."
"Not right now Lich...as much as you entertain me...this might just be something we need to know."
They watched as the skeletons grabbed onto the young man and began to pull, his arms popped and they all knew what was coming next. His screams reached new heights as his skin ripped and tore at his joints, blood splattered the walls as his limbs were torn from his body. His sobs of pain mixing with his screams.
"MELANIE HELP ME!"
The camera suddenly hit the floor as foot steps could be heard retreating, the girls screams echoing through the catacombs, before her screams were suddenly stifled and the group knew that whatever had captured the young man had found her. They watched now as the skeletons moved in on the limbless young man, his scared whimpers gurgled in his throat as they smothered him, blood seeping from between them, Akieen growled as one of them drew close to the camera, hissing and baring fangs before disintagrateing back into the ash. Nothing was left of the young man, no bones, no blood...nothing.
She looked over her shoulder at Dark.
"We have a problem..."
His light brightened some and she looked down as he pointed, ash covered the floor, clinging to their shoes.
"We should move...keep an eye out and if you see, smell, hear anything call out."
They moved slowly now, alert and on edge, Akieen suddenly stopped, her growls bubbling up, Kayin frowning.
"Something the matter?"
"The ash is shifting, we need to move faster."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Go to the left, the air is fresher that way."
Kayin nodded moving the others in that direction, but jumped slightly as Akieen growled more, baring her fangs, her eyes bleeding violet. She suddenly moved in front of him, her back arched as she shifted slowly, the transformation smooth and seamless til the hulking white wolf stood in her place growling dangerously. She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes softening slightly as she nodded to him before looking forward again, the molted skeletons shuffling towards them, the red glowing eyes baring into them. Akieen's growls grew in volume as they moved forward more, pausing just a moment to take her in before they hissed and lunged forward, Akieen meeting them mid air, crashing into the harshly, her growls rumbling through the tunnels, her teeth snapping and echoing though the area. The others had paused for a moment to look back before moving forward, Dark turning back before Kaying put a hand on his shoulder.
"She'd never forgive you if you put your self in danger."
"She's my oldest friend, I can not simply let her do this alone."
Dark pulled him self free of Kay's grip, the light in his hand igniteing into a fierce flame as he sprinted forward, Akieen's pain filled howl pushing him to move faster. As he drew closer he could see through the dark her hulking form covered in red spots from here they had bitten down into her. She slapped one to the side causing it to shatter on the brick wall.
"Akieen, back to back."
She growled letting him know she was less the pleased to see him there, she pushed him away, her voice growling out.
"I wanted you all to stay together...the whole place is covered in ash Dark!"
His face paled some and he cursed as Akieen picked him quickly and dashed back towards the others. The smell of brimstone and the sinking feeling of death approaching spurred her to move faster. Kayin and Barracus both shifting, meaning they were all in danger now.
Posted by Sazabi on 19 February 2013 - 03:08 AM
The Atlantis Series
Lights turned the dark sky into day as the city celebrated the beginning of 3996. Music filtered into every crevice, even softly up the 1340 story tall white skyscraper though it was coming from the massive screen on the wall of the top floor penthouse, that went from floor to the ceiling and took almost a fourth of the wall itself in the spacious but extremely expensively furnished floor. Two men looked through the windows that had multiple small screens of enhanced views of the streets below the Pillar of Atlantis the home of the Atlantis Corporation, as they shared a glasses of whiskey and talked about past events in the light of the screens. On the massive screen behind them a beautiful brunette reporter was covering the event.
"People celebrate the beginning of 3996 in the city of Atlantica, the home of the Atlantis Corporation, wondering what changes will make themselves known this year. But let's not forget the past starting with the Great Shift in 2872 when the continental plates shifted back into their original places
forming Pangaea, taking countless lives and destroyed thousands of cities. Soon
after that was war after war and the collapse of old governments but in the
ashes came the corporations, giving jobs and building cities. Of course these
too began to fight as they claimed land for their districts.
The bloodiest was between Ark, Maverick, Kiason, and
Atlantis but eventually those died down leaving only skirmishes here and there
between smaller businesses as the superpowers settled. But lets not forget the
breakthroughs Atlantis and the others have done as far as food, medicine,
improving lives. The ozone scrubbers and the weather control to keep this
planet healthy followed soon after by the colonization of Mars and the
construction of the Transpillars…” The camera panned out showing the massive
base of the distant pillar that rose up into the clouds before switching to a satellite
feed of the massive green space station it connected too with bold white letters
spelling Pacifica along its side.
The camera switched back to the reporter with the Pillar of
Atlantis gleaming in lights back dropping her. As we can see the city of
Atlantica is alive tonight though no appearance by Jason Warren, the owner of
Atlantis Corporations, as been seen or announced.” She paused for a moment to brush
a stray lock from her face. “Rumors speculate that Mr. Warren is a clone or
android as he never has seemed to changed in appearance over the years. Other
rumors speculate that he has discovered and breakthrough that keeps him alive
but hoards it for himself. My favorite one states that he is actually a
survivor of the lost city of Atlantis putting him at almost fifteen thousand
The men broke out in laughter as the reporter continued on
before raising their glasses. “To Atlantis. To the stars reborn”
2 Days prior
The young dirty blonde haired man swiped the sweat from his
forehead after throwing another shovel full of dirt out of the hole he was
working in the dig site. The dig site was owned by Atlantis and they had
recently began uncovering the buried city of Memphis, Tennessee which had been
lost during the Great Shift as the fault line it had been built on swallowed it
whole. Yelling and shouting could be heard in the background as the heads of
the dig where looking at any and everything brought to them almost as if
searching for something in particular. This Atlantis Corporation sure tends to
keep a lid on everything and stayed mysteriously in the shadows.
He tossed another shovel full before taking a drink of his
canteen. He popped his head up to make sure he was alone then hunkered down
into the hole pulling out a vial of red powder. He carefully took off the cap
and tapped a small amount into his hand before sniffing it, causing him to lean
back as his head spun and his nerves tingling. During the moments of pleasure
he thought to his girlfriend back in Atlantica in their one bedroom flat
probably working her day and night jobs constantly to pay rent as he always
spent his on booze and drugs though he told her he was investing it and he
could tell she believed him. He also remembered the pain in her eyes when he
told her he was leaving for this new job on their one year and had not even
brought her a present. Suddenly the ground below him gave way sending him
By the time he had blinked the stars away he could hear
voices above shouting to get a ladder. He looked around noticing the old decay
of the room he had landed in that may have belonged to a school with all the
desks. He coughed as dust filtered his lungs then immediately winced grabbing
his foot, which was obviously broken and turned sideways. Next to his foot
though was something unusual that glinted in the light filtered through the
dust from the hole he had fallen through. His jaw dropped as he examined the
glasses made from solid crystal with plain lens that was surprisingly light for
what it was made of.
“What rich bastard did you belong too?” He groaned as he
leaned back over to grab the other item, a ring of pure ruby with no flaws
whatsoever just like the glasses. Seeing the ring he found himself wishing it
had been a naval piercing as his girlfriend loved to get new and interesting
ones. He let out a slight gasp and dropped the ring as it suddenly started
moving and changing shape. Within seconds it had become exactly what he
desired, a gorgeous naval piercing that would have taken him years of saving up
to buy. Even the tiny chain links in it were made of ruby.
He snapped back at the sounds of feet scuffling and voices
becoming clearer above him. He looked back at the ruby piercing and quickly
pocketed it before looking back up. “Hey down here!”
“Michael you okay?” A voice came over the lip of the hole.
“Ankle is broken but you won’t believe what I found”
And there you have it folks. If your wondering what the plot is you will find out in due time.
I wrote this story while on a deployment and decided to turn it into an rp.
Characters are free game and i will chooses the best one out of who all fights for the spots save for the ones i have already designated to people.
I am planning for this to be a collection of short rps dividing them into chapters and books to keep this alive.
Here are the list of characters
The Scientist-Male-Darth Vectis
Now if you really want to get on my good side I suggest you pm me with the one your interested in so i can give you a little details on that person. and small spoiler alert. (Their jobs are just their covers in the story)
Here is the signup
Appearance: I prefer a picture.
Personality: This i am a big stickler on as in alot of rps people tend to not play theirs or others peoples right. This will also determine your chances of getting in. Again I wrote this so I already know and have the answers you seek
Snippet: what your did for the new year's party of 3996. Again this will help you get in so message me.
i left out gender because I will already know by which person you chose
Bio was left out due to the chars do not know each other in the story so you will have to talk about your background in the rp itself, just like in real life.
The backstage or discuss thread will be up in a couple days with info and pictures of Pangaea, the corporations, cities and other facts. It will also be updated as the story progresses so it can be used as a quick reference if you get confused.
Posted by Inuyasha Fandom on 07 February 2013 - 05:40 PM
Dark turned to look at where the succubus had been before they left for the tunnels. New York... New York was nothing but a ghost town. The massive skyscrapers now stood dark and foreboding. Dark sighed, New York becoming as devoid of people as the deserts of the Southwest would bring people in by the droves once discovered, if it hadn't been already.
"And so they will come to the slaughter like moths to the flame." Dark commented. His lip curled in disgust and anger, and he lashed out with his fist into the cement bricks of the wall they were walking by. His fist punched a massive hole, and The others all turned to look at him. Dark's head hung low, his bangs in front of his eyes, hiding them in shadow and from view. However, it was impossible to miss the eerie emerald green glow coming from just behind his hair in his anger. He seethed in fury, his teeth bared and resembling those of a predatory beast. His shoulders shook he was so angry.
"Dark?" Akieen approached him, having never seen him this upset. "Dark?" she repeated,
"All of the people... all the innocent people... slaughtered! No creature in this good world deserves to be slaughtered as fodder for the apocalypse!" Dark shook even harder, and he swung once more on the wall, punching an even bigger hole this time. His bright red hair began to fade in color, turning from fire red to obsidian black. "The fear, the panic, watching others die and knowing there was no escape..." Dark swung again, this time decimating the wall. His hair flared up around him, moving as if it had a will of its own.
"Dark... this bothers me, too. But you can't let it get to you. You can't let-" Akieen was cut short as Dark turned on her, hissing and pointing. "You will not tell me to calm down! I will rend Rasputin's flesh! He will know the pain of the millions as they were cut down at his order! I will break him and make him beg for mercy that will never be given! And then I shall devour his soul myself, as putrid as it will be!"
Dark's black feathered wings manifested, bursting from his back and ripping his clothing. His fingernails blackened, and then lengthened to several inches, gleaming with a razor's edge.
The angel leaned over to Kayin, and whispered, "Does he get like that regularly or is this just his time of the month?"
"Can it, Angel, or you'll find out what color your innards are." Dark growled. He took a deep breath, and began to calm himself. His wings shimmered, and blew away as individual feathers before they too dissolved into nothing. His nails shortened, and his hair dropped and returned to the regular red hue. His eyes, however, remained obsidian with glowing green irises. He sighed, and looked to the cloudy sky. "I need to kill something." he said. "I need to kill many somethings... And use their intestines as Christmas decorations."
"Nice visual..." Baldr commented. "Don't worry, we'll kill something soon. So relax, okay?"
"Fine. But if we don't, I'm tying you up and throwing you in my closet. And don't think I can't, either."
"You'll have to catch me first." Baldr grinned. Dark smiled. "So I use a ball of yarn as bait. Understood, kitty." Baldr grinned wider. "I hope you're being facetious."
"Maybe... Have you seen what I can do with yarn?"
They proceeded to walk along the back alleys and side streets to the entrance to the tunnels, and then down they went below the streets. Dark snapped his fingers, and several small glowing pinpricks of light materialized around them, lighting the way for them. The smell of ozone hung in the air, the subway tunnels weren't far from them at this point. The steady electrical hum rang out, but the tunnels were dark without the trains moving through them. Dark kneeled down, inspecting the third rail of the subway. It was indeed live, as was much of the electricity in the city, but something wasn't right. "Hey, is this rail supposed to have this much of a charge?"
As if to answer Dark, a loud horn blared somewhere from within the bowels of the subway, getting louder and louder.
"The trains shouldn't be running, all the people are gone..." Akieen said aloud, looking around.
"Against the wall! Now!" Baldr yelled, and they all hustled to throw themselves out of the way of the oncoming train. Dark felt his anger surge again, as he saw the Succubus in the driver's seat, smiling and waving at them merrily as the train whipped by.
"Can I kill her now?" Dark asked once the train had passed. "She's really getting annoying."
"Later. The Sanctuary isn't far. You can kill her once we're done there." Baldr replied, and they proceeded on their way. They stopped once they were deeper within the tunnels, near an access point to the electrical generators to keep the trains running.
"Akieen, do you mind if I shut the subway down? I want to ruin that Succubus' free ride."
"Go ahead, it should at least annoy her as much as she's annoyed us."
Dark opened the metal door leading in, and then walked to the generator. The others walked over to the far wall, where Dark assumed the entrance to the sanctuary was. Dark's hands began to glow, and he began to tap on various places of the metal generators, the metal suddenly becoming red hot and melting instantly. There were crackles and pops, and they all heard the energy going to the rails outside die.
"Well, that's that. Now, let's get moving."