Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Dec 12, 2019 22:46:47 GMT -6
PL: 16,000 Ichi's PL: 16,000
Daruma was a desperate man.
The past few weeks had felt like seconds, and years, and weeks all the same. Terrible, horrible moments in his life happened before he could stop them, sloshing back and forth in the primordial ooze that was grief and forming into one agonizingly painful experience. He was so distraught, so without purpose and grief stricken that he had lost track of his only way to see Nashi and Carro again. Ogre's had a lot of ways to get back and forth between the worlds of the dead and the living, but all of them required something he must have lost in a flurry or a fight- tickets. Fuck. He couldn't even get that right!
There had to be another way. Daruma knew it, he needed it to be true. He could feel the truth in his skin, peeling and leaving him screaming as he woke sleepless, and dived into the library of the Lookout each desperate night for the past three. It was then, groggy eyed and fourteen cans of Hetap DoubleXtreme deep that he found what he was looking for. The Furnace of the Eight Divisions. A lost secret, hidden in the mystical lands of Mount Five Element, near the Frying Pan Plain of the Sleep East. Legends, stories, lore- they all told it different ways, but one thing was always written. Those who visited the furnace could speak to the dead once more.
So there, four days without sleep and with a tuft-necked dragon wrapped around his neck, he found himself. The looming gates stood in the distance, enshrouded by fog and mystique, and Daruma dragged himself step by step across the mountainous terrain in pursuit of something more important than sleep, or life, or purpose. He needed to see them again.
Thread Power Level: 190,000 Deep in the mountain, a tremor echoed. It was faint; coming and going in rapid-fire bursts like a machine, only it wasn’t some simple contraption. Further than Daruma had reached, there was a Saiyan, short one arm yet filled with twice the rage. He was locked in combat far below the surface.
He rolled out of the way of his opponent, a fire-soaked beastman of unknown origin. It laughed at him with a curling gurgle, sending another buffet of flame his way. The rooms heat intensified once more, and Vocado allowed himself a painful pant.
”You’ve got some semblance of skill,” praised Vocado, leaping skyward as he did. ”But a few fancy magic tricks won’t stop me.”
The beast burped out more flames, coating the cave wall. In a place like this, though, it blended right in. The mountain itself was alight with flame. Whatever foul magics caused this were ancient— demonic, perhaps.
Before the flame-broiled man could release another heat wave, he’d find a boot to his skull, releasing another one of those tremors when Vocado made contact. He was sent flying back, tearing a hole through the cave wall, where he lay sprawled out in the room adjacent.
Another monster burrowed from the ground, this one a centipede of nearly twenty times it’s normal size. It skittered along the ceiling, dripping liquid heat from its maw.
A few moments later, the sound of another earth-shaking impact could be heard, followed by yet another room being torn into. The centipede was no more.
”I feel like I’ve lost my place now. Just how far down have I gone?”
Leaping into the next room, he took another breath as he touched down in the center of a massive cavern. Was he close to his destination, or would he be swallowed whole by the elements themselves?
Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Dec 16, 2019 21:03:08 GMT -6
PL: 16,000 Ichi's PL: 16,000
The low rumble of a tremor rang deep below, and despite his body's constant requests that he lie down and sleep, Daruma pressed on and pushed his way further into the mystical site. As he reached the grand jade doorway, his weary eyes drew upon a troublesome fact. The doors had been cleaved open, and rested ajar with obvious scuff marks trailing from it's normally closed position across the rocks below. Cautious, but unshaken, he pursued his prize all the same. What was on the other side was unexpected, too. Instead of the room preceding the Furnace from his descriptions, small amount of brick lead deeper into the mountain, breaking up until it finally became nothing more than a cavern bore into the earth.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, mopping some sweat from his brow with a towel he conjured. The records the Lookout had of this location were nearly 2,000 years old! There was no doubt now that he thought clearly about it that the inside of the sacred way to the furnace would have changed. It was a place of great power, and no doubt the Shinjin and the Ogres had decided to do some renovation or add extra defenses in all that time. As he wandered down the corridoor, sputters of fire seemed to leap from the walls and linger, like they were watching him, before slipping back through the cracks.
The earth vibrated hard enough that the small pools of magma in the ground began to bubble and wiggle like jello. What was that sound? Daruma needed to know. Now that he mentioned it to himself, his senses were prickling like crazy. This burning tunnel was definitely teaming with life that was following him along, but it did not seem to want it's presence known. He tried his best to dig in deep, and reach out to find if the sound was from anything dangerous, the steam and smoke that rose from the crags around him making it no easier.
"FUCK!" He blurted, stumbling back and catching his words in the palm of his hand frantically, as his voice echoed off down into the tunnel ways. "What in the home for infinite losers..." He whispered to himself, dropping low as if that would somehow help mask him from whatever the hell that massive power he felt deep within was. There were other powers, each strong in their own right, but this one dwarfed them all.
Daruma bit his tongue, and stirred Ichi from his sleep. "Buddy, I'm gonna need you alive and kicking. There's, u-uh..." He stammered, and for a moment caught himself nearly laughing from nervousness at how ironic it was he was breaking out in a cold sweat while in such a hot environment. "...there's something big down there." Ichi couldn't feel energy like Daruma could, but he narrowed his brow and tried hard anyway. Nothing. He was about to grumble and go defiantly back to sleep, but the look in Daruma's eyes of both sleeplessness and a silent horror told the little tyrant he should listen.
"Okeydokey." He growled, dropping to the hot floor and rolling his spine to crick out his neck, scratching at the fluff around his neck before flipping back onto Daruma's back. "Ready?" Daruma near-quivered, gulping deeply to catch himself. "Ready!" Ichi squeaked as quietly as he could, gripping tightly and ready to pounce as Daruma took in a deep breath before bolting down into the depths.
He just hoped his echo hadn't reached that far down, and that maybe he could slip past whatever this evil thing was.
The echoes of fury bounced off the fire-soaked walls of Mount Five Element. Somewhere close. It was a weakling, unsurprisingly, but still more of a challenge than anything down here thus far. Their power lied in the overwhelming heat they were able to produce, while this one felt more like raw power.
”Stronger— certainly not smarter.”
With a dull motion, the Saiyan raised his hand, aiming for one of the walls. Behind it lie the enemy in waiting. There were two of them, from what he could tell. Could be perhaps kill two birds with one stone?
He fired a beam from his palm, shattering the wall. If Daruma didn’t move out of the way, he’d be blindsided by a rather powerful blow. Even if he was struck, it wouldn’t kill him. Determined as he was, Vocado wasn’t about to waste a potential sparring session in such a boring place.
Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Dec 26, 2019 20:30:47 GMT -6
PL: 16,000 Ichi's PL: 16,000
As he ran down the winding furnace tunnels, sweat dripping, he felt a terrible chill run down his spine. Like something he'd only felt before on the Lookout, a quiet little voice reached out and whispered to him, in words unspoken. JUMP. As the instinctual notion drove it's way through his synapse to fire off, the heat grew hotter and hotter. Skidding to a stop he jumped back to catch himself, only to watch in slow horror as a beam cascaded through the earthen wall, blasting past mere inches from his form.
"Fuck..." He gasped, gripping his stomach as he heaved in a short breath. "That was... it's here." He started, snapping his head to the side as the smoke plumed from the battered wall, a figure of menacing presence standing on the other side. There was no way around it now- Daruma had to stand his ground. Maybe this had just been a stray shot? Maybe, this terrifying, shadowy figure in the back of the smoke was actually nice. Maybe the immense concentration of Jaki he could sense was just... wrong. As much as he hoped, no doubt appeared in his mind that getting to the furnace was going to be the fight of his life. Taking a breath, he slid his leg around in a semi-circle, readying his stance.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop shaking.
The dust settled quickly, and to his surprise the victim behind the wall was alive and well. A blue-skinned boy stood at the precipice of the ruined wall, his fighting stance well-trained, yet filled with unease. Some sort of pet slithered around his body. Was that thing just as strong as the boy? How unfortunate for the both of them.
”You’re no fire beast,” mused the murderer. ”You’re an outsider, like me. Looking for something in these hallowed halls, I presume?”
Vocado took no stance, instead placing his lone hand on his hip. It was fortunate that his prosthetic was still under repair. It meant there was a chance this’d be something resembling a challenge.
”You won’t find what you’re looking for. I can guarantee that. Why don’t you run home, little imp? I’m sure your talents would be better suited to a garden rather than a gravesite.”
Post by Tsukibito Daruma on Jan 6, 2020 19:38:27 GMT -6
PL: 16,000 Ichi's PL: 16,000
"I can't do that."
Daruma was doing his best to feign confidence despite the uncertainty of his stance and the fear in his heart. But as much as he wanted to scream and run- he couldn't. He had to stand up for something, for once. Even if it meant he might die. That's what Nashi had done. That's what Carro had done. That's what he would do. "What are you looking for anyway?" He stammered, trying to coax some idea of this monstrosity of power's intentions. This one-armed, black haired, immensely powerful monstrosity. Oh. Fuck. Nononono this couldn't be. The guy who killed Nashi and Carro was a saiyan, and this guy didn't have a tail! "...and just what are you anyway?"
The boy was nothing. A weakling in the guise of an explorer. Was it bravery or foolishness that forced the Ogre to stay? Vocado didn't know, nor did he care. His foe was little more than a plaything. A nice change of pace, all things considered. Maybe this one would get to live if he played his cards right.
With a dull sigh, Vocado rolled his shoulder. He didn't bother getting into a stance yet. He hadn't the need for serious fighting when the gap stood so large.
"I'm looking for some seeds down here. It's a long shot, but a magical place like this might house the plant I need for a... Project of mine."
The Saiyan chuckled. Earth-born adventurers loved to talk, didn't they? Then again, he supposed this one wasn't a native. Not many Earthlings sported blue skin, nor Battle Points of this magnitude. Maybe quips and inquisition simply ran in the blood of the foolish.
"Little old me? Just a monster. One of the things your mother told you to run from if ever a dark alley makes itself our home. I suppose this place is a bit brighter than that."
Picking up a pebble, Vocado tossed it back and forth in his hand, before launching it at Daruma with killer intent.
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