Black Knight of SO
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Barlon nods.
“My grandfather told me what had been told by his grand father and on down our line. He told me that Zxu’ro had found something. A power or strength no human had achieved. He saw that it was necessary to reach for it, to seek it out, to secure humanity a peaceful existence. He journeyed to find that power, to obtain it and eventually teach it to his worthy successors.”
Black Knight of SO
Owner/Operator of SO’s Item/Weapon Shop
Claimer of the original Rumbles 2,000,000th post
CBR GM/DM
Ishtar cracked a smile.
"I am neither the one who trapped himself in a horn, for several millennia nor the one who does not understand that a loincloth that long will do nothing but get caught on things, and make you trip down stairs." The Oni responded.
"Though at the ... least, the sarcasm held up. Even if your wits departed long ago."
Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran
Arx Inosaan
Shingen's curiosity is piqued. "If you're the sole survivor, and the others couldn't hang with you, then the logical conclusion is that... AHHH...!" He points at Sasheem, slightly bent over in enthusiasm. "Hm, you are very promising indeed!"
With his face hidden behind the mask and face plate, Shingen can only look him directly in the eyes while Sasheem whispers back, "The game's afoot, I see. Hm!""You're damn right!" Sasheem nodded. "And if you don't believe Sasheem, than you could just ask the millions...and MILLIONS of his victims! They can give you a first hand account of how The Greater Annihilator goes about his business! Of course...lately, there's hasn't been much of a-"
"Oh, great. The cavalry," Sasheem yawned, glancing back at Shingen, whispering "Looks like we may have to fight, old timer. Nothing personal, just gotta keep up appearances..."
In no small part, due to that damn knife.
Shingen sizes up the situation, the foes coming at him, but continues to receive Sasheem's words. "I do not. But I've a... let's say, a friend... who I am sure would like to try."
The blasts hit Shingen right in the chest plate, square and dead center. He looks down at the smoke emanating from the slight burns, then looks at Sasheem. If one could smize, that would be it. Shingen rushes at Sasheem, grabbing the Majin's shoulder with great speed. But for a split second, taking advantage of both their speeds, Shingen turns his head slightly to make direct eye contact with Sashseem, and he merely winks, an acknowledgement of kindred spirits. This ruse, to make it appear that Shingen is tackling Sasheem, instead gently pushes him aside to instead rocket towards other targets.Sasheem quickly takes what appears to be the most sinister, malevolent looking 'card' in his life....Cool! "Sasheem thanks you Lord Shingen. He'll keep this card in mind. But for now, as Sasheem stated before..." the Majin stated, raising a hand and firing off some standard ki blasts at Shingen, knowing they'd do little to affect him.
Meanwhile, Zaofan's breathing has gotten heavier. The Wolf's Prowl wears off, and he's back to his usual speed -- if he could get to his feet, that is. "Th-the princess from... Terra. She and Wilheim are the biggest... deposit of blood energy that... he's looking for!"
"Ag-greed. Sh-show demons what... unicorns can... do...!""...Is that what I sound like when I introduce myself?" Held whispered to Zaofan, "I always thought it was good to give my full name, and I'm pretty proud of my heritage--And it's rude not to do a full introduction, I think...But hearing this guy go on.....I almost zoned him out."
No. It's fine. Held Debron of Nevada. Unicorn Clan. Short, to the point. Elegant. Not like that guys at all.
The Half-Shingen that Zaofan had been fighting takes advantage of Held's attention being focused on the Shingen speaking with Sasheem. He grabs Held's spear with one hand, and with the other he fires a three-hit punch combo across the face, chest, and gut. Still holding on to the spear, he tosses Held into a spiral, and slamming him into the wall. "Maybe a deathmatch is what I would want, eh? You're just as saturated in blood energy from the other world as Zaofan! Incredible! That is excellent! That means I can kill some of you to bathe in your energy, and keep others like you alive! There's no need to be greedy...!""Umm....Not to rudely interrupt." Held said wearily, his headache only compounding from his opponents verbosity, "But maybe we can talk about this? You seem to like talking, and I'm not particularly sure what it is you really want those two for...So I'd prefer not to have a deathmatch until I'm sure our aims are completely different....What do you want?"
Shingen draws out his Oni Sword, the sword with the tusk of a demon as its hilt, with a deceptively sharp blade, to match the mighty spear. "I'm famished, though. I feel like half the man I used to be. Time to fix that! CHOU NINPO! JIYADEN!" He stabs the sword downward to the Lookout's floor, and sends out a path of quakes, electricity, and smoke right at Held. He then follows with a spread of fireballs. "CHOU NINPO! DAI HINOTAMA!"
After Half-Shingen shoots his fireballs at Held, he is knocked to the side, off his feet but recovering by diving into a roll and getting into a crouch.
Zaofan barely manages to get up, drawing upon the inspirational strength of seeing Ishtar, then Held, and now Sarada herself join the battle. "Sarada!" he says meekly. "I would've invited you had I known...! The more the merrier!"
Just then, Sarada hears behind her, "I'll say!" Before she can turn around, she is ambushed from the back: "CHOU NINPO! HYAKURETSU KEN!" A hundred blows rain on her from behind, several aimed at pressure points meant for a human body.
The Half-Shingen is crouched to the side, the second Shingen -- Sasheem's Shingen -- withdraws his fist in satisfaction. "You there! With the tail! You must be among the strongest of Zaofan's friends, are you not? But you're strong in more ways than one! Respect."
With both Shingens' swords drawn, they begin circling Sarada, ready to engage and cut down front and back, when suddenly...
...one of the Shingens is slammed, flying sideways at painful speeds. The other Shingen left standing turns towards the attacker, and sees the source: none other than Ishtar with her threat:
"What?! HOW? How are you back?!" This Shingen momentarily drops his stance, torso snapping back just a bit with his shoulders tense and arms down, more in outrage than anything towards Ishtar. "And did you just call me 'Boy'? Who the hell do you think you are, youngblood? I come here looking for info, and this is the reception I get?" He points to his other half, trying to peel himself off the wall. "Get back here! You're embarrassing muh-- *""You will regret that, boy."
Just then, this Shingen is slammed in the chest, off his feet and to the same wall as his copy, courtesy of an Optic Blast. Anyone turning to see the source of the blast will see Zaofan standing weakly, legs and knees somewhat bent inward as he uses Bojack as a cane to bear his weight, as his eyes cackle with energy. "Shingen! You're a disgrace! A warrior bathed in death, coming after warriors of life! Coming after refugees! How DARE you!"
Both Shingens (Shingen-1, Shingen-2) stand up, adjust their armor, and dust themselves off. Then, with swords drawn, one goes after Ishtar and another after Sarada, both firing simultaneously their waves of energy from their swords, ignoring Zaofan, Held, and Sasheem altogether. In unison: "CHOU NINPO! SHIPUZAN!"
"Wha-wait - WAIT!" Toh Magoh's feet flap almost amusingly in the air, his desperate grip on Ochazuke's pull, all for naught considering the rather sizeable gap in power between the two of them. Toh Magoh naturally attempts the Shiyoken Four Arms technique, with two hands attempting to resist the pull while another two attempt to pummel Ochazuke to let go, all to no avail. If there was ever a better example of how truth overpowers lies, this would be it. " If he wasn't in the air, the fraud of the Neo Crane would get on his knees if he could. "Alright ALRIGHT! I'm no Crane! Bu-but Zaofan saved me! Honest! A-and I know Chahan!"
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Jack scratched his neck with a slightly ashamed look on his face. "I dug it up inbetween coming back from you-know-where and when Jagam showed up," he explained. "As to where I got it....let's just say I 'inherited' it and leave it at that."
He had inherited it. After his gang died, and after they'd stolen it from that armored car.
Jack inclined his head a bit and tapped the side of his head, "I'm sure we will, thank you very much for your assistance."
"Welp," Jack said, turning to Held, "Looks like that was enough!" He gestured from held to the limo, in the time honored 'after you' expression
Before Jack entered the limo, his mind processed something that the Droid had said, and he turned back to ask him one more thing. "You mentioned a few doors would be closed to us...since I certainly don't want to accidently go through those doors, would you mind telling me what kind of doors those might be?"
Like where you keep those wage slaves you were beating on earlier?
Zaofan floats there in disbelief, the sheer shock of watching suicide in front of him. "Wait, that... is that it? Ishtar, she's gone!"
Zaofan nods, somehow nodding louder than his words can manage. "Yes! I'm on it!" Activating the Wolf's Prowl, Zaofan's speed increases by a factor of 3 -- but now there must be more deliberation here; being able to cover ground more quickly is one thing, but lacking the ability to yell is frustrating. He expands his ki sense as best as possible. Still, even concern overrides logic at times. "Etrina...! Erosa...! Are you out *hack hack koff COUGH* Eh-Etri-NAAAAA!"
"Chrona...! I can't... I can't find them...! I can't... I can't..." The weakness of breath seems to emphasize Zaofan of the relative hopelessness of the situation, and indeed the possibility that Etrina and Erosa may have simply outright died on their own birthday. "Ishtar! Asha'rah! I can't find them!"
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Asha'rah smiled, enjoying listening to Ishtar's jibes. The oni's devotion to truth did not in any way blunt her tongue when she got in the mood. Leaning in to look Daben in the eye, Asha'rah's own gleamed with a mischief somehow both relaxed and poised, like a cat that has already caught its prey.
"Why, information of course. You will tell us everything you know about Sakin, the conspiracy you participated in, the names and locations of other members and their end goal."
A smirk and a short chuckle, sending wisps of smoky hair towards the ceiling. One would be wise to acknowledge the realities of the situation.
"Well, nearly everything. You might attempt to keep a portion for yourself, of course, an insurance plan in case you need to and are able to go into hiding again. But as we confirm what you tell us with our own eyes, your value to us alive will increase. It will be worth taking measures to protect you from reprisal. Why, your life might even get a little comfortable again. But if your information is of insufficient value to us, well, you are a traitor to both sides of the War in the Heavens and would be punished as such."
In truth, Asha'rah would have loved it very much on a base level if Daben gave them an excuse to end him. Being played for a fool by a conspiracy was one thing. But she had called upon legions of the heavenly host to rise up with her in a war for the fate of all things. So many had sacrificed themselves for her cause against hopeless odds, fighting a doomed war against an omnipotent child-god. And in such a time of great trial and calling, Daben and his ilk had sought to manipulate the whole struggle to frame both parties and gain power for themselves. She wanted to believe Sakin and all who followed the rogue angel had had some secret noble motive, some greater goal they hoped to accomplish. Part of her also wanted them all dead for what appeared on its face to be a betrayal of everything they were supposed to stand for. But killing Deban would do little by itself to bring the isolation of six universes to a close. So she smiled, and let the playful joy of a God of Creation take center stage.
"I invite you to show us why we should let you live, Lord Deban."
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Althena pauses for a moment saying " before you say anything I hasn't a blood thirsty warrior." " going on beating up people and fighting for the sake of fighting isn't the Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam way." " Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam in my native tongue means Way of the Peaceful Warrior." "it is a style meant for bettering oneself."
" I had practice the style ever since I was a kid." " I was thought it by my first mentor Sonia Luue." " she thought me how to protect myself and how to take care of my body." " by the time I met Doxal when he was still the Guardian of Qacriea I was already quite strong."
"when we first met he saw me wrestle a Vear but back then I could see that he knew I was only holding it down so I could remove the thing that was causing it so much pain." " a stone that was stuck in it's paw." " I even clean it's paw and bandage it so it wouldn't get infected." "when I became Doxal's Apprentice I still kept up my practice in Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam until I had achieve mastery of it."
" being the Toadian princess back than I was tore between being the Qacriea's next Guardian and being Toadian Kingdom's next Queen." " I choose to become a Queen because I not Doxal still had plenty of time left." " when I hit to go see him 2,000 years ago I was currently the Toadian Queen."
"I was going to ask him if he knew any way to solve my peoples rapid growing population problem." " to my surprise instead of meet Doxal at Gukraimano ." " I was met with Nya who claim to be a demon." " he frozen me and sent me to a planet far away from my on."
" so he could replace me with some naive being and convince them that were the Qacriea's newest Guardian. " " all for one big practical joke." " because of that so call demon I been wrongfully banded as the worst queen in history of the Toadian Kingdom." "Queen who abandoned her people and her kingdom when that isn't even the truth."
"well I have faith that my descendent Qaztoh will make a great Queen." " maybe I should teach her Mahtoesa Hetto no Hwe-Atkam ?" "still it's awful what my descendent told me this Zykona did to my people." " she told me that this Zykona had brainwashed them into worship her like she was some kind of all powerful goddess." " naturally I'm disgusted by this Zykona's actions."
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"That's because they're not here....Her Father took her home." Chrona bent forward and gave the cook a tap on his throat, bringing a strange sensation followed by relief from the damage. "Now quit your moaning....If you wanna save her, I got something that needs you and only you....but first you need a connection....So get digging."
Chrona motioned to the nearby rubble.
"Hey!" Before she could respond to Zaofan, she was suddenly... poked repeatedly in the back. It hurt, in the same way being poked really hard repeatedly should hurt. "Quit poking me, weirdo!"
Mercifully, he stopped before he reached her ticklish spot. "You're damn right I'm strong, and I'm here to help Zaofan beat your ass." Demon Guy and his twin brother circled around her, swords drawn in preparation of a two-on-one assault. Unfair, but not the most unfair odds she had ever faced. All she had to do was keep them in front of her and she would be fine. And it wasn't like she was going to be fighting by herself.
Case in point, Ishtar arrived, much to the Demon's indignation. After spouting off that indignation, he was planted in the same wall as his brother, courtesy of an oddly weak Zaofan. "Eh? Why can you barely stand, Zaofan? Tired already?"...one of the Shingens is slammed, flying sideways at painful speeds. The other Shingen left standing turns towards the attacker, and sees the source: none other than Ishtar with her threat:
"What?! HOW? How are you back?!" This Shingen momentarily drops his stance, torso snapping back just a bit with his shoulders tense and arms down, more in outrage than anything towards Ishtar. "And did you just call me 'Boy'? Who the hell do you think you are, youngblood? I come here looking for info, and this is the reception I get?" He points to his other half, trying to peel himself off the wall. "Get back here! You're embarrassing muh-- *"
Just then, this Shingen is slammed in the chest, off his feet and to the same wall as his copy, courtesy of an Optic Blast. Anyone turning to see the source of the blast will see Zaofan standing weakly, legs and knees somewhat bent inward as he uses Bojack as a cane to bear his weight, as his eyes cackle with energy. "Shingen! You're a disgrace! A warrior bathed in death, coming after warriors of life! Coming after refugees! How DARE you!"
Both Shingens (Shingen-1, Shingen-2) stand up, adjust their armor, and dust themselves off. Then, with swords drawn, one goes after Ishtar and another after Sarada, both firing simultaneously their waves of energy from their swords, ignoring Zaofan, Held, and Sasheem altogether. In unison: "CHOU NINPO! SHIPUZAN!"
No matter. She and Ishtar could more than handle these two clowns. Plus, there was Held and she believed she sensed Ochazuke nearby. "We got your back, Zao!"
The two Demon brothers charged her and Ishtar, firing off twin energy blasts after spouting off some nonsense. Sarada let loose a Roar of Defiance to deflect the energy blast, then charged to meet Shingan 1. She engaged him, activating Offensive Intuition to attack his blind spots that opened when he tried to attack her. She was wary of his sword, so she kept an eye on that.
"What's your deal? Why are you attacking the Lookout and my friends?!"
“Hey, blackmail it is then. Sakin is gone. Hiding and eating Kami. Not even the Grand Priest can find him. Stine, Hammer, who knows. Banefire is dead, most others are dead, Mead is trapped, Cancer and Trauma are on the Frost Demon homeworld, and that’s all you’re getting for now.”
Black Knight of SO
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"Well naturally, we wouldn't be able to allow you access to our vaults." The Droid said, nodding it's head "And there are a few 'behind the scenes' areas that are needed to be kept private to keep the heart of Space Vegas speaking so to speak. Collections, Security, Slav--Err, Customer and Patron communication areas, and so forth. Really, the sort of thing someone who came here on the same sort of quest as you and your friend would find tedious, I'm sure."
"Yo!" Held said, gesturing for their driver to open the limo trunk, which he did hastily, scurrying around as if anything but the utmost speed would result in offense. The trunk opened, and the Nevadian casually threw the bag of Zeni into the trunk. "I guess since you provided the room and board, I'll see just how far cold cash gets you in this town, eh?"
"Sir, our banks would be glad to accommodate yo--"
"After all, who doesn't enjoy the feeling of tossing Zeni here and there, am I right? Especially if you have it to burn, I thought I would throw my back out carrying that thing around. That won't be a problem, will it?"
"No....Sir..." The Droid said reluctantly, "We like to keep everything regulated by card to deter the undesirables from taking...Well, undesirable action, but strictly speaking, it's not against our policy."
"Sweet." Held said with a smile, reaching into his pocket near the driver. The driver flinched, bracing himself for impact.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, realizing the Nevadian had procured a zeni coin for the tired man, plopping it into his hand before patting him on the back, and entering the limo. If Held noticed the mans expression change from fear to gratitude, he didn't show any signs of it.
"...Uh......" A clearly confused Held could be heard from within the limo, for once at a loss for words. "....Hi?.....I-Is this part of the Imperial Package?"
"Jeez, Zao....I guess when you put it that way, I really do have to take this seriously." Held said with a sigh, pushing back the fatigue that plagued his body as a side effect of being a living being this day. "Bu--"
The Nevadian barely managed to keep down the various fluids that resided within his stomach as Shingen launched his furious assault at him, before launching into the wall with blistering speed, making it even more of a struggle for the Nevadian to maintain himself. He slumped against the wall, fractured from the force of the impact.The Half-Shingen that Zaofan had been fighting takes advantage of Held's attention being focused on the Shingen speaking with Sasheem. He grabs Held's spear with one hand, and with the other he fires a three-hit punch combo across the face, chest, and gut. Still holding on to the spear, he tosses Held into a spiral, and slamming him into the wall. "Maybe a deathmatch is what I would want, eh? You're just as saturated in blood energy from the other world as Zaofan! Incredible! That is excellent! That means I can kill some of you to bathe in your energy, and keep others like you alive! There's no need to be greedy...!"
...Damn...I got careless. Still...He seems like the real deal.
The Nevadians eyes widened and he grumbled something incoherently as the wave of destruction came barrelling towards him, bearing all manner of pain and suffering. From the look of the attack, The Demon Lord had thrown everything but the kitchen sink at the warrior.Shingen draws out his Oni Sword, the sword with the tusk of a demon as its hilt, with a deceptively sharp blade, to match the mighty spear. "I'm famished, though. I feel like half the man I used to be. Time to fix that! CHOU NINPO! JIYADEN!" He stabs the sword downward to the Lookout's floor, and sends out a path of quakes, electricity, and smoke right at Held. He then follows with a spread of fireballs. "CHOU NINPO! DAI HINOTAMA!"
Shaking out the cobwebs, Held rushed forwards to meet the attack, plunging his spear into the ground before him.
Piercing Horn Forest!
An eruption of Ki could be seen as all manner of energy constructs burst from the ground below like a shockwave, spiking and jutting around the Nevadian, varying in size and shape, at once meeting Shingens attack, and serving as a barrier to it, The Nevadian lunged backwards, landing on one branch, and then another, narrowly avoiding the blazing fireballs sent his way, wincing from the immense heat.
The Nevadian growled, his teeth grinding as he glared murderously at the days challenge.
This guy is starting to piss me off...
Shingan!
Held smirked to himself, the Shingens being so distracted by the Oni and Saiyan that they practically turned their backs to the rest of the warriors assembled.After Half-Shingen shoots his fireballs at Held, he is knocked to the side, off his feet but recovering by diving into a roll and getting into a crouch.
Zaofan barely manages to get up, drawing upon the inspirational strength of seeing Ishtar, then Held, and now Sarada herself join the battle. "Sarada!" he says meekly. "I would've invited you had I known...! The more the merrier!"
Just then, Sarada hears behind her, "I'll say!" Before she can turn around, she is ambushed from the back: "CHOU NINPO! HYAKURETSU KEN!" A hundred blows rain on her from behind, several aimed at pressure points meant for a human body.
The Half-Shingen is crouched to the side, the second Shingen -- Sasheem's Shingen -- withdraws his fist in satisfaction. "You there! With the tail! You must be among the strongest of Zaofan's friends, are you not? But you're strong in more ways than one! Respect."
With both Shingens' swords drawn, they begin circling Sarada, ready to engage and cut down front and back, when suddenly...
...one of the Shingens is slammed, flying sideways at painful speeds. The other Shingen left standing turns towards the attacker, and sees the source: none other than Ishtar with her threat:
"What?! HOW? How are you back?!" This Shingen momentarily drops his stance, torso snapping back just a bit with his shoulders tense and arms down, more in outrage than anything towards Ishtar. "And did you just call me 'Boy'? Who the hell do you think you are, youngblood? I come here looking for info, and this is the reception I get?" He points to his other half, trying to peel himself off the wall. "Get back here! You're embarrassing muh-- *"
Just then, this Shingen is slammed in the chest, off his feet and to the same wall as his copy, courtesy of an Optic Blast. Anyone turning to see the source of the blast will see Zaofan standing weakly, legs and knees somewhat bent inward as he uses Bojack as a cane to bear his weight, as his eyes cackle with energy. "Shingen! You're a disgrace! A warrior bathed in death, coming after warriors of life! Coming after refugees! How DARE you!"
Both Shingens (Shingen-1, Shingen-2) stand up, adjust their armor, and dust themselves off. Then, with swords drawn, one goes after Ishtar and another after Sarada, both firing simultaneously their waves of energy from their swords, ignoring Zaofan, Held, and Sasheem altogether. In unison: "CHOU NINPO! SHIPUZAN!"
Crouching slightly, the Nevadian jumped into the air, leaping several yards above the head of the Shingen targeting Ishtar, his spear pointed downwards, raw energy coursing through it.