Kukulcan
NPC
God was a giant blood-thirsty sky snake.
Posts: 8
Full Name: Kukulcan
Species: Deity
Gender: Undefined
Homeworld: The Dream World
Height: Undefined
Weight: Undefined
OOC Name: The Staff
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Post by Kukulcan on Mar 23, 2014 20:40:41 GMT
Your characters awake in small, dark cells. At the front of the cell there appears to be a grate that allows them to look out onto the sandy arena. At the center of the arena three weapon racks stand with various weapons.
Above the arena, floating in the sky, is Kukulcan himself. He appears as a serpent so massive, his many thick coils are actually blocking out the cloudy, evening sky. These coils are constantly rolling over each other, almost like he is swimming. There are no visible wings on the snake, but the lack of wings obviously isn’t keeping him from flying. Around his head and down his spine is a cascade of colorful plumes and vibrant feathers, colored red, blue, green, and yellow. The rest of his shiny scales are a glistening emerald green.
“Fight and live,” said the towering feathered serpent to the combatants. “Or don’t, and die anyway.”
The gate at the front of the cell slides upwards, allowing the combatants into the arena.
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Zxenleous
Accepted Character
Her personality is so rock hard she could throw it at your face and it would hurt. Like a lot. :D
Posts: 8
Full Name: Zxeneilio'phualeous Kalimanca Exdreeken
Species: Esskeilo
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Ensoniaze
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 312 lbs
OOC Name: Silverss
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Post by Zxenleous on Mar 26, 2014 0:55:24 GMT
OOC: lol look at me I suck saying im gonna post and then going another day or so without posting but anyway I'll be more on time I swear, providing no more weird emergencies pop up.
For the second time in a few short days, Zxenleous awoke quickly. Slightly less surprised this time, she quickly surveyed her surroundings. Confined, totally confined. Well, at least there was a grate she could see out of on one side of the cell. What a view it was.
Outside of her cramped space, there appeared to be an arena of some sort. Yes, that's what it was, an arena. Not hard to figure out, seeing as there were dozens upon dozens of weapons in the center of the fighting field. Her eyes honed in on the spears sitting among the other weapons. None of the others held her interest, as most of them seemed strange and alien to her. (A floppy sword? What kind of weapon was that?)
From the weapons, her gaze moved upwards, her eyes filling with the sight of the giant snake. He was so colorful and bright that it was almost difficult to keep her sensitive eyes on him. Then again, it was difficult not to look at him as his body filled the entirety of the air above the arena, not a wisp of blue sky to be seen. Then, it spoke. "Fight and live, or don't, and die anyway."
Finally, something she was familiar with. "Here we go," she thought as the gates slid up and she bounded out of her cell, her senses hyper-aware of everything around her. Especially her opponent. He was...odd, to say the least. But she wasn't here to judge his appearance (At least, she THOUGHT the figure before her a 'he'), she was here to fight him. And fight him she would, with every ounce of strength she had in her body, with every breath she breathed. She would fight not for a purpose as she had for so long, but as someone who fought out of fear. Fear of death.
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47
Accepted Character
Posts: 9
Full Name: "47" (real name classified)
Species: Demon (type classified)
Gender: Undisclosed
Homeworld: Earth, 36?? (Demonheart)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 222 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by 47 on Mar 26, 2014 20:31:29 GMT
Yet again, 47 found themselves sprawled across a cold, hard surface with no idea how they got there. They had a hunch though. This time, instead in the middle of a road, they were in a cell. They were probably going to be tortured. Their stomach churned like butter, but whatever it might have produced certainly wouldn’t have been that. In fact, it wasn’t but a few seconds later that they literally vomited across the stone flooring, dripping down the grille of his mask, some even collecting in his beak. All they ate recently was a quart of blood and candy (lots of candy), so it lay in a puddle like the aftermath of a gorey piñata. They weren’t concussed anymore, but the creeping anxiety of the torture they were sure they’d face forced the disgusting mixture out of their belly. They were an assassin; It was only a matter of time before this very real risk that came along with the job was finally realizes. They looked out of the cell, past the grille of the gate to see a set of weapons lining a wooden rack. That must have been their arsenal with which they were going to beat the everliving truth of out them with. 47 gulped. It was inevitable, so they braced for it. They wondered who their captors were. After all, they had so many enemies.
They sat there and pondered 'til they heard the gate squeal open. 47 lifted their head, perplexed. They walked forward once the gate lifted complete, tentatively stepping foot in the sand. They looked around, and the torture room looked a lot more like a Coliseum than their first guess. They narrowed their eyes, attempting to take everything in visually, It wasn’t a very effective way of analyzing their surroundings, but when they wretched their head towards the sky, there was no question in what that was.
“Wow…”
It was a demon. A feathered serpent. A kukulkan. Like many great demons, he masqueraded as a god of ancient times (47 believed he went by Qugumatz or Quetzacoatl during those times, but they weren't sure), leading humans to commit sins against their fellow man. However in this past millennium, he could present himself in truth: an Archdemon. He claimed Central America and parts of South America. He was very powerful, and 47 never seen him in person. Nor could they hope to. Archdemons were rarely seen in public. They always had their descendants do their dirty work and even the more glamorous aspects of being demonic royalty.
Not that they had to worry about assassins like 47. They were good, but to believe they could ‘kill’ an Archdemon was pure naiveté. The Great Kukulkan was right there, but there was neither a psychopomp or a Luciferian or even other assassins there to help them undertake such an impossible task.
They knew why they were there. They were there to be punished for the kidnapping of their princess. It must have been for the Princess Saphara. In their gut, in their mind, they knew it was trouble, but in their heart, it was trouble they were willing to endure for her.
47 wasn’t afraid anymore. In fact, they even smiled upon the demand. Torture gave you no chance to fight back, but the Great Kukulkan offered them the option to live. 47 didn’t take it as a death sentence, but an opportunity. Though it wasn’t an opportunity to fight the Archdemon himself, it was an opportunity none-the-less. They would fight his opponent, because you couldn’t fight an Archdemon, even as an assassin who specializes in the slaying of demons (though they knew their own capabilities). They might as well go with it! Hell, they might even win something out of it. Perhaps they’d earn the adoration of Saphara, though they still doubt he would ever allow a non-kukulkan court her.
“Alright, Qugumatz or whatever your name is! I’ll bring you their heart on the silver platter of the moon!”
Sure, bloodsport was a little cruel, but what can you expect from a Quetzacoatl himself anyways? 47 certainly didn’t mind a little blood. They ambled forward, deftly picking the Desert Eagle 50 cal from the rack. Their own was broken, so this served a perfect replacement. They could supplement their own weapons from there.
They could see their opponent was a demon of some sort, and one of high demonic influence (only they were capable of showing their demonhood in their physical appearances and abilities), but they couldn’t interpret what kind. Perhaps they were a mutt. They looked like a combination of several demons. Judging by their feathers, she might have been a royal mutt herself. Maybe a bastard daughter of one of the greater kukulkans. It made sense. She had to earn her stripes and prove her worth as a loyal daughter by killing one of their foes and a member of the society they stole away one of her sisters.
No hard feelings, but 47 had to do what they did their entire lives: Kill greater demons and their royalty.
“Hi, sorry we have to meet on such terrible terms! I'll make it quick!” 47 greeted, aiming the gun directly at her and firing it.
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Zxenleous
Accepted Character
Her personality is so rock hard she could throw it at your face and it would hurt. Like a lot. :D
Posts: 8
Full Name: Zxeneilio'phualeous Kalimanca Exdreeken
Species: Esskeilo
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Ensoniaze
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 312 lbs
OOC Name: Silverss
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Post by Zxenleous on Mar 28, 2014 2:17:19 GMT
As she stood, body at the ready, she noted that her opponent was a hair more tentative at entering the arena. As he took his time stepping out of his cell and staring at all the weapons and the snake in the sky, she took the opportunity of his distraction to grab herself the spears in the middle of the arena. It would perhaps be better to use her own spears, though she had no way of knowing whether or not she'd get the spears back afterwards. The ones in her hands now looked sharp enough, more than enough to do damage to this sharply-faced oddity.
He just appeared to get stranger and stranger by the moment, yelling his promise to pull out her heart and serve it to the beast on a silver platter. Yea, sure. As if. Not only did she have a full foot of height on him, but she would also put money on the fact that she was faster and more aware as well. All the cloths and the mask could only hurt his perception of the environment, though there was the very real possibility that he was hiding a weapon or 3 under his layers of cloths.
She watched him carefully as he walked towards the pile of weapons, picking out one of the shiny pieces of metal. She returned his gaze levelly as he scrutinized her. (Well, as much of a gaze as she could see.) Zxenleous watched his every move, her eyes constantly flicking back to the metal thing he held in his hand.
He mumbled something to her. She couldn't tell what he said though it sounded bright. "NO" she growled back, partly out of instinct, partly out of fear. Then, he fired. The only thing that saved her from having her face blown off was the fact that she flinched massively when the gun went off.
It was fighting time. The creature threw herself to the side of the arena, hurling a spear with every fibre of her muscle, aiming for where she thought is heart would be. The challenge here would be keeping herself away from the bullets of his gun. Scuttling across the floor on all fours, she used a bit of wind to whip up some sand from the floor of the battlefield, decreasing the masked man's visibility.
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47
Accepted Character
Posts: 9
Full Name: "47" (real name classified)
Species: Demon (type classified)
Gender: Undisclosed
Homeworld: Earth, 36?? (Demonheart)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 222 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by 47 on Mar 29, 2014 15:19:19 GMT
“Oh, but yes!” they replied with glee. The powerful gun rocked in their hand like a raging beast on a chain. They was strong enough to control it, but it still packed quite a punch. Unfortunately, the female demon dodge it and fled to the other side of the arena.
She flung a spear at them. A spear? How archaic! It wasn’t difficult for them to sidestep and simply ‘whoosh’ it away from them with their abilities in wind manipulation. All they had to do was tip the clumsy thing in the front, and its path would be diverted. There was so much room on the piece for leverage too.
She also seemed to possess some form of wind manipulation to stir the sand into a flurry. Of course, she had wind manipulation-- she was half feather serpent demon and something else. 47 supposed this was to blind them, but they were already pretty blind to begin with. So they laughed. It caused a little noise pollution, but that was about it. Several billion little grains of sand running over each other was slightly bothersome, but they luckily very fine grains of sand. The sand couldn’t even get in their eyes to cause irritation because their mask had goggles (it could maybe infiltrate the grate on the breathing hole, but at most it would collect and stick to the inside of the beak). They thought of taking the entire mask off before though. It still reeked of gastric juice, old candy, and even older blood. They had to scrap that idea to weather the temporary sandstorm.
“Look, it’s really not that bad in Hell! Trust me, I work with several psychopomps who visit there on a regular basis!” 47 exclaimed as they ambled forward. They took a leisurely stroll though the sand until they could hear the sound of her heavy breathing close by. They then tore a hole in the gust of sand concealing her. Knowing she would sprint away as soon as she saw them, they prepared for a chase.
“Found you!” 47 aimed the gun at her once again and pulled the trigger. She was close enough to tackle, but they didn't want to get too 'physical' with her. While he preferred close combat, she didn't deserve that. Yet.
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Zxenleous
Accepted Character
Her personality is so rock hard she could throw it at your face and it would hurt. Like a lot. :D
Posts: 8
Full Name: Zxeneilio'phualeous Kalimanca Exdreeken
Species: Esskeilo
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Ensoniaze
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 312 lbs
OOC Name: Silverss
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Post by Zxenleous on Apr 1, 2014 1:22:03 GMT
Well. This...man...thing...was certainly being annoying. Clearly her spears weren't going to do much good, as apparently he could somehow move them away from himself. Perhaps he had wind powers as well. Either way, she'd have to find a different tactic to take care of this menace. Perhaps she could steal the weapon in his hand, the one that shot fast pieces of metal. Here he was again, moving through her self-made sandstorm, brightly exclaiming some nonsense or another about hell and 'visiting there on a regular basis'. Well that wasn't very surprising at all. He certainly LOOKED the part. She had no more time to formulate rude thoughts as he had found her. She jumped, partly out of surprise and partly out of fear. He shot again, this time grazing a slight trail in her feathers. The pain was minimal and easily ignored due to the adrenaline pumping through her system. A plan, a plan, she needed a plan. Well, plan A would be trying to steal the metal thing from his hands. On the other hand, she could also just try to evade him 'till he ran out of small pieces of metal. If she could run out of spears than he could and would eventually run out of ammo as well. But if she did that, then she wouldn't have the advantage of his weapon. Well, until she found an ample opportunity to steal it, she'd continue running away. Perhaps she could even use her wind powers to move the projectiles away. In the meantime, evasion is key.
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47
Accepted Character
Posts: 9
Full Name: "47" (real name classified)
Species: Demon (type classified)
Gender: Undisclosed
Homeworld: Earth, 36?? (Demonheart)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 222 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by 47 on Apr 2, 2014 18:58:37 GMT
She was the dodgy sort. It was probably her default mode, since she had no real reason to sneak around them. She looked like she had the advantage in both height and demonic capacity. She just happened to be faster too. It wasn't that 47 was slow, but for such a clumsy-looking creature with her frivolous plumes/spines/fur/hair/membranes and an overall awkward physiology, their opponent was very quick on her feet. Laws of physics didn't apply to demons, so it should have been of no surprise.
Her tactics reminded them of their best friend. Running, eluding, misdirecting-- the only thing she didn't do was attempt to steal the weapon from their hand, but even from their experience they came to expect that as their next move. They took an educated guess she would formulate a similar plan of evasion otherwise.
Maybe all that time goofing around and horseplaying would pay off. They could only assume certain things about their opponent, but the association was so strong in their mind they decided it was at least worth a go. Dodgy sorts tended to be 'sensitive', because they were often thieves, spies, or assassins, much like themselves. Such delicate work required delicate senses. They coughed, clearing out the remainder of vomit from their throat. This was going to look like such a bitch move whether or not it had an effect, but they hoped it would anyways. If it worked for Eris, maybe it would work for her too. Besides, they wanted an excuse to remove that mask besides THE INSIDE OF THIS SMELLS LIKE TERRIBLE.
He fired off one more shot in her direction. It would be nice if it hit, though it's intent was to scare her off in the other direction. While they undid their headgear, it left them open to attack. However, 47 didn't seem very concerned. They too were pretty confident in their ability.
((OOC: This needs to be edited but the principal idea is here. Trying to stay within the time limit!))
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Zxenleous
Accepted Character
Her personality is so rock hard she could throw it at your face and it would hurt. Like a lot. :D
Posts: 8
Full Name: Zxeneilio'phualeous Kalimanca Exdreeken
Species: Esskeilo
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Ensoniaze
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 312 lbs
OOC Name: Silverss
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Post by Zxenleous on Apr 7, 2014 0:15:50 GMT
Though her opponent was following her closely, it didn't seem as though he was very engaged in the chase. Perhaps he was formulating a plan, himself. Well, whatever it was, she would be ready for it. She herself kept glancing at the walls of the place, scoping out handholds and footholds in hopes that she could at least float a short way above the arena, given the snake didn't strike her down for doing so.
It was all beginning to overwhelm her. For a moment she broke through the adrenaline haze that fueled her body, and her fear overwhelmed her. She registered the slight tug and the 'fssst' noise of a few quills popping of her back and flying towards her adversary. Most likely he would deflect them, but at least her stress reactions were good for something.
Another gunshot, another flinch. Except this time instead of going to the left or right of the bullet, she went OVER it. Managing to find a lucky foothold on the edge of the arena, she took a leap with all her might and managed to get into the air, floating to the opposite edge of the arena. Glancing at her opponent, he seemed to be...messing with his mask? Whatever, he was distracted. Hurling another spear in his direction.
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47
Accepted Character
Posts: 9
Full Name: "47" (real name classified)
Species: Demon (type classified)
Gender: Undisclosed
Homeworld: Earth, 36?? (Demonheart)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 222 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by 47 on Apr 8, 2014 23:01:11 GMT
While 47 knew a volley of quills was speeding their way, they couldn't dodge them all while preoccupied. One hit their elbow. They grunted, taking one of the quills alongside their forearm while it was raised to the beak of their mask. The barbed projectile didn't embed itself itself in their skin, but it glanced off bone, taking thin, ragged strips of flesh with it in a gash the length of their entire forearm. They shrugged it off and focused on the task at hand.
Just as 47 removed their mask, they noticed another attack: their opponent withdrew another spear and prepared to throw it at them. Instead of dodging the spear darting towards them, 47 deflected it with their mask. The spearhead clashed against the metallic surface, clinking as they both collided mid-air and fell to the sandy earth.
Now he stood there, maskless. Rene Ximerev wasn’t Assassin 47 anymore. Not without his mask. He was just... Rene: A tall, skinny, and very awkward albino demon of chiropteran origins, spawned in the gullet of Eastern Europe. His hair was silvery white, and his skin was nearly just as pale (and covered in scars, but most were hidden under the clothes). He had a gaunt face with a long scar, a beak-like nose, a harsh jawline, and thin lips framing a toothy, fangy smile. His eyes were a pallid, almost transparent green—it was a good thing is was night. That was his element, but most importantly, he couldn’t tolerate sunlight with his unpigmented, trogloxene sight.
But even if he wasn’t another faceless member of the CROW assassins now, he had every strand of experience etched in his muscles and every bit of knowledge carved in his mind.
However, he didn’t need any of that. He just had to bring her to her knees.
“I hate to do this to you, but I might have to now,” Rene warned, wagging his finger at her. He sighed. “But first!”
He cleared his throat with a few coughs, then let out an ear-shattering shriek. Literally. It penetrated sound barriers at 180+ decibels and frequencies of above 20,000 Hz. It was almost unheard, but it was definitely present. It even hurt him to hear his own screech reverberating throughout his vestibular system and echoing in his ear drums. In fact, he held his hands to his ears before he even belted it out. But it still pained him. It hurt him so much it distracted him from the bloody wound on his arm.
He could only imagine what it would do to her.
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