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Post by Virkalon on Oct 29, 2018 18:07:55 GMT -6
The sky had grown dark, the world seeming to stop as if all life had ceased to move. The feeling of Stagnation hung in the air, the gnawing feeling of darkness hanging in the air for all that was Other worldly. Innocence hide in their house, the brave standing guard among-st the sheep who dared not show their face this day. Howls piercing the darkened sky with ominous intention as the Moon hung high upon the world. This Moon was as red as blood, bright among-st the abyss that it lurked in. The red bleeding into that perpetual void and creating a dreadful look to those of weak heart. It was a terrible night to be about, this much was known to Virkalon yet he felt compelled to leave his haven of the cave. He currently stood in the moons' light, staring into the sky empty of mind and blank as could be. His usual blue had dimmed considerably, his aura looking pale compared to its usual bright and cheery manner. The blank face holding no sign of what the Ghost was thinking, and should one be able to see into his mind they would find nothing. A blank slate of empty, no thoughts or awareness of itself. The moon held its gaze, this empty shell that seemed so fixated on its beauty. Virkalon had been this way for quite some time now, the red moon baring down upon him like a unforgiving sun. He basked in this empty sensation yet deep inside he felt himself stir, even if his physical form did not. He was deep inside, lurking away as if trying to hide from his own self. Hallucinations haunting his every move, creeping into his mind and hounding him to his safest places. ------
"Tell me serpent... Why do you lie?"
"So we do not hurt."
The giant serpent hovered above the silver otter dangerously, yet did not strike. Its purple hue a stark contrast against the silver hue the otter possessed, both different, both the same. They stared at each other, as if talking to one another in a silent language Virkalon could not understand. His eyes wide with wonder at the two before him, each so different to each other yet both having familiar feelings to him. He knew them both, yet did not. One who did not understand could never understand how that was comforting to him yet terrifying at the same time. It made sense, it was whole to Virkalon.
"Lying is wrong."
"truth is pain."
"Yet they are both the same."
The words echoed into the world, shaking its vary foundations of the mind. He could see them both, he could understand who they were but he could not tell what they were in simple terms. Words failed to explain this creatures before him, words failed to explain how they made one person feel. They were... beings of pure intent. The embodiment of something yet neither could be explained to Virkalon. He could not understand them yet he knew them some how.
"We told them what would happen."
"yet they would not listen."
"We told them that it was unavoidable."
"Yet they chose to ignore."
"We did not lie to them, but they believed we were monsters."
"Yet they needed saving."
The two spoke in turn, as if speaking to each other but they were not. They were speaking to Virkalon without looking at him, they did not need to. He knew what they meant, he knew the story they spoke of. He had been there, yet they retold the story like he had forgotten, so he listened. The story spoken of ages past when war tore and ate at the world. Hunger, famine and disease consuming all that was not part of the grand order. Of kings who bickered endlessly, of nations who wanted more power than the other. Of two who would meet and become one.
"We were heroes to our people."
"YET THEY SHUNNED US"
"We were loved by our people."
"YET THEY FEARED US!"
Their voices rocked the world once more with the commanding voice of the serpent. The ground upon which Virkalon sat fragmenting into rock, brimstone and heat. Where once he sat upon pure rock, now he sat upon a throne of shattered magma stone and the world they were in turning into a blazing hell. Virkalon's stomach lurching at the very feeling of such a fierce movement with no warning. Soon his gaze was upon a world that was nothing like it had been. As far as the eye could see one would see nothing more than destruction, death and desolation.
"We lived for them."
"WE DIED FOR THEM!"
"..."
"..."
Silence as the world returned to stone once more, like it had never happened with a blink of an eye. Virkalon's eyes searching for any sign of that world but finding no trace of it. His eyes returning to the two beings of pure light before him. They sat silently, staring at Virkalon like two animals ready to pounce upon something helpless and how helpless Virkalon felt in their gaze. They were truth, and they were lies. Both the same, and yet so different from each other.
"They came to us."
"BEGGED US."
"OH GREAT SERPENT! Oh merciful Guardian!"
"SAVE us."
"And So we did."
Virkalon said the last part, staring at the two before him. Their words ringing through his whole form, of everything he was, would be or could be. To all that he would have been, should have been or would never be. They were who he was, they were what made him whole yet they were not who he could be. He was who he was, or so he wanted to believe. It was then that he stood upon a battlefield, brought there in an instant. He looked about him in confusion, then felt something heavy in his arms. He looked down to see a child, so small and fragile. Their eyes empty of all life and they stared at him with accusation, with Suspicion!
Virkalon screamed, and screamed and screamed! OH the horror of this battlefield! The world was asunder! How it groaned in pain, how it screamed in agony, how it despaired at its death... Littering this field lay hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands and more of his people. All of which he could not save, all of which blamed him for their deaths! HOW IT HAUNTED HIM SO!!! The blood moon hung low upon this field, covering him completely and utterly... It filled him with utter despair and burned him.
"WE WERE NEVER FREE... Until Tonight."
In the world beyond his mind, Virkalon's body had turned a deeper purple instead of blue. His armor having changed to be more deviant, horns instead of ears. Sharper armor with claws upon each hand, his face no longer blank but instead it housed a maw with many sharp teeth. Upon each shoulder rested an extra set of limbs, this limbs appearing as extra hands, each housing their own set of talons. He looked completely different than before, yet still had the signs this was indeed Virkalon. Where eyes would be, there were multiple hollowed holes. Each different shapes and sizes but did not hold eyes for seeing. Instead the glow of the Blood moon emitting from them to mirror that which influenced him. Tonight the Hero would be the hunter. PL: 10,000 |
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Post by Kalaboo on Nov 1, 2018 12:10:07 GMT -6
Strange things were happening all over Namek. Some people were transforming against their will and going feral, while others simply grew in power, and then there were those that were twisted by their own dark nature, even if throughout all of their lives they were paragons of sense and discipline. The Saiyan Base was perhaps the most affected by this strange wave of paranormal: only one in eight saiyans resisted their urges, and many were the alien allies and thralls transformed and overwhelmed by dark primal urges. Among the cursed was Kalabas, the strongest oozaru unleashed. He was eventually brought down by his own guard, the Roaring Twenties, but not before trying to wipe a village off the map. Fortunately for the campaign he was stopped before he could do any serious damage and returned to his tent where he worked away his migraine. “Alert. Alert. Alert.” Kalabas rose from the pile of war bonds, half-sleep. “Unidentified power level detected in sector B00. Current Threat Level: Low Class.” That didn’t sound so bad, someone else could take care of it. “Full Power Threat Level: Oozaru Class. Total Power Level requested: 40K.” Forty thousand? That sounded a bit much. He opened his comms device, “Barrel, this is Brass Monkey. Flying in to sector B00. Requesting two blutzglasses first. Over.” “Roga 'dat, Brass Monkey. Blutzglasses incom'n. Don't leave until ya have im. Over.” “Wilco. Out.” While he waited for the drone to come with the blutzglasses Kalabas put on his armor and finished the mug of recaff he left brewing overnight. “Belle!”, he thundered at the miniature pink canopy next to his gigantic gold hammock, “Steel yourself for battle, we leave in five!”*** While the glasses blocked out most of the blutz, Kalabas could feel them seeping into his brain, triggering neural pathways that made it hard for him to focus, it would have been so easy, to let go of his restraints… That was one of the reasons why he brought Belle, as an anchor to keep him steady. Her calm, compassionate nature did wonders to balance his more violent tendencies, now doubled by the red moon.
“Child of mine… What do you see?” |
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Post by Belle on Nov 2, 2018 7:59:18 GMT -6
Belle’s PL: 100
The blutz glasses almost made it look like nighttime. Well, that and how the blood moon made the sky look darker too. Belle fiddled with the glasses for the umpteenth time. They were kind of uncomfortable, and she wanted to rub her eyes. Having been woken up in the middle of the night, Belle felt pretty groggy. Apparently some bad stuff had happened because of the moon. She didn’t really know what had happened, but stuff had happened. Belle clung weakly to her uncle’s arm and glanced around. A light of a strange yet familiar blue and purple aura shone from behind a mountain range. Belle pointed and tugged gently on Kalabas’s arm. “There’s someone over there. It kind of feels like Mr. Virkalon...but not…?” Shrinking into her uncle’s cape a bit, Belle shivered. “It’s scary…” Belle glanced up to her uncle. “Is the moon doing this...?”
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Post by Virkalon on Nov 3, 2018 12:04:19 GMT -6
Virkalon's rampage had taken him to a village, where he currently battled with numerous opponents. They held their own very well, even having the spirit back pedaling as they rushed him. With so many opponents, he didn't have much time to react, which they used to their advantage. As Virkalon's back reached the wall his new arms braced him against the wall while the namekian warriors surrounded him. He was much stronger than them but all of this guys at once was driving the mad warrior to his limit.
However, new power began to seep into the ghost as he suddenly began to glow. Purple aura surrounding the spirit with wisps that had faces stuckin a silent scream surrounding him. The namekians stood back a moment, disturbed by the sight until a brave one charged forward. It was then as the brave warrior got close that all the wisps entered Virkalon and the area around him exploded into dust. The brave namekian was thrown back as the power from the spirit increased by four fold. The area shook as spirits wailed in the area, the purple light in contrast to the red moon's hue upon the land.
With a roar, the mad warriors maw split further a part to reveal dozens of teeth with a row of teeth behind them. His screams echoing through the area in an unnatural and inhuman way, the namekians all backing away in fear of this sudden change. His power eventually evened off leaving a group of namekians staring dumbfounded at such a creature. It wasn't until one ran that the rest did at a dead sprint for their village. Virkalon did not immediately pursue, only staring to walk toward the village slowly. His maw emitting a gutteral growl with empty eye socks emitting a glow that seemed to smoke like hot embers.
His footfalls left wispy spectral prints upon the ground he walked on, the air itself feeling unnatural as the moon itself.
PL: 40,000
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Post by Kalaboo on Nov 4, 2018 7:23:43 GMT -6
“Virkalon…” Kalabas remembered him well. He was glad that the ghost hadn’t caused any trouble back at the Barrel, he even helped from time to time, if Belle was to be believed. What was he doing so far away from the base, anyway? “He can only be transformed, but he shouldn’t be strong enough to warrant forty thousand units… Even Auber would be able to-” Belle hid under her uncle’s cape. He stood there, floating in midair, trying not to chuckle at her antics. She was afraid, and wanted to know if the moon was behind the chaos. A valid question. “Yes, little chimp, the moon is to blame. Its nature is not yet fully understood, or at all, but fear not, keep your glasses on and it won’t make a difference.” He ruffled his niece’s hair. “You’re a saiyan, Belle, you have nothing to fear.” Three green flashes of light flew up and around the two saiyans. ‘Warrior caste...’, guessed Kalabas from their ripped clothes and built physiques, ignoring his cape as it flapped madly against his back. “Some warriors, those slugmen… Hold on tight.” He supersped in the direction the namekians ran from, thinning his aura so the child wouldn’t be pushed nor burned by it. She was an anchor in many ways, that girl, but a day would come where she would be the one holding back for Kalabas’ safety. He smiled at the thought.
A sickly purple shone in the dark red dusk, emanating from a familiar figure that looked like Virkalon, but less noble. It was just leaving the wrecks of a village, and was surrounded by fallen bodies Kalabas assumed to be dead, or worse. “Stand back.”, whispered Kalabas in Belle’s ear, “While I fight him, I want you to go into his mind and see what’s going on inside. He is not a normal person, doubly so with this cursed moon, so be very, very careful.” He booped her nose and cracked a grin. After one last hug, Kalabas left Belle and landed next before Virkalon.
“Greetings, Virkalon. I am here to put an end to your madness... Just so I know, are you still there, or have you too lost your mind?” As he spoke the saiyan slipped into a simple stance, easy enough for Belle to follow. Left foot in front, right foot in the back, knees slightly crouched, one hand forward and splayed to counter strikes and another in the back and raised to project ki.
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Post by Belle on Nov 9, 2018 16:25:50 GMT -6
Reassured, Belle smiled up at her uncle. Saiyans don’t get scared! Right! She clung to her uncle’s side when he asked, squeezing her eyes shut as they sped along through the sky. Some namekian warriors came into view and so did Virkalon, horribly twisted under the blood moon’s light. When they stopped a distance away, Belle nodded with determination, knowing that she had an important part to play.
“Yes! I can do it!”
After a parting hug, Belle pumped one little fist into the air and let out a cheer for her uncle as he went off to fight. Time to do her part. Belle reached out with her aura and mind, managing to establish some sort of connection. It was weird and not easy to hold onto, but she had done it! Yes! Okay, now to see if he was okay.
Ding!
“Mr. Virkalon…? Are you okay? Why are you doing this…?”
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Post by Virkalon on Nov 9, 2018 17:39:10 GMT -6
The Ghostly spector had not taken not note of the warrior landing some distance away until he spoke. This drew its attention with a growl, many teeth bared at the newcomer. The hallowed eyes not recognizing it as friend or foe, but simple as being there. It turned its attention in a more zombie fashion than any sentient being would, stumbling slightly at the quick movement. If it was a question of madness, then its current way of shambling forward would answer that. Whatever moved this 'shell' was not sentient but simply a puppet with its strings pulled. It was then that the link was made, the shell of Virkalon twitching as if hit by some sort of invisible bullet. This did not stop the shambling body as it let a feral growl escape its lips, not human in any form. While the ghost was controlled by the moon, it was evident that any sentience was not present here. However Virkalon let loose a roar that sounded like the mixture of a blood curdling scream and a monster's roar. Many echoing in to join it as if there was more than just one inhabiting this form, wisps flying about wildly from his hide. Body seeming to materialize this spirits from anything that wasn't armor, their spirits looking like faces. In truth this were not other spirits, but haunting faces that Virkalon had felt. He was not a legion of others but one being and the moon light made this hauntings take shape though to another it would most likely not be so evident. Words rang into the air, the area about the spector turning cold as frost crept along the ground around his feet. "Failure...
"Deceiver..."Many insults rang from this 'wisps' as they floated about the shell. They were directed at Virkalon, but with no clear decisive point of origin it might sound as if they were directed at Kalabas. The shell then ceased its screaming, only to lunge forward in a feral fashion. Claws outstretched, both sets of arms attempting to cut Kalabas to ribbons with them. --- Meanwhile in the mind of Virkalon, the girl had landed in a meadow of grass. The blood moon baring down upon all who stood in this open field. A lone figure stood in the middle of it, a human like figure with furred ears. He stared up into the sky, eyes wet with tears. This tears were not ordinary but crimson as blood. The figure did not respond to the girl's words, though something else had. Her presence having not gone unnoticed by the spirits within. Upon her words the serpent had begun to stir, uprooting the ground in the distance. Bursting from the earth like a geyser before hovering next to the young man. Its purple glow nearly matching in this moonlight, eyes fixed upon the girl with a deathly glare. It was not pleased to have an intruder and that much was evident by the sheer blood lust it gave off. However, before any attack could be made, a silver otter standing as tall as the trees then materialized by the girl. It looked down at the girl before a reassuring pulse could be felt. The Silver had come to aid her and if the girl housed such a psychic link to get here, she would be able to feel this. The serpent growling in frustration as the two stared off, waiting to see what would happen next. PL: 40,000 |
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Post by Kalaboo on Nov 10, 2018 19:39:32 GMT -6
With teeth meant to tear flesh and shatter bone, eyes that pierced right through the soul and a sway better described as an neverending succession of explosive spams, this tragic corruption of the honorable Virkalon gave no answer to Kalabas’ question. This lack of response only steeled the saiyan’s resolve. In a way, Kalabas pitied the ghost who had escaped Heaven itself in hopes of retaining his identity only to now have it lost. “Take heed, I will not hold back.”, this would be the shell’s final warning, and although symbolic, if it had gone unsaid Kalabas would have felt like he had slighted his acquaintance. As if struck by lighting Virkalon twitched violently, letting out a hateful growl that reminded his opponent of great hunting beasts. The growl grew into a scream, a harsh discordant battle of pure hatred and blinding wrath, accompanied by an ethereal chorus of souls and faces. The look on Kalabas’ face was not one of catatonic fear but earnest confusion, this was the first time he had seen anything of the like, and it was, pardon the expression, haunting. As if the saiyan wasn’t weirded out enough, the apparitions began spewing insults and curses, all of the vilest order. “Hold your tongues, spirit, lest I rip them off and shove them down your throat.” Virkalon’s lunge was pure instinct, in other words, easy to counter. Kalabas drove both hands into the creature’s temples and kneed it on the gut, then he pivoted on his heel and launched it at the wrecks of a storage shed. PL: 46274
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Post by Belle on Nov 15, 2018 7:57:50 GMT -6
One moment, Belle was under the light of the blood moon, somewhat safely tucked away behind a ridge. The next, she found herself in a large meadow of grass in a strange new place. The blood moon still hung overhead but now it was a strange figure that stood before her. It was crying. Belle made to walk over to him when something erupted out of the ground in the distance. Belle let out a squeak of fear and fell down onto her butt.
Belle raised an arm to shield herself against the attack, but a silver fluffy thing came to her defense. She looked up at it with wide eyes. She felt comfort wash over her. Standing back up with her hand on the spirit otter, Belle looked over to the man.
“Mr. Virkalon? Wake up! It’s okay?”
Belle made the few tentative steps toward him despite the snake looming over him. Mister Virkalon had helped to teach her how to fight. He had been nice to her! She had to help him.
“Don’t worry! I’m coming!”
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Post by Virkalon on Nov 17, 2018 21:10:40 GMT -6
The spirit was caught, his head hit on each side, then tossed to the side. He slammed into the remnants of an old shed, fumbling about in the wooden debris as it was turned into splinters by his collision. The purple light shining from within the buried debris was a sign he was still very much active, wisps continuing to mutter insults of all different types. Virkalon slowly emerging from the debris, his red eyes glowing menacingly in Kalabas' direction.
Even as he stepped from the shed, his shambling body twitching while his foot steps left ice on the grass. His hands outstretched like a mindless beast at Kalabas. The wisps circling Virkalon like birds of prey, enjoying the negative aura the spirit was giving off.
"Kala...bas..."
The body muttered, whether of intention or not was not clear even unto itself. Perhaps due to their recent meeting, perhaps due to memories, or perhaps for another reason. Whatever the case may have been, the shambling shell continued to say his name even as it lunged forward at the saiyan. Claws outstretched while both sets of arms swiping viciously at the saiyan in an attempt to tear him to shreds.
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In the head of virkalon, the serpent and the otter stared at the child who called out to their vessel. Virkalon staring at the moon with the focus of a determined artist, ignoring all outside sources. As the girl took a few steps forward, the Serpent would lower its head down just over Virkalon and give a loud hiss, the ground of this world shaking with its very presence. It was clear where the serpent stood, even as it spoke.
"You are not welcome here child."
"She deserves the truth."
The otter said stepping forward, its voice smooth compared to the serpants. The two exchanging looks to each other, but the serpent did not move.
"She will destroy us. Kill her!"
The serpent roared before lashing out toward the girl with lightning speed. The otter would not sit idle however as it too lunged onto but onto the serpents outstretched face. The two soon began their own battle, tumbling about the grass field like two wild animals fighting to the death. The world shook with their violent exchange, the otter clinging to the serpents face as the giant snake attempted to get it off with violent shaking. The ground cracked, rocks flew through the air in huge boulder sized chunks and the world itself shook violently enough to knock Virkalon down. His eyes still remaining empty but with tears in his eyes.
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Post by Kalaboo on Nov 20, 2018 19:36:55 GMT -6
Kalabas sent Virkalon hurling and fist pumped the air, letting out his enthusiasm in a boastful cackle. The reverie was cut short by a sharp migraine in the back of the saiyan’s skull, he squeezed the sides of his head, holding back something wicked and savage. It was the oozaru inside him, trying to break free, emboldened by the blutz that bled through the crack in the duke’s lens, which he smudged with his thumb in a vain attempt to block the radiation. It did nothing and so he forced himself stoic again, trying to keep his anger and frustration in check as he watched the corrupted spirit rising from the debris.
“Kalabas, that is my name, yes. Try not to wear it out as you beg for mercy.” He didn’t wait for the ghost to come to him, rather, he clashed with a counter-charge of his own, taking the chance to see which of the two was the best fighter. Kalabas greatly underestimated his opponent, overextending himself with a tackle and letting two swipes slip through his paltry guard and send him rolling back to where he was. He dug his feet and slammed both hands on the ground, cracking a roaring chasm that snaked lighting-quick in Virkalon’s direction.
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Post by Belle on Nov 27, 2018 10:14:33 GMT -6
Belle didn’t understand the snake or the otter’s intentions or why one was helping her and the other was trying to get her to go away. She didn’t understand, but then, she didn’t need to either. Mister Virkalon had been really nice to her. She wanted to help him if she could. Belle cried out in fear when the snake lunged at her. She fell to the ground, covering her head as the two giant tussled over her, rolling off to continue their battle. Belle stole a tiny glance at them and looked back to Virkalon who had also fallen. Rushing over to his side, Belle landed softly beside him and shook him. “Mister Virkalon? It’s me! It’s Belle! It’s gonna be okay now. Please?” Virkalon |
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