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Post by InZanety on Jun 9, 2008 17:51:55 GMT -5
Akumu has been released from the Nightmare Realm to cause havoc yet again. Only this time, this area has been chosen for a specific purpose...
In the Museum of History, the Sages of Wisdom are always here for adventurers to tell them of their tales and possibly bring them artifacts from there adventures. Of course, they're always compensated. There's also no use for lies as these Sages can read minds as well.
The Nightmare Gem is put up on display with a book on what its used for and how it came to be. Akumu is to destroy the book, the author of the book, and bring the Gem to where it can no longer be used.
A tiny, blood-red ball of fire popped into existence and began to make its way to the lower levels of the Museum, where the Nightmare Gem is set, just waiting to be plucked off its stand. A few NPC's and players noticed it, and the combatant players and NPC's went to check it out, while the others backed slowly away. One combatant, a well known adventurer, actually didnt even notice this tiny ball of fire appear, even though it appeared right above his/her's left ear. The name of this player is--
(OOC:Thats your cue!)
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Post by Morph on Jun 10, 2008 7:26:12 GMT -5
Morph felt like he had been drafted once again, as back some time ago by a certain Colonel who had been looking specifically for him due to his ability to shapeshift every part of himself into nearly anything. He had run into a group of players--all thanks to Ike--and one of the players, a girl who had introduced herself as Hera and the group she was with as her 'clan of people', had decided to drag him along with the group to enter a museum, presumably because she had recognised him as a Beta tester.
It was not that Morph hated musea, or the subject this one was all about: history. It was just that the feeling of being drafted had snuck up upon him again, and he didn't quite feel alright about it. An NPC guided the group around, telling them about the things in the Grand Minerval Museum of History, pointing at paintings and statues and telling who made it or whom it was supposed to represent.
Morph surpressed a yawn and carefully glanced sideways looking for a way out. The group was okay, but he felt better around other people, like his friends from the Beta test. When the group walked through a crossways of halls, Morph quickly sidestepped into the other hall and walked it down with quick steps. After taking a slight turn or two and walking down a pair of stairs, he ended up in a large hall with very few paintings. In the middle of the hall, on top of a stand and behind glass to guard it--probably magically reinforced--was a large gem. It's colour was weird, and the faint aura Morph could feel seeping through the glass seemed familiar. It felt almost... brotherly even.
Then, another familiar aura presented itself to Morph's senses, but this one was more threatening, although faint as well. Morph noticed a small dot of red in the corner of his eyes and turned. Upon seeing it closely, he backed away a little, somewhat shocked it had been so close. Just a mere foot away from his face, although it had been closer just now, was floating a tiny red orb in mid-air, hanging there threateningly.
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Post by InZanety on Jun 10, 2008 7:50:02 GMT -5
The tiny fireball started to take form, it grew a little bit. As it grew, you could see its very fine details; symbols that surrounded the orb. Then it expanded to the point where it was double of Morph's size. It then took shape, the shape of a very angry and hateful demon who just can't wait to finish his task so he can cause chaos on Ymaggion again. As he grew to his normal size, the details that were on the orb grew with him and moved to their rightful spots on Akumu's skin.
He looked different this time though, a fusion of magma and his Hatred Elemental form was there, he was also unable to transform back into 'Dark Zane' or his 'Baou' form.
He approached the gem, ignoring the fact that Morph was there and striking him out of the way.
"Why must Jihad apoint ME this task... Especially when there are others willing to take the job..." Akumu stated, as he smashed the glass case and grabbed the Gem and the book, which set off several alarms.
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Post by Morph on Jun 10, 2008 8:13:11 GMT -5
Yahweh effeen' darnation. Morph inclined himself to curse mentally as he saw to what the once tiny orb of red flame changed itself into. It looked very much like the image of an old friend of his, yet he knew it was not him, for another also looked like that, and that another was a person very much not an old friend, although they were acquainted.
"Hey you!" Morph said loudly, directing his words at Akumu. "Drop the loot, Mister Nightmare!" He tried to make it sound extra threatening by altering his voice to sound deeper and sharper.
A quick glance around, without taking his eyes off Akumu thanks to his ability to produce extra eyes, Morph noticed there weren't that many people within the hall, and the few that were seemed to be heading with a quick pace towards the exits. Dammit, cowards. Morph thought, gritting his teeth. Well, guess I couldn't count on them anyway. It always seems to get down on the Beta guys.
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Post by InZanety on Jun 10, 2008 10:18:12 GMT -5
Akumu ignored Morphman's words, and tried to teleport with the gem, forgetting that he lost that ability somehow. But something was different... The Gem! It still contained traces of Jihad's energy from last time!
"I wonder..." If this gem can be activated to absorb evil energy, then it should be able to expel it too. Akumu thought.
Akumu gripped the gem in his claws, and expelled the remaining energy from it. As he absorbed the energy, wings painfully grew out of Akumu's back...
"Heh... looks like I found the alternative route." Then Akumu started to take off...
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Post by Morph on Jun 19, 2008 11:36:15 GMT -5
You shan't escape! Not now. Morph thought. His armour briefly flashed colours as his elementalshifting kicked in and it turned black, the colour of darkness. Forming a sign with the fingers of his right hand, he activated one of his binding techniques. Tentacles of darkness sprang forth from the shadows near them and reach up for Akumu to wrap around him and restrict his movements.
"Akumu, hear me!" Morph cried out as the shadow tentacles reeled about. "Last time our battle was cut short, and I can't let you leave this place of wisdom with something precious. Drop the items!"
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Post by InZanety on Jun 19, 2008 12:52:44 GMT -5
When the tentacles latched and wrapped around Akumu's ankles, he formed a Hatred Blade in the form of a Katana and sliced at the tentacles. Then he used his Hatred Energy to bring up a wall from the ground that was raised at least twice the size of the museum and then started to slowly grow upwards.
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Post by Morph on Jun 19, 2008 12:58:19 GMT -5
Morph leapt up and rolled out of the way of the rising wall to make himself end up on the same side as Akumu was. Dammit! He thought. He's trying to wreck the whole place! He wouldn't let that happen. He would have the tentacles lash at Akumu again and drag him into the shadows, transporting them both to a location outside where battle would be better done.
Morph stretched out his hand and moved it around, ordering the tentacles to go after Akumu again. They were large and manyfold, so at least one would be able to establish a good grip and set Akumu up for his next technique.
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Post by InZanety on Jun 19, 2008 18:51:41 GMT -5
The tentacles wrapped around Akumu's waste this time, weighing him down from his flight. He was like a fish on a fishing pole, struggling to be set free as the tentacles reeled him in. His new wings didn't grow enough muscle to be set for such strain, so they slowed their flapping to a stop. As Akumu hit the ground and was dragged across the floor, he grabbed at another player attempting to flee and got hold of him. When Akumu got close enough for Morph to teleport him, they found themselves outside in a fairly large feild near the museum.
They arose from the shadow of a tree. Akumu flew a few yards from Morph with the other player still being held captive. He put his Hatred Katana to the player's neck.
"Don't interfere, or this player dies..."
Did Akumu just say player? How did Akumu find out that this was a fake world? If Morph twists up his words with Akumu, he might be able to find out...
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Post by Morph on Jun 20, 2008 4:40:54 GMT -5
"H-uh." Morph let out after having risen from the shadows outside the museum and into the field. He opened his mouth to say he didn't much care, but then with a shock remembered that a PC killed by a Son of Darkness would be greatly affected in the real world as well, unlike with other, "normal" deaths here.
Morph let his eyes wander a little and looked closely at the person Akumu was holding. The person looked faintly familiar, but he couldn't tell if they had met before. Morph gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed. Dammit!
"Damn you, Akumu! Have you grown into a coward?! I thought you were the true warrior type. Let the kid go, you don't need 'm anyways." Morph said to Akumu. Meanwhile, he decided that if he couldn't convince Akumu with words, and if he perhaps even endangered his hostage even more, that he would have to kill them before Akumu would have a chance to do so. He did not know if the hostage was a PC or an NPC, because it was hard to get to know it without asking them--and even then only PCs would know what he was talking about. But it might be the only way...
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Post by InZanety on Jun 20, 2008 7:34:05 GMT -5
"I don't care. I'll do whatever it takes to end these two worlds and I will succeed!" Akumu snarled. "That's right! I found out about your little game world, and someone's going to help set me free from this dreaded place! Now, don't you even think about following."
Akumu held his Katana more closely to his captive's neck, and then he started flapping his wings again to take off.
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Post by Morph on Jun 20, 2008 9:40:07 GMT -5
Dammit! Some idiot must have told him and convinced him. Morph thought to himself. No use then. I must employ the Starflame.
Morph whipped out his riter and threw it forth, attached to a chain, aiming to whip it around Akumu's ankle and get him off guard so he wouldn't kill the player before he had had his chance.
He held up his free hand as he then started to concentrate on the correct performance and his body started to swell up a little. His cheeks became puffy as his armour flashed to the colours of fire and he became surrounded by an aura of flame. As the power quickly built up within him he aimed for Akumu's hostage, and when the power reached critical levels, he unleashed the Super Technique.
The Sirial Starflame Scatterbreath quickly sped forth after Akumu with great speed. The huge blazing ball of incredibly hot blue fire was aimed straight for the hostage. I'm sorry, thought Morph in regards to the player, but it is better than to die by a Son's hand.
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Post by InZanety on Jun 20, 2008 11:11:13 GMT -5
"What the...!" Akumu was yanked back by the chain as he flew, and the Starflame consumed his victim, and traveled up Akumu's arm. Akumu used his Hatred Energy to put the fire out before it spread further.
"Hatred Flamberge!" Akumu brought forth a massive Greatsword of Hatred and pointed it at Morph. He then let the chain pull him in so he could jam Morphman in the gut with its point.
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Post by Morph on Jun 24, 2008 11:21:13 GMT -5
PH--! Morph let go of the chain and he made a flowing movement, altering his body into water and quickly flowed over the ground so he would not be in Akumu's wake. He rose from the ground a good eleven feet away from his earlier position and a quick glance to that place revealed to him that he had been lucky. Would rather not end up dying. Juno had it bad enough, I don't want to go down that route! He thought as a driplet of sweat started to shimmer on his temple.
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Post by InZanety on Jul 20, 2008 14:33:26 GMT -5
"I'm becoming annoyed." Akumu then absorbed more energy from the Gem, and used it in combination with his Hatred Aura. Now anything near him for a short period of time, will disintegrate, his attacks will also have the same aura.
The air around Akumu started to turn to a wierd kind of ash, and as he turned his hatred greatsword into throwing spikes and threw one at Morphman, so did the air near that. He continued to throw spikes at Morphman, and when they hit a solid object, they turn to ash as well as the object on where it was hit. If Morphman gets hit, he will find peices of his armor missing.
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