Pip
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Post by Pip on Mar 4, 2019 15:20:35 GMT -6
to preface- this beginning part is Pip's inner narraration.
[It was a beautiful day in South City; The birds were chirping... "chip chip chip". Cars were zooming by... "vroom vroom". People were conversing... "PUT THE MONEY IN DA BAG. NOW NOW NOW!!!!"]
Alas! a perilous scene had begun to unfold at the cities biggest bank- BaoCentral. A devious, malicious soul was holding the lobbies staff captive! his bright pink skin and vagrant muscles utterly captivating all his spectators. Guards rushed forward, attempting to free the prisoners, only to be added to the captives moments later.
{atleast that's how he'd planned for his heist to start}
In reality, there stood Pip, Or Jadro, Or Kumball, Or whatever other absurd names he'd decided to call himself that day. Swarms of people rushed past him as he yelled "Put the money in the bag- I'm takin Y'all hostage!!", giving him no more than a strange look as they hurried to their jobs.
He was being ignored despite his "daring claims"- possibly due to the fact that he'd decided to wear full cardboard armor which had been painted a variety of colors. He wasn't sure.
"I'm Serious!!" he'd continue, now attracting the attention of some security guards. Two of them begun slowly walking towards him, garnering a panicked reaction from the pink robber. "Aw shit, coppers!" he'd mumble, hurriedly waddling outside. The guards simply shrugged and went back to their stations.
Looking back, Pip would let out a sly remark- "... Heh, seems I outran justice- HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" he'd roar triumphantly, again garnering mixed reactions from nearby spectators as he ran into a nearby alleyway.
Slowly though, a look of melancholy would befall the pink person as he grounded to a halt- "This villain stuff is hard..." he'd mumble, slowly making his way back onto the streets.
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Post by knightmare on Mar 5, 2019 2:54:55 GMT -6
A few moments after the young alien ducked into the alley... A mist began to roll in from a shadowy corner that was hidden from the sun. Well, more like a thick fog. It clung low to the ground as it rolled through the little nook between buildings. An electrical light above a side-door turned on, then flickered, then burst. Then the alley went from South-City warm to North-City cold. Cold enough that Pip's fingers might have felt numb, definitely cold enough to see his own breath. A great, booming laugh began to echo between the walls of the two buildings. Louder... louder... almost deafening!
That was when the figure rose from the ground. Not from a supine position on the ground, no... It rose from out of the concrete, without disturbing the cans and other trash that had been deposited at the mouth of the alley. Right in front of Pip.
The figure was wearing a full suit of plated armor. From the top of its head, to the tips of its toes, every inch was covered in some form of steel. Sans the hands. The fingers of them were fully visible, though they had no flesh on them. They were just bones. Everywhere else was still covered, however, even the joints and areas where the plates ended. The plates themselves were also covered. Covered in runes and pictograms and ancient letters that all flowed together into one giant tableau. It all seemed to begin and end at the symbol of a skull and jawbones emblazoned on the armor's chest plate.
The bony fingers of the thing's left hand clutched a bronze torch, which burned with a bright flame that was the same color as the pair of "eyes" behind the armor's visor, and the plume sticking out of the top of the helmet. The right hand, meanwhile, reached up and back, for the pommel of a rather long, rather thick sword on the thing's back. As the hand eeeeeeeever so slowly moved towards the sheath that held the blade, there was a noise to go with it...
Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp....
Eventually, the hand met the sheath that held the sword. As it undid a few buttons attached to little leather straps that held the pommel of its sword tight... the knight spoke.
"What be this?
Not a child of man...
Dost thou at least bleed?
I do hope thou can."
He laughed that great, booming laugh again as he finished undoing the straps. He continued to laugh when the bony fingers wrapped around the handle portion of the pommel. The laughter still went on as he began to pull it free with that same slow...
Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp....
As soon as the sword was free, the knight held it up, up... high above its head. Then it prepared to slice!
...Only to stop at the last moment. The figure moved its blade out of the way of its eyes, and stared at Pip. The fires that made up its eyes flickered as it scanned over the whole of the alien lad's body. Once... twice... three times to be safe. Then the knight leaned down and tilted his armored head to the side. He got rather close, so close that the metal covering where his mouth would have been was practically touching the little pink "villain". The sadistic glee was gone from his, still loud, voice as he spoke again...
"What trickery is this?
Thou hast no flame.
Art thou already dead?
Be there nothing to maim?"
The Dread Knight has entered the thread!
Thread PL: 14,000
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