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| I Pledge Allegiance...; Kioku | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 9 2009, 04:18 PM (226 Views) | |
| Vensint | Jun 9 2009, 04:18 PM Post #1 |
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Vensint was a near blur as he entered the temple. He wasn't trying to abuse his speed. He just really couldn't help the fact that he was a lot faster than most. He boasted that to himself quite a bit. He squelched the thought and re-focused on his task. He was here to meet the Goddess of War. Kioku. He was here to see her. He wondered if she, like so others, would take offense to his lack of responses. He still got into quarrels over his muteness. It's not his fault that his throat was nearly ripped out and now he couldn't form a word. He could if he wanted the feeling of fire tearing down his windpipe and into this gut. He never had a taste for self inflicted pain. Even if it was his mouth that had gotten him into fights more often than not... He sighed and looked around for the first time. It took him all of three seconds to frown. He didn't know where he was or where he was going. He shook his head and turned a corner. |
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| Kioku | Jun 10 2009, 11:02 AM Post #2 |
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Of course, the goddess could really care less. It seemed there was always some guy showing off some supposedly super capability and barging in to her doorstep. Depending on her particular mood at the time, she usually killed them. They thought they were so great ... hm. Obviously they'd never met a goddess before. Ah yes the goddess of war was an arrogant and prideful being. Seeing no need to change as she had survived this long an been a deity for longer than anyone else. Save for lady death, of course. War and death were quite good friends however, pity that the vampire kept flaking out on her. Well, alas, such was life. Today, she lounged in her temple. Often times she did simply waste the day away napping. Unless a hint of something stirred her soul (did the goddess even have one?). Meaning either a fight or a potential follower was in her midst. She never cared as to which, they were all simply boring in the end. Ah there were a few exceptions though. Would her newest guest be one of those? Only time would tell. Whatever the case he woudl have to find his own way. The goddess wasn't the type to great guests with a beckoning hand. Rather she was reclined in her onyx 'throne' carved into the stairs, gnawing idly at a bone like the wolf she was. |
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| Vensint | Jun 10 2009, 12:34 PM Post #3 |
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Vensint blinked and cocked his head to the side. She was gnawing on a bone. He really wasn't expecting that. Truly he was prepared for an all powerful reality-bending super beast of a woman. He was almost disappointed but then it was only a small feeling of deflation. He shrugged and walked forward. He tried to walk slowly, so he would actually appear in only one place at a time. He stopped when he reached the foot of her throne. It was quaint... And black... And shiny... He was again not prepared for what he had walked in on. Kioku was primal and obviously cruel in appearance. He found it almost erotic in someone being as brutal as he can be should he slip out of his sanity again. Vensint also had a dilemma he didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do. Most people, or so he though, would state their allegiance to her. Unfortunately for him, no such thing would be able. So Vensint settled on doing what seemed like the obvious choice of action. He stood there and waited for her to make the next move. |
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| Kioku | Jun 10 2009, 02:43 PM Post #4 |
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Finally, it seemed her guest had found her way to the deepest reaches of her temple. Picking at her teeth with a chewed edge of the bone (she'd since cleaned it of tasty marrow), she tossed it aside. Standing, she left her lounging state and met the man at his level. Well, height wise anyway. Looking at him, she seemed to ponder for a moment before a hand reached out and brushed his shoulder. "Ah. Don't worry. I know." This was truth. Though the goddess did not claim to be able to read minds as such, she could sense intentions, desires, needs. Especially when they were in relation to hr. It was not every day she received a follower as quiet as this one. But these days one couldn't be too picky. She had since decided that even if they were pretty useless for her personally, anyone could be ... just cannon fodder. On the other hand, this one may just be of some use. Who was to say just yet? Kioku did sense it about him however, blood, death. A killer was he? Well that suited war just fine. "Though we have just met. I believe you worthy of a token, yes? You didcome all this way just to see me." With that she would step back a pace, extending her hand to him. Contained within was a small wolven icon. It glimmered with magics, shimmering almost as a pool of silver, as if awaiting to take whichever form he desired. |
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| Vensint | Jun 10 2009, 02:59 PM Post #5 |
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He didn't move when she brushed his shoulder. Her mind reading was no special feat. Not for a goddess he would think. His hand touched the silver pool lightly. It reacted and began to wound itself into what he really wanted it to become. He reached out and wrapped his hand around the object that he had chosen. He looked up at her. Already she thought him worthy of her mark? Either she was busy, unlikely frightened of him, or she simply didn't care about her followers or who they were. He wasn't surprised. Not even for a moment did he take this bone eating woman in front of him to be the loving type. He really was unsure why he was even doing this. He settled on the thought that he could now fight kill and occasionally die for someone for some reason other than he was bored. Causality was always a plus in his eyes. It was brutally simple. He plucked it up without any other movement then necessary. It fit perfectly, leaving enough room for anything he would need to do. His new mask would make him look something like a faceless, voiceless, bare person. He liked that. Personality had a habit of undermining him before he lost his voice. So he was now nothing but a force that killed. He was fine. His loves, sorrows, and friends all caused him trouble. Unnecessary and unessential. But he still stood in front of his goddess. He wanted to prove himself. He made the thought cross his mind that he would fight her. Not to kill or anything along that line. He only just met her after all. Usually people have to piss Vensint off for him to evoke his wrath upon them. But that wrath still knew near no bounds. Unfortunately neither did his sense of when to quit... |
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| Kioku | Jun 10 2009, 03:12 PM Post #6 |
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She didn't care how he wanted it, icon or tattoo or, well apparently a mask. The goddess had no opinion about such minor things as long as one proved themselves to be serving her. And that mark, well it would always insure that they did. After gifting it to him however... would that be it? It would have, if he had simply accepted it and went on his way. No the other hand, she would have thought very little of him for it. No, the guy wouldn't have impressed her at all. But then a thought came to mind. His mind that is. The goddess offered a knowing smirk. "Well... If you are so confident that you think you can survive." After all, what would she have to lose if she 'accidentally' killed him in battle. A wasted mark, nothing more. And if he did manage to impress her and hold her attentions, well he could be deemed a worthy addition to her 'pack'. Circling around him, she moved away from the temple at her back, allowing the two of them more space for their 'test'. Drawing a slender knife from her belt, her feet would shift into a basic stand as she awaited him to begin. "As my guest, I'll allow you to go first." |
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| Vensint | Jun 10 2009, 03:30 PM Post #7 |
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Vensint nodded once before drawing his sword. He was never one for stances. They were all just too idiotic for his tastes. He stood with his sword to his side, elevated an inch or two from his usual arm's resting place. He nodded when she said for him to go first. He was a fan of ladies and their insisting on going before him. But Kioku was more than just a woman. The fact that he was there was proof of that. He lashed out with his sword. He willed his arm to go faster than it had ever gone before. He was rewarded with the feeling of his arm's skin being pulled back. He couldn't see his arm move but the sword he did manage to catch. It sped forward slightly slower than his arm, using his arm's momentum to carry his Liquid Steel's blade to where she stood with her knife out. The back of his mind screamed that close-combat with her was a bad plot of action... Vensint made no mistake. He wouldn't win and it would be curious if he managed to survive. His sword returned to his side, at its normal length. It almost looked like he didn't move. He for damn sure didn't breath as he waited for her to make her move. |
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| Kioku | Jun 12 2009, 12:40 PM Post #8 |
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War, naturally, had no qualms about how one chose to fight. Blade or magic, honor or deceit. All that mattered was the battle, the blood, the thrill of impending death. Kioku was war for good reason, there was no other god in all the land who could take the mantle so appropriately, and so .... naturally. She grinned. Ah yes, she'd give the lad a fight. She did not abandon her poise, simply because there really was no rhyme of reason to assuming it. The goddess was as volatile as they come. One moment she may refuse to allow another to shed her blood, and another she would bleed just for the personal amusement. Would she slay her opponent with more puns than blades this time? Or just zap him into submission in one fell swoop? Only time will tell. It was a welcome change of pace, his blade. Though, she had the same capabilities. But it was not that blade which was drawn, but rather a simple long edged dagger. As mundane a weapon as it seemed, the goddess was not ordinary. He did have good presence of mind to know that long distance was in his best safety net. Even so ... in the end it would not be enough. As she leaned back, her dagger would swipe upwards, connecting with the liquid steel. It gave a spark and a metallic ring throughout the temple. "Impressive speed. But you should be warned that none have been able to best mine yet." Her voice called as the echo ceased and his blade returned at his side. |
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| Vensint | Jun 13 2009, 01:24 PM Post #9 |
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Vensint nodded once and sheathed his sword. This plan was futile at best and there was no real way he would best this goddess. But he might as well make this match a little more fun than a game of touch and go. He pulled out one of his axes and one of his sickles. Cracking his neck and starting forward towards the Goddess of War, Vensint knew that this was going to end badly. By the time he had crossed half the way between them he teleported behind her. A full frontal assault, while unexpected, would be a very bad idea. But the thrill surprise was often his favorite way of starting off a fight. Hell the last attack he threw her way was, in hindsight, a cross between fucking retarded and a waste of time. She was sure to block it. He took a step back and then, using his speed, he surged forward, coming down with his sickle and up with his axe. To any normal person this move would have split them from head to rear. Vensint didn't have a doubt in his mind that the goddess would maneuver out of the way. He hoped... |
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| Kioku | Jun 26 2009, 03:58 PM Post #10 |
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The goddess was ... never taken by surprise. Except by how stupid some people could be. At least this wasn't one of those times, though. It did not matter if the attack came from back or front, let or right, the goddess as always aware. After all this was her ream, her domain, nothing escaped her attentions. Teleportation was one of the oldest magic tricks in the book anyways. Even as he disappeared, she had turned, casually bringing up the dagger. Her dagger would be brought to catch the sickle at its most curved portion. It was an empty hand that caught the ax right at the head, just where shaft met wedge. "You expect me to run or die?" She gave a short laugh, keeping his weapons at bay. Ah, how the goddess enjoyed close combat. |
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| Vensint | Jun 29 2009, 11:41 AM Post #11 |
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There was no reply. Instead he let go of the ax, keeping his hand's momentum, he launched a palm towards the goddesses nose. He didn't rightly care what she did, all he was worried about was how she was going to counter his actions. This was not a game. He didn't play fight. He was going to fight till he couldn't any more. She would be fine. A goddess would be able to withstand mortal wounds for humans. He twisted his sickle towards her, attempting to pin her dagger and his sickle in between the two of them, effectively limiting both their movements. While he twisted his arm he brought his knee up, not really careing where it struck just so long as he was attacking. |
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| Kioku | Jun 29 2009, 06:35 PM Post #12 |
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Why did they always try to punch her in the face? Even if she allowed a blow to land it wasn't as if it would hurt her. She would not allow this ... man to succeed so easily though. What kind of reputation would she keep if she did? A hand rose to catch the palm aimed for his nose. Just as with the weapon she caught him by the arm, wrenching it to one side as she shoved it back. It was all such simple maneuvers. But when it came to fighting the goddess, you just had to deal with her methods in amusing herself. If you didn't suck it up and instead let it annoy you, you'd make mistakes you'd soon regret. With an almost feline grace, she leapt back. The goddess would grin, before her unarmed hand went to just above her shoulder. Drawing a large two hander made of silver, she would whip it towards the man's skull. This was no ordinary blade however, as it stretched out past the limits of ordinary steel. It was a move that should appear vaguely familiar. Now she was just mocking him |
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| Vensint | Jul 12 2009, 03:19 PM Post #13 |
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Vensint didn't heasitate. He launched the sickle towards the goddess and pulled his own Liquid Steel out of it's sheath. He waitsted no time putting the weapon to use. At first he simply snapped it towards her a few times, to keep her aware. Then something clicked inside of his chest. As if his sould had been restored for a split second and faded almost as fast. Whatever it was it made Vensint very unhappy. Outwardly he showed no sign of the change but inwardly he could feel a raw rage forming and spreading to his arms and legs. He darted forward again. He was enjoying the goddesses games almost as much as she was but this fury darkened his mind. It felt to him as if some animan had possesed him and made his actions it's own. Vensint was able to tell and comprehend his actions but it seemed as if the world had slowed. He had never felt this animalistic before in his 228 years of life. It felt good to feel an unnerving tingling up his spine and causeing his movements to come with an unknown fluidity. He came strait with just hsi one blade this time. This was no longer a test of skills to the beast but instead he was truely trying to cut his goddess down. He rawred and pushed back a few feet. His upper lip curled but to no effect. The mask blacked all his facial fetures from her view. He spimply stood strait up and stalked forward again. |
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| Kioku | Jul 21 2009, 06:10 PM Post #14 |
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She was having a bit of fun, of course. All battles regardless of whether she was trying to kill her 'opponent' or simply test them was for her own amusement. Why, if a fight bored her she would just kill the insurgent with a snap of the fingers as opposed to actual combat. To the untrained eye it would seem the world had become not more than a pool of silver. The speed of which the liquid blades coiled through the temple would shatter skulls, rend flesh from bone, and generally make a real mess of things before they finally slowed to a halt. With a crack she would call back the blade, and it slithered like some sort of shimmering snake before withdrawing into the scabbard once more. The enchanted blades seemed as if a living thing until it was called back to rest. But perhaps the killing machine would awaken again at a later point in time. For the time being however she simply met the masked crusader's charge head on. Though not before shifting nails to claws and claws to razored talons. Resorting to martial combat was not often on the goddess's agenda. Nevertheless a taloned hand would extended, beckoning the roaring killer onward. |
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