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Battle of the forgotten
By: Oen Date: February 12, 2016, 11:32 am
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A single man stood in the middle of a burning village, the
flames licking the night sky, a small mob of people around him
pointing spears and swords at him. The man was known as Oen, his
expression was that of boredom, his eyes gazing as the brightly
display of stars above. "You humans are so, simple minded, so
blind to how truly weak and frail you are." Oen lowered his head
to look at the twenty men around him. "You fight, n bicker, rage
wars, and destroy your land just to try to prove you truly
exist, that you have control over your life and those around
you." As Oen was speaking one of the men lunged at him driving a
spear through his gut ripping it through his flesh until his
hands where against Oen's stomach. "But you are blind, you are
mistaken, nothing you do matters." Oen, despite being run
through with a spear, shed no blood nor showed any signs of
pain. "You very lives, are meaningless, no more important then a
speck of sand." The man who speared Oen, couldn't move, couldn't
retreat, he was over come with fear, his body wouldn't listen.
"I shall return you all to the spectrum." Oen slowly lifted his
hand up and touched the man on the forehead with a single
finger, like a sand castle being washed away by the waves, the
mans very being slowly broke apart, turning into what looked
like smoke before disappearing competently.
At the sight of their friend dying, the rest of the mob started
to flee in all directions, Oen's eyes returned to the night sky
above. "Even your fear is meaningless." As Oen said this, they
all stopped moving, a blank expression passing over their faces,
their eyes becoming void as if they have seen god himself. "Life
is meaningless, pointless, allow me to rib you of this burden. I
truly hope you all join into something more meaningful,
something that matters." A breeze passed through the village, as
it gently passed over the villagers they started to fall apart
just as the first man did, drifting away with the wind with out
a sound. "You humans are the luckiest of all creatures, you have
escape, you can have death." Oen reached down and pulled the
spear from his gut, his wound, even his clothing closing yuo in
seconds. "You all can return to the spectrum of the universe."
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 11:46 am
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The white clad monk; wreathed in flitting shadows that cast
elongated lines against his pale garb, shook his head in
disgust. He had arrived whilst the small village burned, and
when the savage assault by an unknown being tore the life away
from those who sought to defend their homes, the man rose to a
standing position and began to move. His steps were as the
shadows that licked at his form; without sound and without
pressure on the ground below, and as he neared the one who had
desecrated the human world with his power, the would-be monk
pulled back his hood and locked eyes with the target of his
newly found anger. The creature who sought to teach humans of
their failings, and slew them without regard.
Gabriel let his brilliant azure eyes rage with power; the orbs
of intensely spinning hues twisting and shaking as he casually
spun up the sleeves of his robe and revealed his two hands. Both
of which held no weapon, but with which many a being had been
utterly obliterated. He lowered his stance; shifting his weight
to a point far lower than what a mortal man could: Gravity
itself seeming to concrete his stance and further increase his
stoic pose. He pressed one palmed hand forward, the other held
close to his chest, as a menacing smile was born upon his
features, and a challenging nod addressed the being opposite of
him.... He would not strike first, but he would be prepared to
strike in retalliation
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Oen Date: February 12, 2016, 11:59 am
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Oen turned to leave, but as he did he could sense one still
alive, he slowly turned and locked eyes with a man in all white
rage filled the mans very soul,trivial. Oen said no words as the
man lowered his guard, his stance was that of a style long lost,
one Oen hasn't seen in, not even he can recall. A challenge?
This was truly interesting, it has been some time since Oen has
been in a battle worth while, or rather, one that lasted. Oen
looked at the man with no emotion in his eyes, not rage, or
fear, just nothingness. It as clear the man in white would not
attack first, it was up to Oen to strike first. Oen tilted his
head back slightly to look at the stars above him once more, his
body in a straight position, his arms by his side.
"And so it goes, beings of power believing they to matter, that
what they do makes a difference." Oen never brought his eyes to
the man, it was not a show of disrespect, nor one of thinking he
was better, it was just, him. As Oen spoke the ground beneath
the monk cracked and a dozen of sand spears struck upwards at
the man, a simple trick but the fight was just starting. Oen
knew the man would dodge the spikes, there were to many signs
the attack was coming, and the man seemed to be a season
warrior. "What is your name?"
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 12:27 pm
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The monk laughed with genuine amusement; a soothing and
whimsical sound for such a large and capable warrior, as the
creature opposite him attacked with nothing more than compressed
sand and earth. From below the monk no less. Was it out of
disrespect; perhaps a tactic to force the monk out of his
stance, or maybe it was simply to gauge his reaction time?
Either way, it would not go as the other being anticipated: For
as each long and defined sculpture of a weapon rose to stroke up
at him, it was utterly obliterated by an unseen force. As if
they struck a wall of unseen pressure, each one had its tip
blunted and then its shaft shattered as they collapsed against
their own force upward.
Such a trivial attack required little to no effort from the
seasoned veteran, as they came with meager amounts of energy,
and aimed to physically strike through a protective wall of
compressed gravity. Each weapon that hit was its own undoing as
the remainder of the object could not pass through where the tip
was stuck...
"My name is Gabriel... and who might you be?" His voice rang out
as the remainder of sand spears fell to dust on the ground and
once more the landscape settled into silence. He held his
position; focus and determination evident on his face as he
spoke, but although his opponents opening attack was weak, he
would not begin to believe it to be all the man was capable of.
Underestimating an adversary could end a fight before any blows
could land, and Gabriel wasnt about to take any chances.
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Oen Date: February 12, 2016, 12:39 pm
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As the sand broke and fell around the man a small cloud formed,
and this cloud allowed Oen to see clearly what was happening.
With a simple attack, Oen discovered the man can control the
feild of gravity around him, and perhaps further out, an ability
that was one of the more annoying ones, but not without it's
weakness. Oen turned fully to face the man now, crossing his
arms over his chest as the sand settled back to the ground. "Hm,
my name, what was it people used to call me." Oen thought for a
few seconds trying to recall his name. "Ah yes, it was Oen I
believe." Oen crossed his arms over his chest, if crouching was
Gabes fighting stance, then this no doubt was Oens.
A small smirk crossed Oens lips as a single needle of sand
formed but a hair away from the mans forehead, aiming to pierce
the mans skull. Although it was sand, it was as strong as iron,
compressed over and over, all with in milliseconds. The air
itself always has some kind of sand, dust, floating in it, Oens
hope was that the field of gravity couldn't be close to the monk
in feat that his body may be crushed by it, nothing more then
another test.
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 12:47 pm
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"How long" Started Gabriel "Will you prod and poke before you
attack in earnest... Oen" He spoke as though nothing had
happened; no initial attack, and as the near unseen needle of
compressed sand formed before his forehead and sought to skewer
his skull, he continued without faltering. "I am not one with a
grand amount of patience, but if testing me is your way of
determining whether I am worthy... I promise... I am" With his
last word he took a step forward into the already thrusting
needle of sand, and as it made contact with his flesh it
expanded outward inch by inch. No longer compressing or
attacking as a needle would, but instead dissolving into the
baser form of sand it had previously been.
"I will oblige you with as many of these trivial attacks as you
can muster, but be wary... I will not always defend without
assaulting you in return." His tone and demeanor shifted as he
once more readied himself and locked onto his opponents
location. His body seemed to vibrate; almost humming as the
earth underfoot hardened to near impossible levels, and all
matter near his body stopped moving in its natural way. Sound
stopped leaving his form as the air was compressed and all the
molecules nearby were held in a near quantum flux. Slowly his
body would begin to disappear as light bent and bowed before his
bodies rapidly increasing aura of gravitational manipulation...
The longer his foe sought to taunt him, the worse it would get
for the new creature...
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Oen Date: February 12, 2016, 1:00 pm
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Oens expression didn't change, the mans threats to him, were
empty, pain meant nothing, death meant nothing. Even if the man
defeated Oen, killed him, it would mean nothing. "So be it." Oen
uncrossed his arms and put his palm face up, slowly black matter
formed floating just above his skin, no bigger then a marble.
"Your words are meaningless." The black marble fell to the
ground as Oen tilted his hand, the marble melted and seeped into
the ground as if it was water, leaving no signs it was there.
"Your threats are meaningless." Oen brought his eyes up to the
man once more, facing his palm outwards. "You are meaningless."
Oen no longer concentrated on the area around the monk, but
rather, what was in the monks very body. Every breeze carries
particles, every breath brings in these particles, and these
particles get trapped in the body, settling in the lungs over
the years of life, it wasn't much, but it could be enough. Oen
closed his hand slowly, as he did this the particles in the mans
lungs would start to condense, making it harder to breath, not
allowing the lungs to expand or contract, depriving the man of
oxygen. Oen then, opened his hand calling forth the particles to
rip through the mans lungs, organs and body itself, calling for
it to return to the air that carried it into the mans lungs.
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 1:12 pm
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(Well played XD)
Gabriel could feel it; the unmistakeable assault on his insides,
on his organs, his lungs to be precise, and when the compression
started, he was taken by surprise for a moment. His adversary
had went for the kill so quickly after a simple jabbing attack.
An odd thing to do in a battle where you knew little about the
opponent. Nevertheless, Gabriel would react in kind to his
opponents attempt with his own, but first he would let slip
another portion of his expertise. Another small glimpse into
what he could truly do.
As the condensing and moving particles rose up in his lungs;
though he had no need of air or breathing anymore: The organs
but a reminder of his original created form, Gabriel's physical
body stopped humming entirely and separated molecule from
molecule. Turning solid into gas; while still maintaining the
physical appearance of solidity, he allowed the particles to
pass unhindered through his form and be compressed once more
into nothingness as they left. Surely this attack would have
killed most other beings; any who required oxygen or an
atmosphere to survive would have already died though, as his own
aura had already compressed those essential mortal staples
around him.
As he settled back into a physical state though, the humming did
not return, and the difference in his stature was immediately
evident. His body appeared like darkness itself; his white robe
vanquished by the shifting shadows that now warped into
existence around him, and as the field of compression reeled
inward and intensified, all that was left was a silhouetted
figure void of light, sound, or atmosphere nearby. His
impenetrable defense; that of the collapsing star, would prove
far more useful in this fight than any other attack he could
come up with on the fly, and as his opponent thought so little
of him at that point, Gabriel was inclined to continue the
defensive posture.
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Oen Date: February 12, 2016, 1:37 pm
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(Why thank you)
Oen watched as the mans very body changed, allowing the
particles to pass through him, or rather, allowed his body to
allow holes to allow the particles to pass through. Once the man
became whole again, he wasn't the same, instead he took on a
blacken formed, but just as the start of the battle, the man did
nothing, he stood in his stance looking at Oen, to what end, Oen
could careless. "I go bored of you already, you are as
interesting as a cockroach that wont die." A cockroach to Oen,
was more interesting then humans, less frail, not as weak, but
still uninteresting, all was uninteresting, nothing surprised
Oen, nothing scared him, nothing even fueled him into wants or
needs, he simply, was. Oen took a step towards the man, Oens
image flickering, slightly before settling as he moved closer to
the man. "It is clear this battle will only end in the
destruction of this world, if not the system itself. Its odd, a
being filled with such rage and anger at me killing mere humans
is willing to allow trillions of life forms to fade, in the hope
of...punishing me? Or is it a good fight you seek? Trivial,
hoping to prove your worth, validate your self worth."
As Oen closed the distant he stopped roughly ten feet from the
now black monk. "Do you realize how pointless this all is? I
promise you, you can not kill me, death holds no meaning, but I
feel you know this." Oen looked around the burning village.
"Such a simple thing, life, death, existence itself." Oen waved
his hand and the buildings started to fall apart like the
villagers he killed, turning into dust to be carried away by the
wind, leaving nothing but a flat land around them. "Tell me, can
you truly say you exists?" Oen looked at the man. "No, I think
not, though, none of can." Oen started to walk closer to the man
once more until he was just a arms length away. Oen brought up
his hand to simply touch the man on the forehead. A meaningless
gesture in itself, but it contact was made, the 'shell' around
the man would break apart, the atoms being ripped away like
tissue.
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Re: Battle of the forgotten
By: Default User Date: February 12, 2016, 1:49 pm
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"Perhaps you misunderstand my appearance here" Came a voice like
crystal from within the warping exterior of darkness. "I do not
seek to validate anything, nor do I wish to protect these
worlds... But the loss of life with no greater purpose than a
whim is an ending I can not allow. I will not tolerate the
absolute ignorance you display towards those in the cosmos who
are gifted with inevitable death" The words fell from unmoving
lips; passed through almost entirely solidified space, through
the skin of singularity, and into the world beyond, and as they
were freed from their prison, Gabriel allowed himself a very
casual glance upward at the stars.
Some greater contemplation occured; though it would not last
beyond an instant, as the new foe approached and sought to touch
him directly. Such an idea would not bode well for the being,
but Gabriel was not about to stop the contact. For in the moment
the being reached the event horizon; the point where all matter
was compressed, where light itself could no longer escape, his
finger, or hand, or entire arm, would be pulled into the
collapsing event and be lost forever. Not dead, not erased,
compressed into a quantum realm where all time and space are
meaningless. Eternally lost to the infinite spaces between
molecules, atoms, beyond the grip of physical law.
Gabriel waited with lackluster attention to the man as the
contact occurred, and the warping energies of his own body, the
pull of the great collapsing defense, began their assault on his
flesh and form. What would happen would happen, and whatever
occured, Gabriel would not be caught off guard.
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