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Post by gslayer on Dec 2, 2010 8:30:44 GMT -5
It was quiet, the sun was shining down on a man that was laying on the dock. His body battered after countless of battles he had gone through since his arrival. The man, a Copy of Genesis Rhapsodos who once was a 2nd Class SOLDIER, was slowly getting back to consciousness. He had only recently fought there. As it came up into a sitting position and looked around for his oversized weapon, he saw it laying a bit further on the dock.
The Copy had been stuck on the island before, and now he was back. While his emotions mostly were suppressed due to his current status as a Copy, he did feel some annoyance. Slowly he came back onto his feet as he remembered fighting a man who had blinded him with his shirt. There had been many people fighting that time and now the place seemed rather peaceful again.
Slowly the G Slayer moved to his large gunblade, moving rather drunkenly and out of balance due to not wielding his blade. He had been with the thing for so long that he had lost his point of balance without wielding it. Slowly a memory came to mind about Shin-Ra. The Turks, he had found words spoken, were a part of it. The Copy tried to keep his focus on his mission. To destroy the headquarters of Shin-Ra in Midgar. He had yet to find his way back there.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Dec 21, 2010 17:02:50 GMT -5
Perhaps she was biased. But, Helen of the Turks had come to a conclusion.
Beaches were the earthbound equivalent of Hell.
Being thick-blooded and having grown up in an icy wonderland, heat was something Helen had never been fond of. Sand was something that could be used as a torture instrument for anyone wearing long pants, and the forceful winds that pull along ocean waves also pull at hair.
So there you have it. Helen was in her own personal hell.
She had given up entirely on keeping her hair manageable, as the humid winds had formed something of a giant knot similar to what could be created with a dozen brambles. Dry sand was slowly filling her shoes and was chafing at her ankles where it had been caught in the leg of her pants, and she was almost positive she was sweating enough to fill a litre jug.
How much worse could it get?
The Turk sighed as a short dock came into view. Maybe she could borrow a boat and try to find a way off this island. she even saw someone standing near it's edge.
"Excuse me!! Sir!"
It's worth a shot, right?
[OOC: Soooooooooooo sorry this took so long. I kid you not, this took seven tries because either my computer would die or the page would refresh itself, haha]
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Post by gslayer on Jan 17, 2011 15:07:10 GMT -5
[OOC: I totally forgot this thread. I'm so, so, so, so, so sorryyyyyyyyyy!!! @_@;; Let's hope we can get this under way?]
The Copy lifted up the Gunblade and stared out over the sea. There was nothing but water in that direction, in his head the Copy saw memories, of his many travels. Travels that made little sense, there was some feeling he had since the very beginning. That there was something wrong. Also when he had met Genesis, there was simply something wrong. Things seemed to be changing, even for the Genesis Copy.
Slowly the memories were placed in an order in his chaotic mind. As he seemed to regain some self-control, but that fell apart immediately when a voice broke through his thoughts. He shifted slowly his head from the sea to the direction of the sound and saw there a woman. The Copy moved his leg to face the woman as there seemed something off of her. Then a memory flashed in his mind. His meeting with Rude and Kadaj came to mind, while he didn't knew their names, there was something he compared.
The clothing of Rude was similar to the woman's. Then his mind became a mess, unsure whether this was real or not. Slowly the Copy opened his mouth, in a bit of a grunt and from a very dry throat came the word: "Sh...n-Ra," it was said not very strong nor loud, but he repeated himself once more, this time clearer: "Shin-Ra..." This was done with actually a bit of a mind behind it, but the Copy started to move, as if ready to attack as he dragged his gunblade further to the front.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jan 18, 2011 18:27:59 GMT -5
"Sh...n Ra...."
Helen felt her face twist up in confusion.
"Excuse me?" The man's voice was rough and animalistic, almost primitive from disuse. He repeated himself as he took in her appearance, in that same voice.
"Shin-Ra."
"Uh... The Turk paused as the oh-so painfully familiar man straightened up Yeah... I'm with ShinRa. Is that a problem?"
For a moment, she watched the man straighten himself like he was elderly. "Oh, by the way, do you know how to get to the.... Uh... Is there a problem sir?"
She stopped in her hesitant approach and stood confused for a moment as the painfully familiar man began to move into an offensive position.
"You do know I'm not here to..." Recognition flickered across her expression. Genesis Rhapsodos, Soldier first class? You're supposed to be dead!"
[OOC: Don' worry about it! Seriously! I understand ^^]
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Post by gslayer on Jan 20, 2011 11:27:05 GMT -5
The G Slayer heard the woman reply, acknowledging who she was. Shin-Ra, that was the word that filled his mind for a moment, fully concentrated on that single word. A word he had been told to destroy, but it was the large building he was sent to, not a lone woman. Yet in his travels, he somehow he started to gain a bit of knowledge, he needed to find a lead. One that would lead him to his mission. A full look at the woman, a memory he attempted to print in his mind, attempted to burn there for use.
A step forward as the woman continued to attempt asking him something, but cut it as she had stopped approaching him. A question was asked before he heard recognition. The words did nothing to him, except that he heard the words, the name, of someone he knew. The man he followed, Genesis.
In a quick movement, the Copy launched his free hand forward and used Fira. From his hand he released two fire projectiles at Helen before he moved his feet forward. The gunblade moved with him the moment the G Slayer passed the point his arm would no longer be long enough to keep the large gunblade still.
With a large pull the gunblade went up. And as soon as it went up and the G Slayer moved towards Helen, he stopped. There the gunblade came down, aiming for the woman's head, to cleave it in two. "... Die..."
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Jan 30, 2011 12:59:24 GMT -5
Genesis.. this wasn't Genesis. This man, whoever he was, had to be something lesser- a clone, or something incapable of full human speech. for a moment she felt absolutely no worry that this man intended to fight with her. He appeared to be wounded, and his movements up until then had been sluggish.
And then he cast two fira spells and she was forced to move to the side in order not to be struck. Her arm was burnt slightly and her sleeve was beginning to smoke.
She wasn't worried. So he knew magic. No big deal, right? He couldn't possibly be able to properly use that gunblade as a sword, and he wasn't very fast. She took a quick second to cover and suffocate the bit of flame that had caught on her sleeve, before glancing up to see the man's arm extended and the blade pointed up and slightly behind him. The Turk realized what she situation had become and wasted no time leaping back as the copy suddenly brought his arm down with an uttered "Die".
"I see how it is. You wanna fight me because I'm Shin-Ra." She noticed, with both dismay and mild happiness that her blazer had been split open straight down the front middle. In a fluid motion she pulled it off and dropped it onto the sand.
"Go for it, then.
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Post by gslayer on Feb 17, 2011 4:21:46 GMT -5
The G Slayer looked down at the sand for a moment where his gunblade had slammed into. The blazer was laying just within his field of eyesight as well in the position he held his head. The Copy's head was trying to make some sense of things. As if trying to work a way between murdering Helen and trying to find a way to Shin-Ra. "Shin...Ra..." He said slow and dry again as he pulled up his gunblade. "... To... Shin-Ra..." The words were perhaps attempted as the Copy set two feet forward, then halted again as he now stared blank at Helen.
Almost as if in pain, the former SOLDIER again moved forward, but this time much faster and while it would never be expected from a man looking as ruined as the G Slayer with a blade as large and massive as his gunblade, the Genesis Copy moved with great speed as he proceeded to launch his Combo Attack. First attempted a vertical slash at the woman's torso, then a horizontal one at the Turk's head and the final slash at the legs in an attempt to either remove both legs or cripple her into being unable to use them again. As finishing move he set his gunblade at her torso, launching a shell as he shot his gun to blow her body to pieces.
If all this would hit, his attempts to gain directions and such would pretty much be in vain, but currently the G Slayer no longer cared. Or actually did not think of it anymore as he attempted to see the Turk's body spread over the beach.
Cooldowns
Fira: One post.
Combo Attack: No cooldown.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Feb 27, 2011 15:54:11 GMT -5
The man kept his eyes on the ground where his weapon had struck the sand. "Shin... Ra... To... Shin-Ra..." he rasped, taking a few steps forward and then looking at her blankly.
"To ShinRa? You looking for the base or something?"
The... Genesis copy took another few staggering steps forward, and Helen was taken off-guard as he became suddenly fast. He seemed to be defying the limits of his body as he directed three attacks at various vital points on her body.
"What's your issue?!"
She staggered back and narrowly missed the first two of his strikes and felt the third catch the outer side of her left leg, and a sharp crackling noise as her fibula fractured. The Turk yelped sharply as she felt her ankle roll and she fell back into the sand. With an almost fluid motion, the copy leveled his weapon at her chest.
"Can't we, like, talk this over or something?!"
Obviously not. The man pulled the trigger and she cursed colourfully as she rolled aside. Sand sprayed onto her cheek as the shell struck the ground beside her.
"I'll... take that as a no."
With that, Helen cast Fire at the Copy.
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Post by gslayer on Mar 14, 2011 13:21:46 GMT -5
[OOC: Since this plot got a bit changed, I've changed my plot-thread timeline a bit to make this thread come before the New Year Tournament threads. :3 If you've read, you'll have seen he's possessed, so here he'll get kidnapped for the plot. xDDD] The woman kept on talking, but the G Slayer was no longer making even the tiniest bits of sense of the words. He completely ignored it all as he attacked without caring who or what she was. His attacks, however, weren't striking that well, except for the last one, but she dodged the bullet. After this, another sentence was spoken before she finally attacked back, the Copy jumped aside to dodge the fire. There he got into a shadow, as if something was blocking the sun above him. Before he could act, his face was pressed into the sand by a heavy hit from above. It was like a building was tossed on top of him, or that the Omega Weapon had stepped on him again. He couldn't see whichever it was, but could feel the ground around him being pulled as if he was lifted up with a patch of sand. Unknown to him, a large Heartless had appeared and grabbed him. The Fire spell that Helen had sent at the G Slayer had hit the emerging Heartless instead, but the creature didn't even flinch as he picked up the Genesis Copy. Where the G Slayer was mere moments ago, was now a gaping hole in the ground that was slowly filling up by the sand around it. The Heartless didn't give any more attention to Helen as a Corridor opened again and the Heartless left with the Copy. The Corridor closed immediately after him. [ The G Slayer left the thread.]
HeartlessThe large Heartless is this Heartless: Click!He's a very fast Heartless, so he grabbed the G Slayer in a single movement very fast. Then left almost immediately through a Corridor again before anyone can react. xD Just saying. Hope this is fine and we can end the thread. Just react to what just happened and say the thread ended, then I'll PM to have the thread moved. ^^ Thanks for the thread! Was really nice and worked well with my plot. |
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Mar 15, 2011 0:58:10 GMT -5
As if the scene wasn’t bad enough already, her fire spell missed the Copy entirely. Or, rather, he dodged.
And then some divine being smiled down at her. Somehow... He had stepped right into the grasp of a giant black.... thing. It crushed him down into the sand and then lifted him effortlessly. The Fire spell struck it directly and it didn’t even blink. A jolt of fear laced with adrenalin shot through her body as she scrambled back away from the creature, but it paid her no attention and vanished with the Genesis lookalike.
There was nothing left of either of their presences except for a few discarded shells and a gaping crater in the sand.
Helen found that only one thing could be said to describe how she felt about the situation.
“What... the Hell just happened?”
End~
[xD I wanted to have her say something else... but... It wasn't exactly pg-13. This was most certainly amusing, though. Thank YOU for da thread, and I'm glad it filled a hole in your plot ^^]
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