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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jul 18, 2018 12:57:56 GMT -8
What on God’s green earth was this monstrosity?! It looked like Adonis, if he had decided to go full fungal and let it control his entire body, but no, this couldn’t be real, could it? He had to believe it was, else this thing kill him for his idiocy. He took a step back, and another, reaching into his bag and searching for something, something important.
“S-stay back, I don’t want to fight, just let us go, please.” He begged, trying to buy him some time as he searched his bag for what he hoped would kill this thing where it stood. He had been filled with such hope, such splendor, but all that fueled him now was fear, fear of death, fear for his comrades lives.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 18, 2018 13:42:34 GMT -8
She took the man's image in while her nostrils registered the putrid smell, her eyes twitching nervously. They were immediately drawn to the chain - her free hand caressed the locker. The other was grasping the flintlock firmly, perhaps too firmly on the trigger.
Jowita swallowed her silent scream. Slowly, she realized - it was her twisted reflection, the same pride and confidence. Saber, flintlock, chain. Aside from the missing locket, there was one more thing that set them apart - and she was glad. "No man can best me." She repeated her mantra to herself, believing it to be true.
She carefully watched the man's hands. Unwittingly, she assessed the situation from a combat perspective, already prepared for a couple eventualities. The flintlock was the biggest threat; if she could fire first, then leap over the table, her momentum would prove to be unstoppable. Just as it always has been.
But for now, she spoke. A feigned sense of confidence straightened her posture. "Hmph. Preposterous - you think I am the copycat?" She glared, every word a venomous dagger. A comment on her skill was omitted - he wouldn't be the first who doubted, nor the first who paid for it dearly. "Who, or rather, what are you? Speak quickly, or let our sabers converse."
The flintlock was lifted upwards, seemingly a ceasefire, but in reality, a feint. She was not going to let go of this advantage.
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Post by Unter on Jul 19, 2018 14:35:30 GMT -8
The creature in front of Tod chuckled in delight. An aroused delight. The man in front of it actually puked ! How cute~ And he brandished his crucifix like it would save him. Wasn't he aware ? The thing in front of Tod dipped a finger into Tod's puke, and traced a line of vomit on its own voluptuous body. The thing felt... strenghtened by the show that Tod made. It brandished the steel dildo, in a mockery of Tod's crucifix.
"Come on dear~ Do you not see the sheer power my lust give me ? You and your pitiful "Light". The only thing you should be worshipping is your own body, my dear. Now... let me appreciate this work of art fu fu fu~"
Something sliced the air, and cut the cords of Tod's vestment. The priest was helpless against the attack, as it seemed that it happened only by the sheer will of the creature in front of him. He was now in his small clothes. Still in his small clothes. He must attempt something now, or despair.
The fungi-man that clashed with Adonis "laughed" with disdain. If it could be called a laugh. It was a rasp noise, like chalk being driven on a black board. How could sound like this come out of someone's throat ? Behind the mask, he smiled. He despised Adonis for what he represented. This puny man ought to heal what nature so beautifully gave to humans ! He would show the man. The sound of something being broken collapsed the eerie silence. It was the thick cover of mushrooms on the back of the monster that broke into two half, one falling on the ground. A thick shroud of spore was thrown directly toward Adonis.
"Puny man !" He laughed. "You cannot bargain with Nature herself. All things decay in a joyous reunion with nature. And you still foolishly consider yourself an entity separate from this beauty ! I know better. And I will show you."
Even with his mask, Adonis was hit with the sheer might of the mushrooms' spores. A sweet numbness would take his limbs, as if he was moving through thick honey. It would be considerably harder to move, at least when the spores still have effect. Adonis' thoughts however would not be slowed. This was the intent of the man. It was time for Adonis to be taught a lesson he wouldn't forget.
The man in front of Jowita was listening with passion to her bravado. He knew, deep down inside him, that he was superior to this woman. She wasn't a whelp like the others. She was worthy of his attention. This is why he wanted a fair challenge. He put a hand near his leather belt. A gourd of water was here. He grasped it, and seemingly put it to its lips.
"What am I...? It's simple, Jowita. I, too, know the pain of having lost a loved one. I, too, rampaged through my own country, having betrothed vengeance, only finding that my hands could only master the winds. So I ask of you- Ah !"
In the middle of his speech, he threw water at Jowita's pistol. This woman would pay for the others.
The fog around them swivelered and swirled in a circle. It looked like an arena.
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Post by rumsztyk on Jul 19, 2018 14:59:56 GMT -8
He was fast, and he had the guts. Admirable qualities that further sowed the seeds of doubt in Jowita's troubled heart.
However, Jowita had the advantage of preparedness and distrust. The gun levelled and the trigger was pulled - hastily, for the water had almost connected which would wet the powder and deprive her of this advantage. She saw the man grazed by the bullet.
Wasting little time, she dropped the gun and reached for her trusty sabre. "Enough talk, you twice-cursed masquerader!" Instead of walking around the table, she hopped onto it, then leapt forward to deliver a powerful slice at the man. Her speed and momentum would play to her advantage.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 19, 2018 15:00:58 GMT -8
There was suddenly a breeze.
Tod looked down, stripped. His coat and tunic ripped from him, the arms of the clothing ripped open, as well as the shoulder area, laid across the table behind him. Below them, Tod witnessed his pants torn into three pieces, leaving him in his socks, boots, and briefs.
Decorated across his body, holy drawings and scriptures decorated his skin. His stomach densely worded, but across the left part of his abdomen was a grape bundle, some grapes replaced with gems. His left pectoral was covered in a beautiful drawing of a seagull with an olive branch in its beak. Across the undersides of his arms were depictions of crucifixes, and in his left armpit a 21-point star wreathed in turquoise flame, the other armpit a vampire spiked through the bottom jaw.
His legs were wrapped in scripture, of athletic valor, and of power.
Across his chest, a set of sentences, devoid of clutter, organized into phrases, font size changing for the density of the words. The first line, from left to right from the strange doppelganger's perspective, began to glow as Tod began to speak. His every word boomed forth from him, and he took a step forward, uttering the beginning of the prayer, the prayer of exorcism.
"Terrae, cantate Deo canite Tod, cavendum exorcistae de terra, canetis lucem, Lux caeli et terra maiestatis gloriae et humiliter supplicamus ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate, laqueo, deceptione et fraude mendacii nos potentior..." he continued, this was simply the beginning.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jul 19, 2018 15:08:08 GMT -8
He tried protecting himself by raising his right arm, but it was all in vain, he was still hit with what he could only perceive was immobilizing spores. His body felt slow, sluggish, and it was only getting worse as time went on, but still he tried feeling for his savior inside his bag. It was a contraption, one of his bombs, that would surely set this monster ablaze with its obvious lighters of gas. Though he wondered if perhaps he would never get the chance, that this was all in his head and that once this thing was finished he would be free, leave with a terrible price, but be free.
“N-nature will not.....b-best me today, it may have b-bested my mother, but you will not w-win this fight.” He spoke, however his voice had gotten worse and the words had gotten too hard to speak. He had got his message through thankfully, but now he had Tod face whatever this monstrosity had to offer. Off in the distance he heard the others, which only fed into his fears, and even with his calm and steady demeanor, he was starting to crack, and god help this creature if he cracked. Hell hath no fury than an Adonis cracked.
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Post by Unter on Jul 31, 2018 12:10:26 GMT -8
The man in front of Jowita cursed. The bullet cruised near him, leaving a trail of blood on his cheek. He jumped back, dodging easily Jowita's clumsy lunge. He used the momentum to climb on the table, and taunted Jowita.
"Żryj gnój, ladacznico! You need to work on your swordplay, Jowita ! Is this how the legacy of your family lives on ? Let me show you !"
He apparently tried a thrust at first, his saber yelling for Jowita's blood, but quickly ended the feint at a jab near Jowita's leg.
The thing in front of Tod looked with delight at the priest's body. How marvellous ! It was starting to approach the priest, and try to use its power to redesign the tattoos, but Tod's incantation seemed to... work ? Blood started to trickle from the thing's ear, but it didn't seem to be in pain. In fact, it relished in the pain.
"Oooh. This prey has teeth !" It smiled. And it started its own prayer against Tod, pushing against the monk's faith. The voice was coarsed, and the words seemed to shout for the depths itself.
"Gnaiih, ymg' goka gof'n r'luh ! gnaiih, ymg' goka gof'n lw'nafh ! gnaiih, ah'mgehye ya mghrii!"
The gnarled creature's mushroom shriveled with delight. They had learned how to distinguish when a prey was defenseless. It cackled, a pathetic laugh. And the man approached something foul near Adonis' mouth. A mushroom. The man started to chant
"We accept him as one of us ! We accept him, we accept him ! One of us ! One of us !"
It would need all of Adonis' will to survive.
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Post by Kidney on Jul 31, 2018 12:45:33 GMT -8
What?!
Tod yelped, "No! Stop it!"
The skin on his fingertips began to slough off, blood running down his hands and wrists, his glowing chest dimmed, his concentration broken. This was the first time a spirit had fought back. Tod whimpered, his fingers in immense pain, fire running through his hands and arms before he threw his crucifix to the ground.
Tod's resolve is tested...
He looked up at the Thing. There was screaming in his head, and he grasped at his hair, a scream ripping from his lungs, before he fell silent. A single, bubbling tar pit in his mind spoke words to him, and he stood up.
Abusive.
Blood covered his face, his chest heaving, the tips of the bones in his fingers showing as he opened his hands, attempting to look civil. He smiled, wiping some of the blood from his forehead off. Tod cracked his neck with his hands, before sighing, "I'm so sorry. Let me hold your face, my love, I was stupid to attempt to hurt you."
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Jul 31, 2018 17:16:53 GMT -8
No... this can’t happen, I can’t move, I can’t speak, join them, become one with the horde, become one with nature. Join yourself with all the ones you’ve loved, in the ground, growing ever more numerous as time goes on, like a virus, like an infection. Like the darkness, leave your past behind, let yourself embrace eternity!
Adonis’s resolve is tested...
Insanity, it gnaws at his mind, he loses himself to temptation, to let himself free of all shackles of mortality, and morality. All there is, is the light, all there is, is himself, all there is...is the destruction of all things abhorrent and wrong in this world. Even in despair, will the righteous fury be unleashed.
Overzealous...
LET THE CLEANSING FIRE OF THE LIGHT BE YOUR ONLY GUIDE! ALL WHO STAND AGAINST ME WILL BURN!
Adonis closed his eyes tightly, his body fueling the fire inside as he felt the power to move again. This despair that had sept into his soul only strengthens it, and with it he did what he could in this moment.
”Science... is tempered by the light.” He opened his eyes, staring with a gaze so strong even the coldest of hearts would feel their wrath.
”The light...is tempered by Nature.” He stopped searching, he had found it, the thing that would send this battle to its end.
“However, Nature... is tempered by science. And science with the light together will send you back to hell from the pit which you came!” Adonis yelled, his left hand reaching upward and grabbing the monstrous fungus creature by the arm. While his right hand held the contraption tightly, bringing it out of the bag before winding back and shoving it right into the things mouth as it was talking. Letting go afterward of its arm, as he brought his leg up, a bit slow still but enough to kick it outward to the things gut, aiming to push it backward.
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Post by rumsztyk on Aug 8, 2018 13:41:52 GMT -8
She was oblivious to the fate of her remaining party members, so focused on the duel. Her focus was not enough to avoid the sabre, she felt the sharp pain. Jowita was not used to it yet.
"How dare you!" she began to seethe with rage, hissing through clenched teeth. She let herself loose again, charging the man, letting their blades clash. "You heap of filth!" She attempted a dirty maneuver, slamming her left fist into the man's abdomen while their sabres were dancing together.
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Post by Unter on Aug 25, 2018 8:58:58 GMT -8
The thing in front of Tod shivered with delight as the priest cracked. It was surprinsingly easy. It smiled, and put a hand near the waist of Tod, to put all of his weight between its arms. It murmured
"Finally, my love... We are complete, at last..."
As the thing bent down, preparing to kiss Tod, it opened its mouth. The tongue was normal, but it was coated in a weird goo, that smelled horrible.
As Adonis held the arm of the monster in front of him, it broke. In a clean snap, and as Adonis was shoving the bag into the Creature's mouth, the arm held on to Adonis. It would be surprised if it was still capable of emotion, but it couldn't do anything against his upcoming doom. The head exploded, and with it the bank of mushrooms that controlled the body. It felled like a stringless puppet. But what was still attached to Adonis blossomed, as it smelled life. It attacked Adonis' clothes, and threatened to inject itself into the Doctor's body through the skin spores. Adonis would have to react quickly, and without hesitation.
The smooth, clean sounds of the duel soothed the man in front of Jowita. It was a glorious duel, and even though he managed to injure her, she was still fighting to the death. What a woman ! She was her equal, truely. So much so, that he could see through her like a book. She attempted to do what he would exactly do : punch him in the chest while fighting. A risky maneuver. Parrying Jowita's slash and blocking her blade with his pommel, he grabbed the clenched fist of the woman and used the weight to bring her closer to him. Face to face, he murmured. He spoke like he was miserable.
"You.. you are exactly like the wife I lost. What were the odds that I found her again ? Jowita, please... Come home with me. We can resume our lives, like nothing happened."
He was perfectly honest in his proposition, and no ill thoughts were coming to his mind.
Behind the fog, where the shriveled body of Salazar waited, the apparatus started to shine brightly. Slowly, gently, the fog started retreating back to where it came out : Nowhere.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 25, 2018 9:06:26 GMT -8
The creature moved forward. The horrible, exposed, slimy, whorish abomination slid forward towards him. Tod smiled, a crooked smirk that crawled up his face, the corner rising higher, Tod's yellow-tinted teeth exposed. His hot breath graced the thing's tongue and face, and as the creature got closer, Tod cradled its head in his hands.
"I'd rather not."
He cradled its head and rammed the exposed bones of his thumbs against its eyelids.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Sept 2, 2018 12:52:41 GMT -8
Act as such Adonis did, in a quick few motions dropped the form off hand, grabbed his knife, hit a hole in his sleeve, and ripped all of it off, throwing it to the ground where the body was. Nothing this vile was going to take him like that, let it fester for eternity and all who stand with it. But now there were the others to deal with, the fog retreating alllowing him to spy Salazar, Jowita, and Tod. Salazar was a lost cause and whatever dark object perched next to him was not enough to sway the follower of the light from helping rid the other evil attacking his comrades first.
Tod also seemed to fight off pretty well whatever monstrosity was attacking him, The Light Doctor not wanting to stare at the abhorrent creature any longer than he had to or Tod for that matter. Jowita though seemed to be at a stalemate, and what could only be temptation trying to worm its way into her head. He marched towards her, quietly to where they would have no clue Adonis was heading straight for them, dagger at the ready to utterly decimate the foe she was facing.
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Post by rumsztyk on Sept 9, 2018 3:57:16 GMT -8
The woman was resisting, trying to wrest her fist out of the man's clutches. She glared at him, but the stern expression was slowly melting.
"I... I can't. I wish to, but I can't." She sighs deeply, her frigid coil lowered. "I had my revenge, for my sweet Witold... but I paid the ultimate price. If it's joyous reunion you seek, I cannot comply. It is not meant for me, not yet." She looked away for a moment, shedding a singular tear.
When Jowita looked back at him, her face was contorted again.
"Enough blood was spilled for my deceased husband. If you are anything like you seem, your wife, too, was avenged. For the sake of their memories, let me go."
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Post by Unter on Sept 30, 2018 9:56:54 GMT -8
The Creature was totally unprepared to face Tod's attack. He blood soaked eyes were assaulted with the full might of Tod's thumb. In one last dire attack, it struck its hand in Tod's torso. Its nails dug into the skin, and the priest's blood flooded the creature as its eyes started to pop under the pressure. The pain was intense, and it fell on the ground, covered in the delicate vomit and blood of the clergyman. It only awaited merciful oblivion.
Where Adonis threw the remains of the fungi, cries of pain and sorrow could be heard from the corpse. It was impossible to tell if it was one last dieing breath before meeting its misbegotten maker, or a serious cry of sadness that such a lifeform left the Earth. Good riddance, some would say. Still, a fungi with such capabilities could prove interesting to one man of crazed hobbies, with ludicrous access to money and an heir to clean up the mess.
Adonis ignored the clergyman, for such an abomination could be dispatched easily. Instead, he creeped up near Jowita and the man, who were fighting with sharp swords and sharp words.
Deep inside him, the man was moved by Jowita's plight. Yes. He had avenged her. But at what price ? He had sacrificed far too much. And it seemed that the woman in front of him did too. He spoke, sadly.
"I... I see. There's only one choice left for me then."
At what point does a man become something else ? Before, he fought to avenge his wife. He struck a bargain with something that was beyond mere humans. He fought and killed and savoured the death of scum lower than dirt. But at what point did he cease to exist? When his blade was plunged in the last throat of the last of his enemies? It didn't even matter. Something pulled his being, and attached it to the woman in front of him. It wasn't something he was supposed to understand. That's when he understood.
"We are what we repeatedly do, Jowita. You are not even the same now that you were when I... when he was still alive. Let's finish this, here and now."
He lunged, and missed his attack. This was the perfect opportunity to finish him right now.
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