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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 27, 2019 5:47:46 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
It had only been a minute at best, but Tysco had made some serious distance between himself and the inevitably ensuing battle at Muscle Tower, his expert use of mystic arts proved to be an excellent tactic. While still transformed into the creature best suited for his escape, he kept his senses active— he could tell that the other strange young man was quite far away himself. That was good, at least the two of them could live for sure. However, Tysco paused, moving no further.
Two people back at the tower— Sensoa and Saizomaru were friends of his, or at least each to his halves; his civilian half and hero half respectively. Tysco didn’t want either of them to perish, especially when he only just began to understand them. So what if they were rough around the edges? They had the potential to be genuinely great people and he was firm in this belief.
Not only was he frustrated with the fact he ran away, there was something else gnawing at him at the back of his mind. Unfortunately his head wasn’t clear enough to figure it out just yet. Regardless, Tysco swam back up to the surface of the sands. Erupting from the top, he quickly shapeshifted back to normal before skidding to a halt. Turning on his heel, his eyes were glued to the horizon where Muscle Tower was.
Moments before it would never be there again, the tower truly was there. A great pillar of destructive power swirled into existence before swinging down like a pendulum, burning the land in a cataclysmic explosion of rage and light with Tysco only just managing to avert his eyes, and barely managing to keep standing even at this distance. When it all subsided, he was simply left there in shock, and this cleared his mind.
Something was off, something went wrong.
In a state of panic, Tysco reached out with his Ki senses and flicked his scouter on, only to be relieved that, miraculously, the two that he cared about were still alive. But were they okay? The energy that rended the tower from this Earth and scotched the land was Sensoa’s, Tysco felt it. Yet, it felt wrong in some way, as if Sensoa’s will was screaming. Was it in outrage, or a call for help? Or was it both?
Perhaps against his better judgement, Tysco began to slowly trudge towards the freshly sown disaster, his expression fraught with concern as he internally cursed his own ineptitude. ’You morons better be okay..’
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on May 29, 2019 18:08:50 GMT -6
The tower had been turned into nothing more than a fissure, fel magic seeping into the earth's wound with each passing minute. It wouldn't be long before it was a festering hole for foul magics to grow. He doubted it would do the world devastating harm, but it would be a terrible reminder for years to come. Sensoa however was on a different path, instead looking for Tysco. He wanted to talk to the other demon one last time, because he knew deep down that the other would not agree with his plans. Thankfully Tysco had not gotten far, only having traveled a short distance away which let Sensoa track him with his ki sense.
Sensoa landed several feet away, not saying anything as he looked at the other demon. What was he to say, that he would plunge their world into despair and make it into a world befitting for the strong? No words would be good enough to tell Tysco why he was doing this, but it was for the world to learn that the strong should thrive. No... This was more selfish than that, Sensoa knew that deep down. He just wanted the earthlings to understand that they were weak, and didn't get to make decisions because they were weak.
Sensoa simply watched Tysco, green eyes staring at the other demon as he tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind.
PL: 160,000
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Post by Tysco Zautt on May 30, 2019 4:43:51 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Tysco could feel the intensity of the cursed magics increasing, but with his big ol’ nerd brain being so proficient in the theory, practical uses and impact of the mystic arts, he knew deep down that it wouldn’t spread too far, but it would be one hell of a scar left in the Diablo Desert. Sensoa really did a number on the tower... Were he not so horribly stressed out, Tysco might even have thought to study the fissure that was made in greater detail.
While making his way back, Tysco’s senses pinged, one of the other three that remained to fight was actually approaching, fast heading this way instead of breaking off into different directions— it could’ve been Mumbo, but luckily it was Sensoa! Thank goodness, someone that Tysco would actually find it easier to speak to. “Ohhh my goodness, thank the stars..” He huffed out a mild sigh of relief. Not all of the stress was gone from his being, but seeing Sensoa alive with his own two eyes was pretty good right now.
Tysco looked to Sensoa with all of the concern in the world, it didn’t take a genius to figure out something wasn’t quite right given what happened moments ago... Plus, Sensoa looked awkward and lost in Tysco’s opinion— more awkward and lost than when they first met. Back then, it was just a coincidence that they were in the same place and began to chat. Since they knew each other well enough now, enough to be friends, Sensoa landing here had a purpose. “... I’d ask if you were okay, but I get the feeling that you’re not.” Tysco frowned slightly, his eye frills drooping. “So, uh. How are you feeling? I picked up on the fact that the dude with the long hair really pissed you off somehow, and... I wanna know why. I could tell immediately that something was way off as soon as he showed up. I’m just thinking, yanno, that maybe if I knew what issues you two had with each other, if I could hear from both sides of the story that I might have been able to help you guys sort things out.” Tysco cleared his throat and held the back of his neck sheepishly with a free hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t support you in that way, Sen.”
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on May 30, 2019 12:24:58 GMT -6
Sensoa listened to Tysco speak, the concern in his voice making the demon grit his teeth. Some part of him felt guilty for this decision, but it was his to make. He had decided to rule this world as a tyrant so that they would understand true despair and agony. Yet seeing Tysco showing concern and wanting to help made him hesitate. Tysco, Jinn, Carro, and Chime... All four of them had been good to him and he was about to destroy all that they loved... But it was the price to pay to bring this peace loving world to reality, to show earthlings they were pitifully weak.
"I suppose you could have... Maybe you could have prevented this, or maybe you couldn't... It matters little now... To dwell on what if's would get us no where..."
Sensoa sighed heavily then, his eyes trailing to the ground before him as a hand rubbed the spot between his eyes.
"I... hate the earth... I despise it with all of my being. I've lived here long enough to see the hypocritical ways of earthlings, of how they love peace and judge those of war who would fight for them."
Sensoa looked off into the distance, perhaps that was not the right words to say. He had protected and hurt earthlings. In the end it didn't matter because their deaths would pave the way for the strong to survive.
"Saizomaru is the man with the long hair... He and I... We are monsters to the earthlings. He suffered at their hands... and I have suffered at their hands as well... They judge us based on their ideals of normal... Or perhaps they are just that vain. They have been coddled by the strong, and have long forgotten what it means to suffer."
It was then that Sensoa's runes turned red, his eyes fixing on Tysco then. His hatred vibrating through the air from his aura, and how much he despised the earths way of doing things.
"I have decided I will conquer this world... I will turn it into a paradise for the strong... For to long have they shackled the strong in protecting the weak... They shunned that which they do not understand... But I will make them see. I will being despair and suffering to them. I will wake them up to the truth of the universe. That war... and death are for the weak... While life and happiness is for the strong."
Sensoa didn't expect Tysco or anyone else to understand... He expected to walk alone along this dark path but he believed it was the right path. He would follow in his father's footsteps and create an empire for the strong. A place where all warriors could gather and rejoice in the proving of how strong they were. He would not shun anyone who was strong and would create a utopia for those with the will to survive.
"I will create a Utopia for the strong... A paradise for those who have the strength to survive and the weak will learn their place... That they are not to be protected and coddled but crushed beneath the strong's feet."
Sensoa held up a hand and clenched his fist tightly enough to create a small shock wave from it at the mention of the weak being crushed. It was then that the runes upon his body turned green once more as he held out his hand.
"I do not expect you to understand Tysco... I expect you to fight back or flee... I am hoping you run... I do not wish to hurt those I respect and hold dear to me. So I ask you... please flee before I take this world... Run far away and never return..."
Sensoa was saying this with genuine sadness in his voice, and hope that tysco would take him up on that offer. He wanted the other demon to live and prosper some place else. Hell if Tysco joined his soon to be empire, the demon would be glad to have him, but that probably wouldn't happen.
PL: 160,000
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Jul 26, 2019 9:01:54 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
Tysco easily noticed Sensoa acting weird, he looked angry, but this felt different. Darker than simply being ‘rough around the edges’. It seemed that Tysco’s concerns were more than legitimate after that violent outburst of painful demon magic that Sensoa used to destroy Muscle Tower. “Dwelling too much on stuff isn’t... Yeah, it isn’t healthy.” Tysco knew what he was talking about, he still felt like garbage over Koban’s passing near enough every day if he was left to his own devices without any manner of distraction. “But, you told me to get myself and the other guy outta there.. I could tell you didn’t want me to get hurt at least, if I did, then you’d maybe feel guilty about it.. Bah, heck, I’m just, rambling. Again. Sorry.” Tysco shook his head rapidly, allowing Sensoa to begin speaking.
Then, Tysco was stunned hearing what came next. He looked to Sensoa in utter disbelief. Did Saizomaru or Mumbo smack him upside the head so hard that his internal logic stopped working? Hypocrites were everywhere, Tysco lived long enough in general to know that. “I mean, if you like fighting, I’m sure Vegeta is more your cup of tea? There’s no shame in looking for somewhere else to live that suits you better. Just.. Yanno, be warned that mean spirited folk are everywhere, not just on Earth.”
Things went from bad to worse very quickly. Sensoa, unwittingly hit quite the nerve for Tysco; judging people based not on who they were, but what they were. “Monsters? Are you serious?” Tysco scoffed. “No. I saw only one monster and neither you nor Saizomaru were it. So what if you’re a Demon and he’s an Android? At what point does that mean you’re not worthy of compassion huh?!”
As Sensoa continued to speak, something began to brew within Tysco. His initial shock slowly subsiding, it was replaced with something that had been building up over the course of recent months after hearing about betrayal upon betrayal, evil mind-possessions and attacks on his friends and the innocent of the universe. It was utterly foreign and unnatural to him. It was apathy. In truth, even the slightest whiff of it in his very being made him sick— and Sensoa spewing such backwards, regressive rhetoric suddenly sparked this vile little flame.
A flame that Tysco wanted nothing more than to immediately extinguish.
For a moment, Tysco’s expression contorted into something beyond comprehension as pure demonic shapeshifting power leaked from the young man, only to dissolve as quickly as it had occurred. Tysco’s expression became eerily calm, his eyes became completely white with a soft glow of the same colour; blankly staring into Sensoa’s very being before completely snapping back to reality.
Even after all that Sensoa had said, Tysco refused to stop caring, he denied the beastly antithesis to who he was; a man of intense emotion. Everything he chose to be of his own volition would persist because he knew he was better than this, stronger than this. Tysco saw a better, stronger person in Sensoa as well and refused to give up on that, but that didn’t mean he had to be nice about it.
“I thought you were more than this. You proved that you were. Remember who you came to for help, on a very personal and delicate matter regarding your family? Me. Out of everyone you know, you came to me for help. You could’ve found someone as ''strooong'' as you instead if you care so much about whether or not someone can blow up a mountain or some stupid garbage like that, so, why did you come to me? Because it sure as shit wasn’t for the muscle!”
Sometimes people could only learn by making mistakes. Sensoa wanted to throw a tantrum? Try and make an intrinsically flawed ‘utopia for the strong’? Fine. He’ll learn the hard way, Earth was far stronger than he realized, and there was more to strength than how hard someone can punch.
While he heard Sensoa’s concerns, the genuine struggle and pain behind them; Tysco wasn’t going to hold back because he believed Sensoa could be better. In fact, that was all the more reason to be as harsh and unforgiving as he possibly could be.
Looking into Sensoa’s eyes once more, Tysco’s expression was of an absolutely furious yet exhausted man, as if he had stayed awake for a week straight in under a minute. His voice began to break, his once aggressively confident stance becoming ever so slightly wobbly. “I won’t fight you. Right now, y-you don’t deserve to lock fists with me as friend or as f-foe. I won’t flee either, this world is my home.” For a moment, he let that all sink in.
“B-but, you don’t want to hurt those you care for, huh? We-well,” Tysco closed his eyes, his voice began to falter further, having reached a final fatal truth in this situation. “Too late... Y-you... You already h-have.” Sniffling becoming more prevalent, Tysco remained as composed as he could.
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Post by Tysco Zautt on Nov 8, 2019 6:17:40 GMT -6
|| Tysco’s PL: 24,000 || PL Suppressed to 333 [UT1] Secret Identity is in effect ||
After a deep breath, Tysco’s voice stabilized, and he developed an eerily calm expression. Though he was still obviously very hurt by Sensoa’s actions and statements, it was out of his hands. There was no way to convince his fellow demon that this path would eventually result in a more vile and repugnant state of misery. Sensoa was in real danger of not only getting killed, but also totally losing all that made him him.
Tysco shook his head and scoffed. He simply turned and began walking away, pausing for a moment to speak over his shoulder. “Just know this, Sensoa. Those that choose to betray the trust of others, always end up alone.” A gust of wind rushed by, carrying with it a load of sand, obscuring Tysco from view. When it settled, the young man was nowhere to be seen...
Thread end/exit! Capping this one off so there's no loose ends for us!
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