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Post by shuntensatsu on Apr 23, 2008 3:03:57 GMT -5
Disgusting sounds of feeding could be heard. The tearing of flesh and the crackling of bones breaking. There in the darkness, Kuja was feeding on the corpse of another victim to satisfy his ravouness hunger. There he fed like a wild animal, continuously biting and gnawing at the fresh corpse. Tearing off limbs and eating everything, even the bone. Kuja's face and hands were covered in blood, which would drip off his body. Then Kuja stopped. His belly was full of flesh and his need to feed was gone for the time being. Kuja stood up and began walking away from the disgusting site of the unidentifiable half-eaten corpse. After the fight with the woman who sang her song of fear, Kuja hadn't been the same. The fear that had engulfed him caused him to withdraw within himself. Kuja was no longer Kuja, he was nothing more than an empty shell of his former sell, a true monster without reason; only primal instinct remained. In truth, Kuja did not need to eat, but he did anyway, something drove him to do so and something drove him to kill without reason.
A man walked out of the darkness into an alleyway and saw Kuja and then noticed the pile of flesh behind him. Kuja gave the man a unpleasant frown, bearing his canines as drool mixed with blood poured from his mouth onto the ground. The man had a frightful look on his face with mouth agape as though he was trying to scream, but couldn't. He shook with fear as Kuja slowly started to proceed toward him. The man started to back up and soon turned to run. He began screaming and crying in fear as he ran as fast as he could. As soon as he began to run, Kuja gave chase and caught up with the man. Kuja jumped on the side of a building and then pounced at the man as soon as he could. Kuja cocked back his left arm, which was the arm where his gauntlet was and descended down upon the man, ready to slash at his back.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Apr 23, 2008 4:05:19 GMT -5
It didn't seem to matter, either way. Fate would decide.
Suddenly a gunshot resounded throughout the alleyway, followed by a trickle of blood from Kuja's shoulder, where three bullets had entered at the base of his gauntleted arm. When he looked up to see who had shot him, all he could see was darkness. Then a man emerged from the shadows, pacing slowly and quite gradually confident, wearing a simular claw-fingered gauntlet on the arm hanging by his side covered in golden alloy that matched his armored toe-pointed boots. He wore a tattered crimson collared cloak that his his pale face, a simular colored headband to hold back his long, wild raven hair, and stared coldly at the Heartless before him with hard, ocher eyes. The rest of his body was covered in thick-overlapping black-strapped clothing, including his right hand that held the smoking tri-barrelled gun that had shot Kuja, decorated elaorately by three canine heads on each barrel. As if coming to life, the gun known as Cerberus roared again as muzzle flashes highlighted the second and third gunshots that were shot deliberatly at the monster leaving the man unarmed, as if Cerberus itself was a savage three-headed dog barking out in warning before leaping forward impossibly to follow up with bites that were far worse.
The man known as Vincent Valentine did not say a word; he let his actions speak for him, as the battle had already begun. Usually he did not involve himself with the affairs of others that could handle themselves, but innocents were another story. He briefly recalled in the back of his mind, as he stared the Heartless down the barrel of his faithful handgun, the time he had saved the lives of innocents on his way out of Kalm during the first raid of Deepground. The hound-like experimental Deepground units did not scare him in the least, and this was no different. Although he hadn't seen his advanced a Heartless in a human form before, allowing them to act like a monster and mutilate civilians was unquestionable. He had been able to curb his control into transmutate into wild demonic creatures himself, and knew all too well the difference between taking advantage of supernatual powers and loosing control to deep instincts. Either way, it was the responsibility of the monster, and outside influences were needed in order to prevent them from excessive violence. Whether they were in control or not.
He looked at the man before Kuja, wondering if Kuja would continue to take advantage of the situation and maul him despite the new threat of his presence, or attempt to negate his actions as the competition in order to devour it's meal. Whatever the case, Vincent knew the man would not let a chance of escape go by. Unless he was paralysed with fear. He had already shot at the Heartless three times to ward him off, to distract him. If the man did not flee, there was nothing he could do about it in that situation.
Fate would decide...
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Post by shuntensatsu on Apr 24, 2008 3:13:06 GMT -5
The first three bullets simply ricochetted of Kuja's gauntlet which engulfed his entire left arm, shoulder and left side of his upper chest. The blood that dripped onto the ground was simply from the victim that he just got done devouring and made it seem as though the bullets had some effect when in reality they had none. The bullets which threw Kuja off guard caused him to shift his attention away from the man as he was more concerned on the surrounding danger. Kuja looked left and then right, trying to find the source of this new threat. A man walked out of the shadows who he had not seen before, although Kuja would not be able to recognize anybody anyhow as he was not himself. Two more shots fired at Kuja, both which penetrated the right side of his chest. The force from each bullet caused Kuja to step back. Kuja looked down at his chest and watched the blood flow out, he snarled and then looked back up at Vincent with the intent to kill burning in his eyes. Kuja began to pant heavily and at a very fast pace as his pupils began to disappear, the nerves throughout Kuja's entire body began to bulge, creating a branching, veinous network of ridges on his skin which looked similar to swollen blood vessels. This was a sign of Kuja special ability called Nerves of Insanity, this ability causes Kuja to become super sensitive to everything around him. In this state, Kuja's senses, speed, and reaction time are dramatically increased, enabling him to immediately react to attacks before they're performed.
Kuja clenched his right fist tightly, his nails dug into his skin and his hand began to bleed. His body was hunched over and his arms were hanging at his side, his muscles slowly expanded becoming more define. Kuja was bearing his canines in an unpleasant frown, it was already confirmed that Kuja would not simply walk away, how could he? His thoughts were strung about his true self was elsewhere and he had no concern for his well being anymore. Kuja continued to stare down the man for a few moments and then without warning, he vanished into thin air; his movements untraceable by the human eye. He appeared in front of Vincent very low to the ground, almost completely out of site. He swung his gauntlet upward in attempts to cut Vincent from his upper left leg all the way up to the right side of his chest. Kuja was certainly a dangerous foe and those who took him lightly would find themselves at the mercy of his power.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Apr 24, 2008 11:17:55 GMT -5
Vincent did not react in any way to the first bullet ricochetting; hesitance meant death. Instead he kept firing as the Heartless man did something out of the ordinary; he watched cautiously as his veins bulged out from his body at an alarming rate. Either this Heartless was getting angry, or it was powering up. Vincent didn't leave room for guesswork between either one, assuming the latter, as the Heartless suddenly disappeared.
He looked around him obserantly, knowing Heartless were unlikely to shirk back into shadow after being attacked, his amber eyes scanning across the darkened alleyway. "Leave. Now." he said in a deep, authorative tone to the man Kuja had been about to maul, not looking away from the darkness. Whether the man had heeded his words were irrelivant at that moment in time, as the monster of a man re-emerged from the shadows beneath him.
The Heartless wasn't the only one with heightened senses; Vincent had them too, and while he couldn't hear Kuja moving towards him, he had barely caught a glimpse of him and smelt him coming before he came up and struck his mark. Most of his mark anyway, as Vincent had been stepping backwards at the time in retaliation, Kuja's claws catching his flesh at the upper left hip and finishing a shallow gash just before his right shoulder. In retaliation he fired Cerberus point-blank, and as the Destroyer's raised arm was momentarily shielding his head, he shot several times into his chest as he backed away.
This was a vastly different Heartless than any he had met, but Vincent was only just beginning. Within him the Chaos demon roared in fury, satisfied it had found a worthy opponent at last - he was not going to go down easily until the last of his life energy had been spent. If he cared long enough to keep interest in the battle and not sink back into the shadows from whence he came first.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on May 27, 2008 3:55:25 GMT -5
End thread
((This thread has ended due to Kuja's player being inactive and having missed the Activity check.))
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