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Post by Kuma on Jun 27, 2015 15:21:06 GMT
Slowly but steadily the portal started increasing in size and stability, it was like gazing to the void of space itself, a rectangular shape with rough edges fed by black lighting filled with stars. Reiji kept his position, meditating as he waited for the proper time to act. His Ki swelled up around him, fully released for the first time in decades, but instead of more visually shocking similarities to fire or thunder his Ki appeared in the world as some sort of wave, like a reverberating pulse that expanded around him in a smooth outline of his body and looped back inside him. This was the last form of the technique he taught Gen, the Shinkuu Maisetsu-Kyo. -Soon…- The Old Master muttered as he opened his eyes, contemplating the unnatural doorway to the Gainen Space being formed.
Jose’s first attack caught the Gainen completely by surprise, launching its large body into the air spinning wildly as the impact made him bend its chest and stop launching the high pressure poison. Mid-air, the scale armored Gainen was suspended mid-air for a single moment until gravity remembered him and dragged him down. The Earth Shaker next attack, the large boulder met a different fate, as the Poison Gainen recuperated its bearings and found a way to counterattack. Using the momentum he caught while spinning he reversed the spin as he fell and started releasing the high pressure poison again, added to the swift rotation it turned him into the linchpin of a liquid saw blade, that slashed through the boulder launched at him, partly through slashing power, partly through the poison eating through the stone, yes apart from being deadly it also was corrosive. The spin wheel of death moved towards Jose, not falling anymore as the movement served as a makeshift helicopter, like a homing Frisbee made of poison.
The Peace Gainen power slowly increased the gravity around him while also sucking the aggressiveness and willpower of those around him. “In times of peace the warrior soul gets dull and loses it sharpness” Slowly he drained Dan’s will to fight and as he did that the worn out exterior slowly started to become smooth again, as the statue started growing in size as the stone-like muscles filled out. He was sucking the warrior out of the Pink Comet.
The Deity Gainen vanished the moment the bullets hit him, as if the attacks pierced through a column of smoke and their wind blasts dispersed it. Mist started rolling into the clear of the forest, making everything seem surreal. The ghosts Crow hit dispersed but quickly reformed back into shape as if somebody hit a rewind button on their demise. They macabre dance continued, spinning vertiginously around the Lighting Gunslinger as their ghostly wails continued. -You failed…- -All dead…- -The Gunslingers are dead…- -Their legacy just a myth…- -Dead…- -All dead…- -Failure…- -Shame of the Gunslingers.- The ghastly apparitions slowly got closer, with Crow swatting Quicksilver to disperse them, but to no avail as the kept insulting him and marking mistakes. The Gunslingers of Old insulted their last heir….but why? Why would they do that to Crow, the Last Gunslinger?
The Impact Gainen fell into the ground creating a 10X10 crater, the lava-like blood inside the cracks of the stone exterior burst out, like bleeding after the impact, dripping over the black stone like fiery tears. The expressionless face and the blazing eyes searched for Sid once again, and repeated the process, jumping way up high and falling, but this time around something seemed to be different. Maybe there was more to the creature apart from falling from above, as he just proved that the crashes also damaged him.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 28, 2015 12:52:11 GMT
Dan sat still, feeling blindingly empty. This sparked a tiny hint of panic in him. If, without his bloodlust, he was so little, what sort of empty shell of a life did he lead? Of course he knew the exact answer, but didn't like it enough to dwell upon. He was only interrupted when he noticed the peace gainen was becoming less worn and weary by the second, body now proudly muscled and smooth. He could guess at what was happening, something he had been distracted from by the sensation of having his will to fight sucked away.
Clearly, it was taking his own aggression for itself. Considering how much he had pointlessly milling around in him, he didn't want to see the end result. He stood, but his stance was entirely defensive. He knew he had a problem already. If he didn't want to harm his foe, he wouldn't win. Already, ideas were whirling in his skull. He took a step back, foot sliding over blades of grass to reach soft sand. Another step and he'd be in the water, but that wasn't for a minute. "Unlucky for you, this warrior's soul works just fine as a blunt instrument." He taunted, tossing his head to wave his ponytail in a flippant fashion.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jun 29, 2015 21:24:13 GMT
As the Gainen charges helicopter style through the air with deadly poisons blades, Jose wasn't exactly sure what he could do to stop the beast. So he figures he have to settle with the next best option. Moving out the way. He sinks, or more exactly, gets swallowed into the earth as easily as if he was diving into a body of water. He travels about a few meters below the surface before he begins to take off with a running motion due to being able to shift the earth around him into a tunnel. For him, he was simply running as easy as if he was running above ground. Yet, he knew that he couldn't just hide from the beast like this. It could probably just shot its poison into the ground, or worse, the monster could attack the shrine.
Sadly, with the beast not touching the ground, he has no way to know where the precise location of the Gainen. So, not wanting to waste anytime for fear of losing the general location of his foe, Jose jumps and propels himself out of the ground like a geyser. He emerges a few dozen meters into the air. Now, normally being in the air would be a foolish choice for an earth manipulator, but Jose isn't a fool. When he removed himself from earth, he also took tons of the earth with him in various sizes, with the smallest being a thumb size pebble and the largest piece of the rubble being the size and semi shape of a dining table, which he is currently standing on.
Thankfully, not only was he now out of reach and away from the danger of the toxic blades, but he even was even high enough to pull his next attack. He thrust his arms forward and fires off hundreds of rocks at the Gainen. It was practically a small scale avalanche.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jul 4, 2015 5:43:41 GMT
THE RITUAL OF GAINEN (PART II)
Crow’s hands were shaking so bad he could barely hold his weapon, once it was as much as a part of him as his own hand, now it felt heavier than ever and clumsy. He had broken out in a cold sweat and his heart rate had increased tenfold. While most of the others were having a physical challenge against their respective Gainen opponents, Crow was facing an emotional and mental confrontation unlike any he had dealt with before. Whether these apparitions were genuine or (more likely) some form of trickery did not matter. Since the Silence of the Storms when Crow was left as the last surviving Gunslinger he had been haunted by his own survival. There have been many greater Gunslingers before him who should still draw breath instead of him. Yet when the flames had turned to embers, when the smoke had cleared, and the last bullet had fallen to the ground it was he who still drew breath surrounded by death, destruction, and the horrors of war. There had been many times in the beginning following the Silence of the Storms that Crow secretly wished to end his own life and joined those that were lost to him. Unbeknownst to the Last Gunslinger tears were sliding down his face as he raised his half loaded revolver. The words from the phantoms cut deeper each time like a sadist slowly toying with its victim wanting to draw out the most blood. “I failed you all. I’m sorry I failed the Code of the Gunslingers. Your blood forever stains my hands and I carry the weight of your grief like Atlas carries the world on his shoulders.” Crow began to fire blindly at the apparitions for a Gunslinger his aim was atrocious the grief made his shots wild and inaccurate. The Deity Gainen, Gen, Master Fukuma, the others were all after thoughts in his mind as he backed up with the apparitions circling pressing his back against one of the trees. “I have forgotten the faces of those who walked before me and have stumbled in my own path. I shouldn’t be the one who survived because I was not strong enough that day. And for that I am sorry.” Crow was still pulling the trigger despite Quicksilver only making hollow clicking as it was out of ammo out already. His reached for a bullet and nearly dropped it in his trembling hands but caught it at the last second gazing at the shining plating of the .45 caliber bullet. He could end this by putting this very bullet though his skull and joining those who had fallen before him, he could escape the crushing weight of being the Last Gunslinger a burden that had often weighed heavy on his very soul. However he caught his reflection in the bullet and saw his pitiful state and remembered back to a situation like this before after the Silence of the Storms. He had been alone and lost for at least a few weeks, he was tired, hungry, plague by exhaustion and suffering delusion. He couldn’t sleep because he would always hear their screaming, if he closed his eyes he saw the horrors. The only thing he had was Quicksilver, his grandfather cowboy hat, and a single bullet. He stared like a madman at the bullet and considered of ending his own life with it to finally end the Gunslinger once and for all. To join those he so desperately missed but as he saw his reflection in the bullet and saw the cowboy hat on his head he realized he had more to live for than that.
Crow hands seem to stop trembling for only a moment, as he placed the bullet in the chamber and spun the cylinder. “You are right. You are all dead. The only thing I can hope for is that you have found peace. But I am still here and I am still alive, I am the Last Gunslinger and I have chosen to carry the weight of your beliefs, your codes, and your morals. While I may have stumbled from my path time to time I have continued forward and never looked back. The hat on my head is a symbol of the promises entrusted to me by those who have fallen.” While the ghosts had seem to deliver a powerful emotional wound to Crow he had gained a bit of himself back and hoped he could muster more for the sake of his sanity and Gen’s life. He took aim as the ghost circled him and fire dead center straight ahead through the lot of them.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 4, 2015 17:08:06 GMT
Scratching his head, Sid watched as the impact gainen tried doing the exact same attack as before. What was this guy thinking? It didn't work last time, as it sure as hell wasn't going to work now. Taking advantage of what Sid perceived to be thick-headedness, the martial artist positions himself next to the river, waiting for the gainen to leap at him. Once he does so, Sid grins as he digs his right leg into the dirt, and dashes across the river, hoping that the monster would land close enough to the river that the water would start to put him out. If this didn't work, Sid had to try something else. What a drag...
"Hey! Quit trying to body slam me, lava dude! Take a chill pill already!" He snickered to himself at his last comment. Regardless, he skidded to a stop to watch what the gainen did on his way back to Earth.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 5, 2015 21:20:31 GMT
-The door is opened.- Reiji uttered as his opened his eyes, the pressure of his concentrated Ki making the room rumble. The rectangular opening to the Gainen Space was finally stable and the Old Master wouldn’t wait for a confirmation. With decided steps he walked towards the door, the thin layer of Ki surrounding him engulfed by the blackness of the void as he stepped into the portal. It would be bumpy ride as Reiji’s body was swallowed by the doorway to the Gainen Space.
-The warriors that lack preparation, the ones entering a battlefield with a dull blade they did not sharpen, are the first one to perish- The Peace Gainen’s pressure increased. Now the whole isle was feeling it, slowly sinking into the sea. Peace that dulls the warrior spirit will also kill the warrior granting him everlasting peace. The Gravity around the statue was unrelenting, pushing down everything with incredible might. If Dan didn’t find out of to surpass this obstacle he might end up at the bottom of the sea.
The spinning blade of death the Gainen had turned himself into was cutting through everything in sight, turning the peaceful bamboo thicket into a nightmarish view, with the trees melting the floor corroded and chemical scents flooding the air. Green smoke came out the bamboo as the acidic poison kept eating through them at an alarming rate only stopping on the ground. This attack seemed to be effective but after the first charge it was random, as the creature couldn’t see.
As the violence in the streets that poisons and divides whole communities the Gainen lashing out was blinded by its own offensive, too enthralled in trying to hurt the other that wasn’t taking care of him or the surroundings, thus he didn’t notice Jose movement and attack. The rain of stones fell over him, most of them getting destroyed by the poisonous high pressure saw blade he created, but some it, one large chunk, that got cut in half before reaching the Gainen passed through.
The hit was brutal, stopping the creature revolutions and sent him flying over the island, towards the Red Pillar of Light, were Goemon was waging battle against the Heat Gainen. Some of the scales from the Poison Gainen fell off from the hit, but they vanished in mid-air, as if they were never there, maybe returned to the Gainen Space.
The Impact Gainen started his fall homing toward Sid with terrifying speed, but the impact never reached the ground. Surprisingly the creature crashed against… thin air? Yes, the Impact Gainen, being created by that Concept had the ability to choose were to crash, so even if he didn’t cause direct damage with his body but an indirect attack with the powerful shockwave that expanded downward towards Sid. The Gainen once again kept bleeding magma, but he didn’t seem to show any signs of being hurt as he landed in the other side of the river, as the floor was surely cracked and Sid bones could also share that fate.
The chorus of ghost laughed at Crow’s proclamation with eerie chuckles. They kept their sinister dance around the Gunslinger mocking him as they flew, phasing through the trees…. They started talking in ever increasing loudness, slowly overlapping their words… -That’s your sin youngling….- -Carrying our ideals?- -Our codes and our beliefs?- -Who the hell do you think you are?- -Who are you youngling?- -Why the Last Gunslinger?- -Why?- -Do you plan our ideals to die with you? -Do you even qualify as a gunslinger not following your own ideals?- -Why do you chain yourself to the past youngling?- -How can a bullet strike true if it’s tied to the gun that shot it?- -WHO…ARE…YOU!?-
-There are two scents close, what do we do Mes Kizuato? - Callis asked, as he finally was feeling well enough to properly follow the scents. The Beast Knight body was more or less at half capacity, still healing from the wounds of combat and the strain he suffered after letting the Beast out. Still he could move properly, or at least well enough to keep being an asset in a fight, during one of the Unda Wars he participated back his homeland we was even more damaged and still managed to keep fighting because it was important.
Taking in account the state of agitation Yami was in it seemed this time around it was equally as dire. –We… should split up… there are Shrines in the locations we will get to, you need to remove some medals, metallic disk from it.- The Half-Gainen explained as he stretched. He knew the ritual as his mother explained it to him, but still he was worried about this. He could feel his Gainen Half starting to manifest on his skin.
Unknown to Yami he had a lot of points in common with Callis, their half-breed status and discrimination, their skill with sharp stuff and the powers they had to contain. Both nodded as Callis pointed the direction in which he should move. Yami was moving towards the Golden Pillar while the Beast Knight rushed towards the White Pillar. Hopefully they would be able to disrupt the ritual before damage beyond measure would happen.
Yes! YES! YES!!!!!! I can feel it, the energy pouring to the chamber… I can taste it boya… I can taste it… What? I don’t need you anymore kiddo, I’ll get out on my own! Oh Fuck no! Wait what? Ya heard me fuckin’ ghost ya ain’t goin’ anywhere! You overgrown monkey can stop me…. NGH! What the hell!? How can you grab me? Fuck if I now, but I’m not lettin’ go ya fuckin’ ghost, ya are goin’ to stay with me or I’ll choke the life out of ya How the hell can you choke me? We don’t have a neck inside… GLRU How…? I already told ya I dontcha fuckin’ know ya prick, but I ain’t lettin’ go!
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 9, 2015 4:31:02 GMT
As he stands upon a rectangular shape boulder a few dozen meters in the air, Jose is able to spot the direction of where the Gainen heads towards. At first he was unsure about leaving his position, after all, he was told to protect the medal and be there to remove it in time for the ritual. Yet, before he could come to the conclusion to stay by his shine, he notices that the snake creature was moving much farther away then he had original anticipated. Figuring that the momentum of the creature must of been truly something if it was causing it to continue to travel so far. And that was a problem for him. As he picks up on the fact that if that poisonous monster goes any further, it would reach the shrine that Goemon is currently protecting. He himself was already having so much trouble alone with dealing with one of these things, if Goemon was now task to face two of them.... he didn't want to think what would happen. For him, he so far survived mostly due to luck with a surprise attack from the start and a fortunate position to launch that attack earlier when he somewhat randomly pop out of the ground. But how the heck I'm I going to be able to get there in time! I'm way to slow to catch up to it, plus I'm in the air right now.... then a sudden idea hits Jose like a falling brick. He grips the earth underneath his feet and twists it on a certain angle, so that the center of his head was pointing in the same direction as the Gainen. He then pushes off the rock with both his immense leg strength as well as using his earth manipulation to further increase the force of his launch station, which results in both the table size stone to shatter into little pebbles and propels Jose at his opponent with rapid acceleration. The air fiction almost immediately begins to rub against his skin in a visible manner as he reaches close to subsonic level of speeds, getting ever so closer and closer to his target, until his body eventually flies over the Gainen. Yet, this was all going exactly as well as he could have wanted it to go so far. He adjust himself in the air and performs a flip so that his feet touches against the earth. His takes hold of his kinetic energy by gripping the earth with his toes and transfer that power into his fist. He proceeds to punch the ground with the force and the blow cracks the surface around him as his punches drives straight into the dirt, which causes a massive earth pillar to raise right in front of the Gainen's path. Jose didn't really have a follow up plan or move after his fist penetrates the ground, since he is only focusing on stopping the Gainen from getting to close to his comrade. But he did have one think going through his mind: I sure as hell not going to let you down Goemon.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 9, 2015 20:01:49 GMT
Dan was hoping the creature would attack him directly, fueled by his bloodlust, but apparently it was content to sit there and let its power do the work. "You're coming off as pretty dull yourself!" He yelled as he slid into a battle position, feet slowed by their newfound weight. Was that a result of the draining? He decided it wasn't when the island itself shook. Water lapped his heels. Were they sinking? He didn't know how to fight something that could sink an entire island, small as it was.
He entered an entirely alien state- that of fighting for life with no enjoyment to it, just the need to keep on living. He doubted his hands could do all that much to the rocky beast. It didn't matter what he could do to ordinary concrete, this thing would be tough. As he carefully approached, he wondered something. Was the extra gravity effecting it, too? In fiction he would say no, but in reality, how do you keep your powers from effecting yourself?
It would be nearly impossible to move if that was the case, but it had its drawbacks. Slowness being one. Instead of attacking the gainen, he flanked it, ducking behind the tree it stood before. Dan understood physics. Not perfectly, as his education was limited, but he was smart. He raised his foot, focusing on the right spot to kick. He knew bigger objects didn't actually fall faster. That just wasn't the case. A tiny bit of that usual thrill coursed through him as his aura focused on his raised limb. Maybe he wasn't entirely dull. No, bigger objects didn't fall faster. But ones being pulled harder by gravity sure did. His foot slammed into the trunk, toppling the tree at the gainen. He didn't forget Newton for once.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 10, 2015 17:12:47 GMT
"Whoooooooooa!" Getting caught off guard by the impact gainen suddenly crashing against what seemed to be thin air, Sid attempts to dive out of the way, but the shockwave had managed to destroy some of the surrounding rocks and send various shards at him, peppering his skin and causing a few scrape marks to appear on his body, a small stream of blood going down a few of them. Standing back up, Sid points his finger at the gainen. "What the hell, dude?! That is NOT how physics works! I might have gotten a D in that class, but I know that was bull!"
Ending his pissed off rant, the lazy martial artist began to weight his options. So, lava dude who could crash into whatever he wanted and send shockwaves down at him? And a body made out of magma that would be horrible to try and kick? Groaning once more, Sid takes out a small dagger from his pocket and...drives it into his arm. With a small gasp of pain, he pulls the weapon out, and wraps a small cloth around the wound so he wouldn't bleed out or something stupid like that.
"Well, I got no other options, eh?" Reaching behind his back, the lazy martial artist draws a long, steel katana blade that glowed a faint yellow aura. Sid wasn't as hurt as he normally would be to use this, but he was out of ideas. The air around the blade crackled with electricity, a concept that Sid hoped this creature didn't know of. Sprinting at the monster, Sid leaps to get directly over the gainen, and slashes downward, releasing a large amount of electricity in the form of a wave directly in front of him. He hoped that this was powerful enough to piece this thing's armor, and maybe create an opening for him to attack.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jul 11, 2015 3:54:14 GMT
THE RITUAL OF GAINEN (PART III)
The echoing chorus of the phantoms would have driven a normal man made by now yet Crow’s mind remain intact and sharp. Sharp enough to pick up on the fact the phantoms seemed to repeating themselves and their message. They spoke of him being chained to the past and why did he insist on carry on their beliefs. As the apparitions dashed around him through and between the trees that surrounded the area Crow’s eyes followed them trying to keep track of all of them. As they got louder their questioning began to irate the Gunslinger more and more which made him grip Quicksilver tighter. Lighting NE coated the revolver as Crow watched the phantoms movements. As they began to nearly shout in unison asking their questions Crow finally found the words and the answers the spirits demanded as he shouted at them. “ENOOOOUUUGGHHHH! TALON!” The Rail-gun swung the electrified revolver in a wide arc around him, the wave of Lightning NE cutting through some of the trees around him. This caused a couple of the tree to topple and crash to ground dispersing the phantoms if only for a moment and near silence fell on the area.
Crow panted as he looked around waiting for the apparitions to reform from their bluish flames before he spoke again this time his voice quiet and calm. “You are right about one thing you are all dead. Your bones lie in the earth from which they were born and your spirits should be at rest. As my grandfather once told me the dead have no need for answers, grief, or sorrow. I am not only the Last Gunslinger but the Heir and Future of them. I carry both the past on my shoulder and create the future with each step forward.” The Gunslinger took off his cowboy hat and held it in front of the phantoms, “This hat passed onto me by my grandfather, Buho Cementerio who received the hat from his forefathers before him, represents the past and traditions that you represented. It stands for the Codes which you created that was taught to me and I honor it like I honor you all. However in my hand.” With his other hand he held up Quicksilver, “I hold not only my future but the future of the Gunslingers. This revolver rebuilt, cleaned, and loaded by my own hands represents MY ideals. I will be the Lightning Bolt of Justice striking down those who represent Chaos with lead and fury. I will rebuilt the Gunslingers just like I rebuilt this revolver a thousand times over. And I WILL leave my imprint on the world for I the BULLET of my OWN gun.” Crow stopped for a moment placing his cowboy hat back on his head tipping it over his eyes with a smirk. “Who am I? I am Crow Cementerio, The Rail-gun and the Heir of the Gunslingers. I carry both their path and future.” Crow pushed the cowboy up with his finger his hands no longer trembling.
“Now whether this qualifies as a Gunslinger or not I do not care! Because you are all dead and the dead have no need for answers. I believe it’s my turn to ask the questions now. So where is the one that conjured you phantoms? If defeating you will save my friend Gen then show yourself so we can settle this or are you the one afraid now because your mind games won’t work on me.” Crow looked around with anxiety he hoped he had satisfied the phantoms hungry questions as well as draw out the strange deity that had created them in the first place. He kept his guard up ignoring the sounds and rumblings of the others fighting their own battles.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 11, 2015 21:55:49 GMT
Reiji walked in the void, with the Maisetsu Kyo aura around him, his steps causing ripples on the invisible surface he threaded. The ripples expanded over the “surfaces” showing their location, as if just stepping on them made them exist. Those were the rules in the Gainen Space, an elastic and ever-changing dimension molded through knowledge, imagination and will power. If Reiji wanted to walk over a surface akin to stone and believed hard enough he could, while also knowing the properties of stone he would walk over it. - I will never get accustomed to this cursed place…- Reiji kept walking as he could feel the Gainen Space trying to break through his aura, like claws of an unseen beast trying to pierce his flesh. A regular human entering in the Gainen Space without protection would quickly find out his body twisting, turning and changing to become what he imagined him being. In this realm ideas rule over actions, and they would slowly affect you without control, as they would affect the surroundings. The sound of his steps made him realize he was being too noisy, maybe he was having a subconscious thought of being inside a cave, as each of his steps was echoing. The Old Master focused his mind to force his steps to be soundless; he didn’t need to attract unwanted attention. Slowly and steadily he progressed on his journey leaving the door behind him as his steps kept mapping out the invisible geography, rippling through complex geometrical figures, like multi-faced crystals, that popped from the floor and formed the ceiling. -I really hate this place… to many bad memories…- As soon as he said that the Old Master realized his mistake, as behind him a faint voice whispered to him. -Reiji… why did you leave me for dead?- Reiji Fukuma stopped on his tracks, he was a man that could punch mountains to pieces, but this voice zapped him of all his strength and willpower… Really bad memories started to flow as he turned to face the source of the question…
Jose landed near enough of Goemon’s location to catch a glimpse of his fight. Both the Karate Fighter and the Heat Gainen were engaging in a fierce close combat slug fest, punching each other with reckless abandon. Each punch shook the ground under them, rhythmically alongside the sound of waves crashing against the cliff they were fight atop of. –I’m not going to surrender!- Goemon shouted as he launched a powerful cross-counter over Soul Heat’s fiery punch, still he wasn’t fast enough and the exchange ended in a dual blow that made both contenders stumble backwards. Each punch Goemon connected shattered the Gainen form, creating flame filled cracks, while each punch Soul Heat managed to score left a scorching bruise on the Karate Star’s skin. But unknown to them, yet surely painfully noticeable to Jose, now that he was closer, the floor under them was slowly eroding, as the shockwave of their exchanges were soaking through the stone reaching the innards of the cliff, already weakened from eons of waves crashing against it. It was a matter of time, or blows, for the whole cliff top to sink into the raging ocean below. Both fighters kept the exchange going, spitting blood and fire all over the stones. If the battle kept raging not only they would both fall, but also the shrine could fall into the sea and that might bring unforeseen consequences.
As that battle raged, the currently flying Street Poison finally landed, crashing against the pillar. Any regular human would have died from the impact, but the Gainen of Poison barely seemed fazed by the brutal crash, that turned a stone formation into rubble. The scaly creature looked around until his slithery eyes locked on Jose and the creature stood to its full height as it waved side to side, moving its whole body akin to a snake. It didn’t seem possible but the creature was advancing as if it was skating on the rocks, while it kept waving. Suddenly after moving a couple of meters Street Poison’s arms shoot up, one behind its neck while the other was up front and as if they were spring loaded and shot a couple of liquid spheres instead of the high-pressure cutting line. They were Poison Bullets aimed directly at Jose, one shot in a parabolic trajectory and the other up front. Getting hit by one of these was a bad idea and allowing the ground, already filled with cracks from the nearby fight, was also a really bad idea, as the corrosive nature of Street Poison’s secretions could tip over the clifftop.
Dull Peace didn’t move as the tree fell over him. Dan’s idea was somewhat brilliant, but he didn’t consider a couple of things. The tree, in the middle of a small island, surrounded by sea, which constantly sprayed over it, was quite humid, as it absorbed a lot of the water around it. The wood was heavier and a bit weakened by the humidity. So when it crashed against Dull Peace it shattered into smaller pieces falling ineffectively into the rising water, floating harmlessly. The Gainen of Peace looked at Dan, finally realizing, fully, of his presence. “The use of terrain is one of the arts a man must master to become a true warrior”
Dull Peace went on his knees, the water reaching up to his thighs. His empty eyes had the same luminescence as the aura he released. From that position he turned completely to face the Pink Comet. “A warrior who achieves peace is not the strongest one, but the one who lacks enemies” The stone-like Gainen bowed with deliberate slowness and returned to his kneeled position before adding. “The lack of enemies dulls the warrior’s skills and body, but what a truly warrior never loses is his heart and soul”
Maybe the Gainen was giving Dan a clue? Not that the Pink Comet knew, but not all the Gainen were killers or destroyers, as creatures linked to concept some of the most benign ones usually avoided conflict or confrontations. Still Dan would need to hurry, as the water was getting near to swallow the shrine, and that might be bad.
Sid’s attack hit against Meteor Impact, releasing dozens of obsidian-like shards around it charged with the lighting from the sword. The wave hit the Gainen right in the chest, obliterating a large piece of rock exposing the innards, which started spurting magma like chocolate lava cake cut in half. The dripping magma started reaching the riverbed and the sizzling sound of rapidly cooling stone filled the valley as small clouds of steam surged from the water. The creature seemed not to notice the damage and started advancing towards the Kickmaster. But as Meteor Impact advanced and more of his magma innards spilled down something else could be seen inside the molten core, something metallic, silver with a faint yellowish hue. And as more pieces of the cracked stone surface fell off the heaviest seemed to be the creature steps, cracking more and more the floor it threaded as it moved inexorably towards Sid.
The ghost cackling stopped as the trees fell on them and as they started to reform Crow was already on his speech. As the Lighting Gunslinger continued speaking the ghosts started fusing into a single shape, something Crow might find familiar and as he issued his final challenge the silhouette of a man was standing that tipped his hat and talked with the voice of many. He was Buho Cementerio, or at least the image of the legendary Gunslinger in Crow’s head. -Prove it Crow Cementerio, prove your ideals.-
The Phantom Buho took a quick draw stance, perfect form, perfect stance, all a perfect copy taken from Crow’s memories of his ancestor. It would be like fighting Buho himself. -Now draw the moment that leaf- The Phantom Chorus speaking through the image of Buho pointed a small leaf falling from a tall branch. –hits the ground…--Get ready Crow Cementerio!-
-Get ready Black Bird of the Graveyard- Finally Ancestors God spoke through the ghosts, challenging Crow to a quick draw contest against his most esteemed Ancestor.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 12, 2015 6:32:16 GMT
Dan paused when the tree did nothing.Well... crap. He might have instantly followed it up by trying to push the Gainen into the ocean if his bloodlust was intact, but instead he listened again. He thought he had a different idea, something that appealed to him as he was. He responded to the Gainen's bow with his own and knelt before it. "Then I am not your enemy. I am granting us both peace." God he hoped this worked.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jul 14, 2015 4:09:25 GMT
THE RITUAL OF THE GAINEN (PART III)
Just as Crow thought the spirits had finally been satisfied but it seemed they had one more devious trick to play on the Gunslinger’s tested mind. Despite the many years it had been plus the fact that he was a grown man now the voice of his gramps sent a chill through his body as it brought up memories good and bad. The cowboy placed a slightly trembling hand over his face as he fought back the tears, he could not look at the Phantom’s Buho face for it had been so long since he seen he feared he would not be able to control himself. Still he accepted the Phantom’s challenge with a nod and deep sigh, Crow had lost count of the number of times he had challenged his grandfather to a quick draw contest and nearly every single time the Fastest Gunslinger had bested him. There had only been one time that Crow got the better of the old man and it had been on their last time they did the challenge just after he had passed the Rite of the Gunslingers, it was the also the last time Crow saw his esteemed teacher and grandfather smile alive.
Crow tipped his hat back at the Phantom, as he heard the voice of Ancestor God, this was the tradition of the Quick Draw between Gunslingers. It was a symbolic gestures of accepting the rules and conditions of the contest along with a show of respect to the competitor. The Gunslinger then spoke his voice calm and a slight smile on his face. “I’m sorry Old Man for being able to help when I needed to. But I hope you look down on your grandson with a smile.” Crow twirled his revolver on his finger and set it in his holster as he adopted his own quick draw stance in his head his grandfather’s lessons echoed reinforcing his spirit. Your stance is too stiff Crow you need to loosen up. A coil wind to tight snaps under pressure. The bounty hunter kept his body relaxed his hand in position near his hip but not to close his eyes dropped for a second till his mentor words came to him again. DON’T DROP YOUR EYES! Never lose eye contact with your opponent. His eyes will tell you when to draw before his hand does. Crow cobalt eyes meet the Phantom Buho’s face. The sounds of the other battles came to in through the island but so did Buho’s teachings. What are you listening for a fly’s fart?! The only thing you need to focus on is right in front of you. Silence the world and everything will fall in place. Slowly yet surely the Super Charged Cowboy shut out the world nothing matter not the Gainen, not the Island, not the ritual, not the fear or excitement, nothing expect for him, the Phantom Buho, and the leaf. The Gunslinger entered many Gunslingers hoped to achieve but few had mastered, a state of hyper concentration that went beyond tunnel vision that went beyond meditation, in Crow’s mind the world drew to a standstill that hung on the balance of a single leaf. Everything was a black and white and there was no sound at all for that split moment Crow had entered The Silence. Then a single gust of wind blew.
The balance on that single leaf titled as it came off the branch Crow remained in his state of Silence his eyes watching the Phantom Buho, watching the leaf, watching everything. To outsiders this may appeared to probably take a second at most but for Crow it drug on for hours waiting for this single left to touch the ground. He knew not to draw too soon for it would show impatience and the Phantom would capitalize, if he drew too late the Phantom would have shot him dead 3 times. The cowboy wasn’t just facing Buho as he was alive he was facing the mental image of the man and in Crow’s mind he was far greater than reality. It was a true showdown between Crow’s own ideals versus the past and legacy of all the Gunslingers before him. Finally the leaf touched the ground, signals flashed in Crow’s brain to his hand to Quicksilver in an instant. He drew and pulled the trigger the shot breaking his state of Silence as he came back to reality he was unsure if he was the victor.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 16, 2015 22:13:11 GMT
"Hell yeah! Not so tough now, are ya lava dude?!" Sid boasts as he landed on the ground once more, watching the gainen start spilling lava out of it's body and into the river, where it began to rapidly cool. However, a strange shiny metal part could be seen inside of the monster, something that Sid didn't have a clue what it was. Was it his source of power or something? Might as well find out!
Charging forward, Sid charges his sword with electricity once more, making it glow a bright orange and crackling with electricity. "This is the end, you fat prick!" He yells as he tries to drive his sword into the Impact gainen, aimed right at the exposed metal bit. Even if he couldn't shatter it at once, the electricity around the blade would surely stun the opponent at least...right?
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 22, 2015 6:53:54 GMT
Jose prepares to avoid the Gainen's attack, when he realizes that the trajectory of poison bullets would affect the clifftop. However, for Jose, he was more than ready to do what he needed to do here. Taking his left foot, he steps back and stomps on the ground, which causes the shattering ground to come together and smash back together to undo the gaps and the cracks. Now, the earth was going to hold together better then before. His breathing slow down as he focuses on this next move. With upmost care, he kicks upwards with his right foot to manipulate the ground to split apart towards the slithering snake beast. His plan to let the monster fall into the sudden hole for a bit to give him enough time to pull off his move and avoid being further assaulted, so that he can help Goemon with his foe. Even if he could only manage to deliver a single technique, he hope that will be the tiny push to assist his companion in his fight. Yet again.... Goemon seem to be a man of honor, would he welcome the support during a one on one battle? Either way, Jose was not going to let the poison creature affect Goemon's own fight at the very least. Jose using brings his right foot down onto the ground at the same time he lifts both his fist upwards. Which creates a massive wall to spring upwards. Which he hopes is able to stop the poison bullets, or at the very least to slow them down. Yet, he himself was not out of danger as the parabolic shot was coming down on him. Not wanting to know what it feels like being cut down the middle, he reaches backwards with his hands and makes a gripping motion as he launches his hands forward, similar to a rowing technique, which shifts the earth around him, that drags away from the trajectory of poison bullet. The force of his thrust was so powerful, that it even cracks down on his on earth wall, causing a huge section to collapse and fall to the ground, where it creates a mini dust storm around the base of his earth wall. Still, he wasn't done yet. While keeping his back foot on the ground to continue to hold the earth together, he turns his head back and lifts him arms up, creating a earth column for Goemon and his opponent. It was high enough to avoid the poison bullets' path should they pass through his earth wall and wide enough to give Goemon enough free space to move around bit in any direction for a a few meters. As he finishes the column, Jose arms fall down to his side as his exhaustion beings to kick in. The sweat from his face even manages to get into one of his eyes as he breaths heavily. He wasn't sure how much longer he could manage to carry on this mission at this rate.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 23, 2015 5:25:40 GMT
-So be it. As true warrior is so powerful that he truly lacks enemies, since there is nobody who can truly shatter his spirit or force him to stay down under hardship, thus he attains true peace, it might be dull, but is the only true peace, the peace of being atop of the world unmatched under the Heavens. –
Dull Peace returned the bow before slowly loosing cohesion. The stone body started to get tiny cracks all over its surface, forming cobweb like designs. Steadily the Gainen was starting to turn into dust, being gathered by the medal inside the Shrine. The small island resurfaced and the pillar of light shined even brighter as Dull Peace was recaptured into the Gainen Medal. Now the Medal would have some level of synchronization with Dan, if he ever wanted to pick it up. But as this finished Callis Nomene jumped from the coastline, from a higher position, and after doing a couple of flips that turned him into a crimson blur with the swaying of his cloak enveloping him, he landed nearby Dan. The Beast Knight was truly beaten up, bruises and wounds all over, his clothes tattered and his hands pretty messed up from all the climbing. His blue eyes locked on the Pink Comet and he shouted. -Stop whatever you are doing! Do not advance with this any further! Great misfortune will be the only thing to come from this.-
The leaf reaches on the ground… Both bullets shot from the guns with pinpoint accuracy, blinding speed and inhuman expertise. Both advanced almost at the same time, moving almost at the same speed and carrying almost the same force. But only one reached its mark… When both projectiles reached the same point they scraped side against side. The ringing and scratching of metal against metal filled the area, as both bullets spun grinding on each other. Finally Crow’s bullet overpowered the spectral projectile shot by the manifestation of Buho… Crow’s shot punched a hole through the smoke-like substance Buho was made off, making him vanish with a smile as behind him it was hidden Ancestor Deity, with the bullet hole right in the cranium helmet it wore. The Deity Gainen Manifestation started to swirl into the hole, as if the wound was more like a black hole. The sparkling remains flew into the medal inside the shrine, enhancing the light pillar into an almost blinding display of luminescence. It would be clear for Crow that he wouldn’t be able to get his hand into the shrine without harm, since the concentration of energy was too high.
Sid sword released the remaining energy into Meteor Impact’s core, but the only thing it managed to do was destroy the remnants of the obsidian-like carapace, splashing even more lava into the riverbed and turning the small steam columns into a veritable steam-screen. The Kickmaster would have surely seen the full core of Meteor Impact before the steam rose up, a 5’ Humanoid with smooth metallic skin with a yellow hue, empty black eyes and lacking any mouth, nose or brow. Through the steam Meteor Impact could see Sid, as he could detect his Form-Giver with ease. And so he launched a punch against the Kickmaster. This lacked any ki, magic or even conceptual properties, this was a raw power punch, the strength of a meteor confined to a hyper dense and hyper tough fist. Parrying or blocking it was out of the question if Sid wanted to keep his body in one piece, but how would the Kickmaster dodge with all the steam around them? As this fight raged Yami Kizuato, the Half Gainen of Slicing, was moving towards the battlefield, ready to stop this combat and the ceremony.
Street Poison was swallowed into the entrails of the island by Jose’s clever move, but his next move wasn’t as successful. The Poison Bullets pierced through the walls he lifted and finally hit the Earth Pillars he created for Soul Heat and Goemon. The fighters didn’t even realize that they were getting lifted, as they kept fighting as if nothing was happening, exchanging blows without any reserves, punching each other like beasts in the midst of an epic battle. The remnants of the Bullets hit the pillar, eating through the earth and weakening the stability. Still, even as the pillar fell towards the Sea both fighters kept punching each other until a large cloud of steam signaled Soul Heat’s falling into the water. From the place where Street Poison was swallowed into the ground a green liquid spurted out and then turned into dust that flew towards the Shrine in the Bamboo thicket. When it arrived the pillar of light would strengthen.
The Old Master, usually calm and composed, started to take heavy and fast breaths, that voice… he could know that voice everywhere. Why did it have to be here? Why? Why now? He knew he was looking for a healer but he tried his best to block out the memories of her, he didn’t want to remember her. Not now…. Not when everything was so delicate and dire. -Why aren’t you answering me Reiji? I asked you a question!- A young woman, on her late 20’s was standing behind the Old Master, she had a martial art to her, like a karate practitioner, and was dressed in a white kimono… Funerary clothing. She tapped Reiji’s shoulder from behind with three fingers, from middle to pinkie. -Mana… I…- Reiji spoke softly as he turned around. He was now 33 years old again, his white hair back to the original black, his physique a bit leaner but still impressive and his beard vanished. –I will never forgive myself for not being there for you… I will never forget the last time I saw you… but this isn’t you…- Reiji looked at his own body, still covered by the Ki aura and his face grew fierce for a second as he looked around. -Whoever you are come out, I know you’re trying to play me and it’s not going to work.- Reiji caressed the cheek of the fake Mana as she vanished with a hint of melancholy on his face as he did, but once she left his eyes focused on the figure in front of him. A man clothed in a full black suit, with a red shirt and a white tie. He was smoking a cigar and between his fingers a Gainen Medal. The enigmatic man smirked, without a hint of joy, as Reiji fell on one knee… - Who... ugh.. are you? How are… ngh… you here…?Memories flooded his head and they started to project out of himself and into the Gainen Space, like strings bursting out of Reiji and stretching far and wide these memories moved towards the man in black and a sinister figure behind him. A tall humanoid with a sharp top hat, a black ragged clock and large blue eyes, which released an endless stream of equally colored tears. The cloak opened revealing dozens of creepily long hands, like legs of a spider. All of them with long fingers covered in some kind of thread. The fingers started scrapping over the threads of memories. -There is more than one doorway… but you seem to have forgotten it Fukuma-dono…- The man advanced as the music started growing louder. –Old age is quite painful isn’t it? You tend to forget the most important things…- The man kneeled to be on the same eye level than Reiji. –And too answer your first question… you only need to see the situation you’re currently in…- The music build up as the man stood up and paced around Reiji. –You allow me to take the Medals I wanted… You took the Shishioh brat as your student… you gave him a medal without reason… you helped his sister to rescue him from Osaka… you sent him to Orasul Sange without thinking it twice… You’re doing this ritual to save him…- The Man in Black grabbed the Old Master by the chin and snarled his last phrase. –Like I told you… So think it through… you did many things under my bidding without even realizing…-Reiji tried to stand up, making an effort to break free from the strands surging from him, but it was useless. Physical strength didn’t mean anything in the Gainen Space, only mental fortitude and willpower. He managed to whisper. –Who are you?--You’re a puppet who didn’t noticed his strings… And I’m the puppet master Fukuma-dono…- Kuro-san uttered with complete coldness and lack of emotion.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 23, 2015 19:53:30 GMT
Dan felt something else trickling into him as the peace gainen drained into the medal. His body filled with boiling bloodlust. He cackled and threw a dozen rapid fire punches into the air before his new grin faded. Well that was anti-climatic. He was utterly unfulfilled. Maybe he could go see if the others were fighting monsters too? He bet they hadn't had so much luck. Wait, crap, he had to stay here to remove the medal when the green flare went up. He grouchily sat on the shrine, knee bouncing with agitation.
His thoughts were stopped from wandering by the arrival of Callis. Huh. Cat guys were a thing. His smile returned when Callis told him to stop. As beat up as he was, Dan knew the physique of a fighter. "I'm afraid I can't comply." He slid of the shrine with a rustle of cloth and flex of muscle, all he could hear. "Care to explain why you want that though? If it's about the monster, I kicked its ass." Dan did a quick mental check of his faculties. His left shoulder was still sore. He was running on adrenaline and not much of it. There wasn't an inch of his body that wasn't sore to some extent. But he could still move. If it came down to a fight, he had this.
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Post by Colt of Personality on Jul 26, 2015 5:41:12 GMT
THE RITUAL: ONLY THE BEGINNING
The realization of his victory came to home as he notice the hole in the Phantom Buho’s chest, the apparition of his memory faded as smoke with a smile and a tear slid down Crow’s check as Ancestor Deity was revealed behind Buho. With a calm demeanor the Gunslinger Heir, who swore he would bring Justice against those who represented Chaos, removed his beloved cowboy hat while approaching the deity. “It seems that I have passed this trial Spirit. I will admit though it was a worthy one and had I been a tad weaker I may have fallen to these images you conjured. However there is one thing you couldn’t predict while in my mind I hold my grandfather above all others surpassing even himself in reality the memories I have of the man reveal the truth. As great as he was he understood that the young must surpass the Old the new must replace the fading for life to go on.” The Rail-gun was smiling now as warm tears slide down his checks while the Gainen swirled into the hole his bullet created. “I hold no grudges against you though; you helped me realize the path I must begin, you helped hone my skills a little bit more, and most importantly you helped me see that’s man smile once more even if it was a phantom of it.” Crow placed his hat back on his head noticing a few strands of hair fall down on her shoulder, while he may have worn the duel he realized it was only by a faction. The bullet of Phantom Buho was overpowered by Crow’s and thus knocked off course by the smallest of angles shaving off a few rough hairs. “This Black Bird of the Cemetery thanks you for the challenge Spirit maybe one day soon we will exchange words again. Till then though I bid you farewell.”
As the Gainen vanished back into the medal intensifying the pillar of light to a point Crow dared not to touch he had a vague understanding of what exactly that creature might have been but he would give it more thought later. He may even speak to Master Fukuma about the matter more once the ritual was over, suddenly a thought dawned on Crow. THE RITUAL! It was still going on! There was no second flare signaling to remove the medals from their shrine also from the sounds coming around him it seemed like the others were still having difficulty with their own opponents. Given the nature of Crow’s own confrontation this was not surprising to him but made him wonder how tough their challenges might be. There was something else bothering Crow though, as Gunslinger he was trained to rely on his instincts that were in tune with the natural environment around him yet recently that seemed to be out of sync and after his recent fight with the Deity Gainen he had a feeling why. Despite this though he still felt something was off it was like a bad aura washed off the area tainting everything with its vile breath. Something had gone wrong, someone or something had interfered with the plan and even though Crow didn’t know who or what he felt the most vital part was setting it right. The Gunslinger knew with his highly trained instincts that despite seemingly beating the Deity Gainen this was only the beginning.
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Post by waybig1010101 on Jul 30, 2015 6:05:46 GMT
Jose hands fall to his sides as he continues to breath heavily. He eyes stare at the shrine as the towering green light glows brighter with the disappear of the Gainen's remains. He proceeds to turn his head and his eyes widen upon the sight of the broken pillar and rising steam. "GOEMON!" He turns around completely and jumps off his wall, where he lands softly due to making the ground gentle upon contact with his feet. He proceeds to ran to the cliff as he peers over to see if he could spot the energetic martial artist. Yet, the steam cloud prevent him from being able to see anything. Jose reaches out with both hands and tries to feel the earth Pillar. Once he feels the big chunk of earth in the sea, he braces his stance and begins to bring up the platform he shaped from the surface of the sea.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 30, 2015 17:41:21 GMT
"Fuck yeah, stay down you piece of shi...oh damn." Sid had already begun to relish in victory, but he then saw that his strike merely chipped away at the gainen's armor, not damaging the inner metallic armor at all. What kind of metal was this stuff anyway?! This was bad, bad bad bad bad bad bad bad! Seeing the fist coming towards him, Sid digs his boot into the ground once more, and takes off in the other direction to where the Impact Gainen was punching. Cleared of danger, Sid begins to assess the situation.
"You gotta be fuckin kidding me...this guy is a Terminator now?! And this guy can't be melted down by lava!" The kickmaster stood there for a second, thinking about what to do. He was already hurting from when he had to stab himself, and prolonging this fight will only make matters worse. Time for something crazy.
Raising his sword up, Sid bites down onto his tongue, making a small amount of blood seep out into his mouth, and adding more pain for the sword to feed off of. Now a light shade of orange, the blade was cracking with more electricity than before. "Eat this you lava prick!" Sid yells as he slashes his sword horizontally, sending a shockwave of intense electricity that would melt a steel door if crashed against. Hopefully this would do some damage, he thought at least.
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