This Clay Earth: Prospectors' Savior - Page 9

Funka Genocide · 03-25-2005, 08:44 AM

At the arrival of the shadow Weir, the creatures screamed in unison. An earsplitting, unearthly cry which spoke of eternities of torment and that was simply the physical component of it. These things were as a poem of hate constantly being recited, a walking, breathing liturgy of pain encompassed in tattered rags and...

rotting flesh.

They screamed even louder as they expanded, growing to several times their original size in a few heartbeats. Drawing substance from the ether, becoming the monsters they truely were. Their very existence foretold of deadly intents, their bony clawed hands spoke even louder.

Vergil knew they would not be able to maintain such a state of manifestation for very long, these were the mongrel dogs of the netherworld, vicious in packs yet easily cowed alone, and nearly mindless intheir mental capacities. These things were not the real threat he mused, then brought his mind back to the present.

yes they were, for now at least...

Dante · 03-25-2005, 09:03 AM

Seemingly oblivious to the change in the approaching creatures, Vergil closed his eyes, and folded his arms. One of his hands was holding the same katana he had used in Las Vegas. He held against his body, the long yellow ribbon running from its saya rippling in an ethereal wind.

Very softly, very calmly, he spoke.

"Hayaku kaeru zo, kisama-tachi ga. Ano gumin-tachi wa kisama-tachi no karimono wa nai."

Darth SS · 03-25-2005, 05:34 PM

Greg continued down the stairs, wondering what the screaming was.

"Okay, why won't people ever just shut up? If I can hear you from 10 stories up, you're obviously too loud."

Cloud Strife · 03-26-2005, 02:37 AM

Nick smirked. They were big, sure, but they lacked any real cognizance. They were dangerous when encounted while alone, but there were several people here.

Nick cracked his knuckles, loudly. Each crack seemed to send a shockwave through his body. When he finished, he seemed to have a light glow about him. He smirked again as he put up his fists, boxer style.

This should be fun.

*******************

Zack heard the screams, and thinking that something was wrong, he hurried down the steps. As he reached the doorway, he was about to ask what was wrong when he saw the creatures. He looked at them in shock. The living dead were before him. He had not expected this.

Zack shook his head to clear it. Get it together... Concentrating through the piercing screams they were emitting, he sharpened his focus... and his sight. The little glass shards in his eyes glinted. His Perfect sight was in effect, a sort of precognitive ability that let him see just slightly into the future. The zombies shouldn't be able to touch him now.

He prepared a defense to get rid of a few of these demon things. He was sure they wouldn't see it coming.

Dante · 03-26-2005, 06:35 AM

"Ashes to ashes..."

Vergil's left arm fell, lowering the katana to his side. He thumbed the crosspiece of his weapon, exposing an inch of polished metal. It gleamed brightly in the moonlight.

"Dust to dust..."

His duster flared out with the speed of his draw. The sword's path was visible only as a crescent of opalescent light, mirroring the crescent moon that shone down on him. The creatures closest to him suddenly stopped in their tracks. Ttheir cacophonous wailing cut off, and their faces were fixed in dumb stupefaction. as though stunned that by the fact that he had simply flicked his weapon out to cut nothing but air.

Vergil had not moved from his spot.

The tip of his weapon touched the slot in its sheath. Dante drew both hands parallel and slowly sheathed the blade, pausing only when an inch of steel remained exposed.

"The Lord giveth..."

The blade clicked home. Instantly, multiple slashes exploded across the bodies of the frozen creatures. Heads, arms, legs and torsos tumbled to the ground as though spilling from a torn sack of produce.

"But I taketh away."

Vergil folded his arms again, waiting for the others to make a move.

VA_Ninja · 03-26-2005, 09:35 AM

Daniel just began getting over the initial shock of seeing the undead creatures unveil their true forms. He would not have much time before the were upon him, needed a plan.

What works against the undead? Daniel pondered, reflecting on every zombie movie he'd seen. Normally a shotgun or a chainsaw would do it, but nothing like that here. Can't get holy water from a church. What can I possibly...

"Fire..."

Daniel flicked up his recently lit cigarette, pointed it toward the demons, and gave it a gentle tap. He concentrated, guiding the small embers across the air, feeding the flames with his will. The stream of fire grew until striking a nearby monster. Engulfing the creature within the fires from his makeshift flamethrower, Daniel couldn't help but smile.

Cloud Strife · 03-26-2005, 05:09 PM

Seeing the flames spreading over the monsters, Zack decided it would be best to utilize his plan now. He concentrated on the ground around and under the monsters. If he had a say on reality...

The monsters suddenly disappeared from sight, a splash emenating from the spot where the monsters had been, the sidewalk and street in that area rippling as if they were water. Zack smiled and concentrated, turning it back to its original state. The monsters were under 10 feet of earth, concrete, and asphalt. I hope that holds 'em.

Nick sighed and let the energy he had built up dissapate. Oh well, he thought. There's always next time.

Funka Genocide · 03-27-2005, 08:05 AM

As the ground settled back into normalcy, a brief moment of silence settled in. Followed by a violent burst of air. Hurricane force gales accosted the narrow alleyway and something shimmered behind the swirling debris. A crack of thunder sounded and a spherical darkness began to grow. A moment later the street was filled with an even greater force of monstrocities.

One flew towards the shadow Weir still manifested at the doorway. Three dove for Vergil in a maddened ferocity, decayed bodily fluids dripping everywhere.

Archbio · 03-28-2005, 02:44 AM

Weir the shadow had slumped backwards, arms hanging down, in the atonic pose of a skeleton awaiting impulse. It marvelled at the speed with which the others dispatched the first wave of carrions as it stood and watched.

Then, as the renewed horde charged and one of the creatures singled it out, it realized just how much the original, diplomatic plan Weir had formulated before sending it had been invalidated by the dispositions of both groups. Mostly the disposition of these netherworld beasts (how could they have reacted positively to a mortal's shadow in any way?), but Weir would have to keep a closer eye on the white haired one.

The shadow flung its arm, throwing the satchel at the approaching creature, and ducked down as soon as it hit and burst open, a cloud of powder expanding from the point of impact. The darkness didn't seek to evade the deadly being as it went through the veil of dust, but instead launched itself to meet the corrupted hulk, passing between its talons and tackling it.

There was no blow struck, and the figure of coherent darkness was gone from sight. Infiltrating the beast's physical form, it took its place within, struggling against the mindless will and coursing like venom. Outside, the body shrunk as the alien component eclipsed the Elsewhere source, robbing the whole of its strenght.

The shadow would talk and listen when it had taken control.

Dante · 03-28-2005, 03:17 AM

Vergil opened an eye as they clsoed on him. Then there was the strangest feeling of the world going ping, and suddenly, the leaping creatures slowed to a crawl, as though their pounce had been recorded in slow motion and played back.

In his eyes, the three of them blurred, then merged into one. Vergil went down into a sword-drawing stance. A blinding flash later, he was past the beasts, who were still caught in mid-air.

He sheathed his weapon. Suddenly the zombies were moving again... or msot of them, at least. Their heads were still hanging in space. What remained of their necks terminated abruptly in a long, neat cut, two inches below the jawline. Each one of them had been decapitated in the same way.

The rotting bodies hit the alley with the sound of a bag of dried leaves. Vergil snapped his fingers and the heads fell, rolling around like obscene coconuts.

03-25-2005, 09:03 AM	#82
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	Seemingly oblivious to the change in the approaching creatures, Vergil closed his eyes, and folded his arms. One of his hands was holding the same katana he had used in Las Vegas. He held against his body, the long yellow ribbon running from its saya rippling in an ethereal wind. Very softly, very calmly, he spoke. "Hayaku kaeru zo, kisama-tachi ga. Ano gumin-tachi wa kisama-tachi no karimono wa nai." Last edited by Dante; 03-25-2005 at 09:06 AM.

03-26-2005, 02:37 AM	#84
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Nick smirked. They were big, sure, but they lacked any real cognizance. They were dangerous when encounted while alone, but there were several people here. Nick cracked his knuckles, loudly. Each crack seemed to send a shockwave through his body. When he finished, he seemed to have a light glow about him. He smirked again as he put up his fists, boxer style. This should be fun. ******************* Zack heard the screams, and thinking that something was wrong, he hurried down the steps. As he reached the doorway, he was about to ask what was wrong when he saw the creatures. He looked at them in shock. The living dead were before him. He had not expected this. Zack shook his head to clear it. Get it together... Concentrating through the piercing screams they were emitting, he sharpened his focus... and his sight. The little glass shards in his eyes glinted. His Perfect sight was in effect, a sort of precognitive ability that let him see just slightly into the future. The zombies shouldn't be able to touch him now. He prepared a defense to get rid of a few of these demon things. He was sure they wouldn't see it coming. __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

03-26-2005, 05:09 PM	#87
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Seeing the flames spreading over the monsters, Zack decided it would be best to utilize his plan now. He concentrated on the ground around and under the monsters. If he had a say on reality... The monsters suddenly disappeared from sight, a splash emenating from the spot where the monsters had been, the sidewalk and street in that area rippling as if they were water. Zack smiled and concentrated, turning it back to its original state. The monsters were under 10 feet of earth, concrete, and asphalt. I hope that holds 'em. Nick sighed and let the energy he had built up dissapate. Oh well, he thought. There's always next time. __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

03-28-2005, 02:44 AM	#89
Archbio Data is Turned On Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 3,980	Weir the shadow had slumped backwards, arms hanging down, in the atonic pose of a skeleton awaiting impulse. It marvelled at the speed with which the others dispatched the first wave of carrions as it stood and watched. Then, as the renewed horde charged and one of the creatures singled it out, it realized just how much the original, diplomatic plan Weir had formulated before sending it had been invalidated by the dispositions of both groups. Mostly the disposition of these netherworld beasts (how could they have reacted positively to a mortal's shadow in any way?), but Weir would have to keep a closer eye on the white haired one. The shadow flung its arm, throwing the satchel at the approaching creature, and ducked down as soon as it hit and burst open, a cloud of powder expanding from the point of impact. The darkness didn't seek to evade the deadly being as it went through the veil of dust, but instead launched itself to meet the corrupted hulk, passing between its talons and tackling it. There was no blow struck, and the figure of coherent darkness was gone from sight. Infiltrating the beast's physical form, it took its place within, struggling against the mindless will and coursing like venom. Outside, the body shrunk as the alien component eclipsed the Elsewhere source, robbing the whole of its strenght. The shadow would talk and listen when it had taken control. __________________ 6201 Reasons to Support Electoral Reform.

03-28-2005, 03:17 AM	#90
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	Vergil opened an eye as they clsoed on him. Then there was the strangest feeling of the world going ping, and suddenly, the leaping creatures slowed to a crawl, as though their pounce had been recorded in slow motion and played back. In his eyes, the three of them blurred, then merged into one. Vergil went down into a sword-drawing stance. A blinding flash later, he was past the beasts, who were still caught in mid-air. He sheathed his weapon. Suddenly the zombies were moving again... or msot of them, at least. Their heads were still hanging in space. What remained of their necks terminated abruptly in a long, neat cut, two inches below the jawline. Each one of them had been decapitated in the same way. The rotting bodies hit the alley with the sound of a bag of dried leaves. Vergil snapped his fingers and the heads fell, rolling around like obscene coconuts. Last edited by Dante; 03-28-2005 at 03:19 AM.

03-25-2005, 08:44 AM	#81
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	At the arrival of the shadow Weir, the creatures screamed in unison. An earsplitting, unearthly cry which spoke of eternities of torment and that was simply the physical component of it. These things were as a poem of hate constantly being recited, a walking, breathing liturgy of pain encompassed in tattered rags and... rotting flesh. They screamed even louder as they expanded, growing to several times their original size in a few heartbeats. Drawing substance from the ether, becoming the monsters they truely were. Their very existence foretold of deadly intents, their bony clawed hands spoke even louder. Vergil knew they would not be able to maintain such a state of manifestation for very long, these were the mongrel dogs of the netherworld, vicious in packs yet easily cowed alone, and nearly mindless intheir mental capacities. These things were not the real threat he mused, then brought his mind back to the present. yes they were, for now at least...

03-26-2005, 06:35 AM	#85
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	"Ashes to ashes..." Vergil's left arm fell, lowering the katana to his side. He thumbed the crosspiece of his weapon, exposing an inch of polished metal. It gleamed brightly in the moonlight. "Dust to dust..." His duster flared out with the speed of his draw. The sword's path was visible only as a crescent of opalescent light, mirroring the crescent moon that shone down on him. The creatures closest to him suddenly stopped in their tracks. Ttheir cacophonous wailing cut off, and their faces were fixed in dumb stupefaction. as though stunned that by the fact that he had simply flicked his weapon out to cut nothing but air. Vergil had not moved from his spot. The tip of his weapon touched the slot in its sheath. Dante drew both hands parallel and slowly sheathed the blade, pausing only when an inch of steel remained exposed. "The Lord giveth..." The blade clicked home. Instantly, multiple slashes exploded across the bodies of the frozen creatures. Heads, arms, legs and torsos tumbled to the ground as though spilling from a torn sack of produce. "But I taketh away." Vergil folded his arms again, waiting for the others to make a move.

03-26-2005, 09:35 AM	#86
VA_Ninja :3 Join Date: Oct 2004 Posts: 395	Daniel just began getting over the initial shock of seeing the undead creatures unveil their true forms. He would not have much time before the were upon him, needed a plan. What works against the undead? Daniel pondered, reflecting on every zombie movie he'd seen. Normally a shotgun or a chainsaw would do it, but nothing like that here. Can't get holy water from a church. What can I possibly... "Fire..." Daniel flicked up his recently lit cigarette, pointed it toward the demons, and gave it a gentle tap. He concentrated, guiding the small embers across the air, feeding the flames with his will. The stream of fire grew until striking a nearby monster. Engulfing the creature within the fires from his makeshift flamethrower, Daniel couldn't help but smile.

03-27-2005, 08:05 AM	#88
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	As the ground settled back into normalcy, a brief moment of silence settled in. Followed by a violent burst of air. Hurricane force gales accosted the narrow alleyway and something shimmered behind the swirling debris. A crack of thunder sounded and a spherical darkness began to grow. A moment later the street was filled with an even greater force of monstrocities. One flew towards the shadow Weir still manifested at the doorway. Three dove for Vergil in a maddened ferocity, decayed bodily fluids dripping everywhere.

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