^You.... Just ripped off Phenom? You... I'm-a kick yer ass EXTRA hard fer that, byotch!
Sun sets. Night falls. Nobody complains. Mundane world of human life, its quirks not to be underestimated. Such is fate, and such is the truth of boredom.
Delryan's boots rattled as he touched the swaying grass. Nobody in their right mind wasn't passified by grass. Except Delryan, that is, whose mind was set specifically for death and death alone. No illegitimate soul could pry a word from Delryan's lips, but anyone with the ability to talk or make sound would pry a sigh. Even the grass had that effect. Delryan continued walking.
Anyone in their right mind can also recognize when something is wrong. Anybody who enters a haunted forest recieves the chills of fear almost required of the human nerves. Not Delryan, who silently watched as tree wrenched to bone and grass disintegrated to sand. Trickery. Feh.
Also, there were the signs of life nearby. Namely, foolishly raised voices, one of insidious nature, one of wisened and hardened nature, and another voice of a battle-ready mercenary-type. Bah. Commoners in these parts, and Delryan knew how to deal out death with his will as any fool with a weapon or a skill does. But could raw instinct stand up to a baseless vendetta and the spirits of a man who should rightfully have died when he tried to take his own life? Doubtful.
Delryan's armored, black-handed, tall and built look was enough to frighten any small child, but to terrify an adult was his specialty. And no mere adults either, even hardened warriors can glance for a brief moment into his soul-deprived gray eyes and see a recreation of his suicide playing again and again. No man left his prescense without trembling. No man could.
He stepped again. This time he had walked into the orchard of the dead where the voices had come from. They gave a trivial stare. Delryan sighed, waiting for their reaction. Either way, he would rend them limb from limb.
Alright, newcomers... Face me.
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OoC: Okay. Just Introing my Charrie. 
He's so cute!
Ic: Aww...he's so cute!
For him, entering the dark forest didn't permit him to set his little spiky hair on fire, elsewise, the dry, and I mean super dry forest floorcould catch on fire as easily as you would snap your fingers. Fare didn't exactly want to do that, no siree. That is, unless you wanted him to do it. That means pissing him off. And he gets pissed very, very quickly. And that equaled trouble with the little red guy, for he was just acting casual. Nothing much.
The roleplayer apologises. She tends to ramble much, which is odd usually, because she never rambles. Just get to the freaking point. Fare, in his usual cheerful self, wander aimlessly around, doing absolutely nothing, and hoping he won't get mad again.
Oo;; Two strikes of Lightning? Now where did that come to? After staring at one of the trees he swore moved, he growled at it and ambled along, knowing that the lightning wasn't too far away. Fare (having no arms, but just feet), tempted to speed up with shotting fire and rocketing towards it, burning anything in his path, resisted the temptation and found out why there was lightning.
Oh. A Reaper. Was he cursed again? Ah well. He had his trusty little gold band, covering the place where the hair ends and skin meets. He looked up at the three, nay fur creatures. Why would there be so many people in such a place? Fare looked way up at the creatures (him being half over the size of a basketball)
Now everybody, if they did, stared at Fare and probably thought, WTF? Which is obvious because the roleplayer is weird and likes to roleplay silent and unknown creatures. Fare was one of them.
All he did was squeak at the people. Thats it. Nothing else.
He's so cute!Ic: Aww...he's so cute!
For him, entering the dark forest didn't permit him to set his little spiky hair on fire, elsewise, the dry, and I mean super dry forest floorcould catch on fire as easily as you would snap your fingers. Fare didn't exactly want to do that, no siree. That is, unless you wanted him to do it. That means pissing him off. And he gets pissed very, very quickly. And that equaled trouble with the little red guy, for he was just acting casual. Nothing much.
The roleplayer apologises. She tends to ramble much, which is odd usually, because she never rambles. Just get to the freaking point. Fare, in his usual cheerful self, wander aimlessly around, doing absolutely nothing, and hoping he won't get mad again.
Oo;; Two strikes of Lightning? Now where did that come to? After staring at one of the trees he swore moved, he growled at it and ambled along, knowing that the lightning wasn't too far away. Fare (having no arms, but just feet), tempted to speed up with shotting fire and rocketing towards it, burning anything in his path, resisted the temptation and found out why there was lightning.
Oh. A Reaper. Was he cursed again? Ah well. He had his trusty little gold band, covering the place where the hair ends and skin meets. He looked up at the three, nay fur creatures. Why would there be so many people in such a place? Fare looked way up at the creatures (him being half over the size of a basketball)
Now everybody, if they did, stared at Fare and probably thought, WTF? Which is obvious because the roleplayer is weird and likes to roleplay silent and unknown creatures. Fare was one of them.
All he did was squeak at the people. Thats it. Nothing else.
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They were there, all of them, the new and the old alike, and after a moment there was another one with them. There were none there - not even Delryan - who could look upon him without immediately looking again, though their reactions after that varied enough. He was nameless - if he had ever had a name, it did not matter. He most certainly could not tell it.
What came out of the woods was a man - or must once have been. He wore a plain white shirt under a dark brown leather jacket, and the belt holding up his cotton jeans also held the two semiautomatic pistols resting on his hips. His fingers were long, delicate, but held within them the strength that spoke of a longtime gunfighter. His boots made no sound as he stepped out to meat these people, and he did not either. This was related to why they stared, of course.
Whoeever this man had one been, he was now headless.
There was a moment where no one knew what to make of him, where his erratic, jerky movements suddenly made more sense and the ponderous shadow where his neck should have been beckoned to them like some deadly secret. Everyone there wanted to look at where his neck should have met his shoulders, to see if he still had a wounded stump or smooth torso, but they knew that this was a creature of horror and if they should look they would surely die, as children imagined they would die if they dared to look under their beds.
The headless man drew one of his guns and fired off a round at Fare, hitting the squeaky creature in the hip and sending him to the ground. He did not hesitate before raising his pistol and aiming at Chase's chest. Two more shots rang out.
It had begun.
What came out of the woods was a man - or must once have been. He wore a plain white shirt under a dark brown leather jacket, and the belt holding up his cotton jeans also held the two semiautomatic pistols resting on his hips. His fingers were long, delicate, but held within them the strength that spoke of a longtime gunfighter. His boots made no sound as he stepped out to meat these people, and he did not either. This was related to why they stared, of course.
Whoeever this man had one been, he was now headless.
There was a moment where no one knew what to make of him, where his erratic, jerky movements suddenly made more sense and the ponderous shadow where his neck should have been beckoned to them like some deadly secret. Everyone there wanted to look at where his neck should have met his shoulders, to see if he still had a wounded stump or smooth torso, but they knew that this was a creature of horror and if they should look they would surely die, as children imagined they would die if they dared to look under their beds.
The headless man drew one of his guns and fired off a round at Fare, hitting the squeaky creature in the hip and sending him to the ground. He did not hesitate before raising his pistol and aiming at Chase's chest. Two more shots rang out.
It had begun.
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Ooc: Good news for you Tes, the forest is completely bone and sand, nothing burnable, so have fun.
The sand beneath the headless gunman's feet slightly shifted and wires shot out to catch the bullets making almost a musical ringing as they did so. He quickly glanced over at the fuzzle. No major injuries, but it appears a little angry.
Chase took a step to the left and raised his hands into the air. Wires pulled out of the ground and pierced the Headless attacker. Dragging him, arms spread, between two trunks.
"My little ally, I believe you have something for this fellow."
The sand beneath the headless gunman's feet slightly shifted and wires shot out to catch the bullets making almost a musical ringing as they did so. He quickly glanced over at the fuzzle. No major injuries, but it appears a little angry.
Chase took a step to the left and raised his hands into the air. Wires pulled out of the ground and pierced the Headless attacker. Dragging him, arms spread, between two trunks.
"My little ally, I believe you have something for this fellow."
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OoC: WH00T!!! BURN!!!! -pyromaniac-
Ic: Ouch!
Fare got hit! The little creature got knocked back in shock and hit on the hip area. Fare, though only got minor damage from the headless....thing... apparently got a little mad. All he was doing was minding his own business and here comes this Headless Horseman (xD) and he shoots him! Now you pay the price for getting such a cute creature very mad.
He noticed the bullet only skimmed him, but it was enough to make him mad. Fare looked over at the same person who just about saved him, and now his new enemy was pined against the trunk by his new ally.
Fare took a deep breath, and he suddenly exhaled a huge stream of fire, the hot and burning sensation known to singe the skin and clothes, and to kill people. The fire was heading at a high rate towards the headless man, and Fare blew an extreme amount of it, not bothered by it. In fact, his hair IS fire, just solid-like.
The fire was heading towards the Headless man, ready to burninate him.
OoC: Burninate is probably not a word. xD
Ic: Ouch!
Fare got hit! The little creature got knocked back in shock and hit on the hip area. Fare, though only got minor damage from the headless....thing... apparently got a little mad. All he was doing was minding his own business and here comes this Headless Horseman (xD) and he shoots him! Now you pay the price for getting such a cute creature very mad.
He noticed the bullet only skimmed him, but it was enough to make him mad. Fare looked over at the same person who just about saved him, and now his new enemy was pined against the trunk by his new ally.
Fare took a deep breath, and he suddenly exhaled a huge stream of fire, the hot and burning sensation known to singe the skin and clothes, and to kill people. The fire was heading at a high rate towards the headless man, and Fare blew an extreme amount of it, not bothered by it. In fact, his hair IS fire, just solid-like.
The fire was heading towards the Headless man, ready to burninate him.
OoC: Burninate is probably not a word. xD
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OoC: Well Galefore, I was gonna wait on you after t3hDarkness' post, but I think I better try to save myself real quick. -OoC
Everything happened so quickly that it seemed like a nightmare.
The headless tore himself loose from the wire, blood spraying all around him like a fountain, severing one of the bones of each of his arms and nearly cleaving his spine. His blood rained down onto the sand below as the tremendous fireball raged towards him, and, digging his hands into the stained ground, he scooped up two great clot-filled globs, just moist enough to hold their consistency. Then? He threw them.
The handfuls of sand retained their shape only long enough to pass through the stream of fire - and as they entered that inferno, the sand burned, it caught aflame it melted, all the moisture from the headless one's blood blazing up and disappearing into the flames. As the sand melted it fused, and became clear, until two muddy globs of molten glass were passing through the flames. This took only a moment, the length of a heartbeat, and as they were still in the light of the flames neither Fare nor Chase saw them coming.
The stream of flames from Fare's mouth was cut short as liquid glass as hot as the flames themselves slammed into his fac with such force that it knocked him over backwards - if he could burn it was burning him, but if he couldn't it still hurt like Hell.
For Chase, the headless man's aim had been about fourteen inches too low - lucky for him, else the eyes of his mask would have been filled with the stuff. The glass slammed into his chest, and whatever cloth was there caught fire, and whatever metal was there began to feel like it was on fire. He could feel it burning him, knew it might even be able to kill him - but he has time to get it off, if he hurried.
The headless man, hands running with rivers of blood, picked up his guns again, aimed at all of his opponents, and began to fire.
OoC: There. Now what will all of you do? -OoC
Everything happened so quickly that it seemed like a nightmare.
The headless tore himself loose from the wire, blood spraying all around him like a fountain, severing one of the bones of each of his arms and nearly cleaving his spine. His blood rained down onto the sand below as the tremendous fireball raged towards him, and, digging his hands into the stained ground, he scooped up two great clot-filled globs, just moist enough to hold their consistency. Then? He threw them.
The handfuls of sand retained their shape only long enough to pass through the stream of fire - and as they entered that inferno, the sand burned, it caught aflame it melted, all the moisture from the headless one's blood blazing up and disappearing into the flames. As the sand melted it fused, and became clear, until two muddy globs of molten glass were passing through the flames. This took only a moment, the length of a heartbeat, and as they were still in the light of the flames neither Fare nor Chase saw them coming.
The stream of flames from Fare's mouth was cut short as liquid glass as hot as the flames themselves slammed into his fac with such force that it knocked him over backwards - if he could burn it was burning him, but if he couldn't it still hurt like Hell.
For Chase, the headless man's aim had been about fourteen inches too low - lucky for him, else the eyes of his mask would have been filled with the stuff. The glass slammed into his chest, and whatever cloth was there caught fire, and whatever metal was there began to feel like it was on fire. He could feel it burning him, knew it might even be able to kill him - but he has time to get it off, if he hurried.
The headless man, hands running with rivers of blood, picked up his guns again, aimed at all of his opponents, and began to fire.
OoC: There. Now what will all of you do? -OoC
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OoC: Bump. I will not accept you newcomes backing out on me! RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE! -OoC
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Ooc. I very sorry for being so late here is my post.
Bullets flew at the startled combatants but most of them hit only the demon acting as a shield for the rest of the team. The shots ripped though the demon’s chest and torso with soft, quick thuds. A fine red mist surrounded the torn up demon when the barrage finally stopped. Zaraku grined maliciously “is that all.” Then drove his hand into his own body and pulled out a blood drenched broadsword. He charged at the headless gunner while trying to dodge a second bombardment. Getting about a meter away from the gunner the demon spread his hand-like wings and with the right wing he grabed the gunner and impaled him onto a bone spike. From the amount of lead in him, the demon falls to his knees breathing heavily.
Bullets flew at the startled combatants but most of them hit only the demon acting as a shield for the rest of the team. The shots ripped though the demon’s chest and torso with soft, quick thuds. A fine red mist surrounded the torn up demon when the barrage finally stopped. Zaraku grined maliciously “is that all.” Then drove his hand into his own body and pulled out a blood drenched broadsword. He charged at the headless gunner while trying to dodge a second bombardment. Getting about a meter away from the gunner the demon spread his hand-like wings and with the right wing he grabed the gunner and impaled him onto a bone spike. From the amount of lead in him, the demon falls to his knees breathing heavily.