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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 3:43:42 GMT
The deep dark secret tunnels, such a great place to meet the messenger to give him his new mission, a minor "boss" per say. He had accomplished the most recent missions of helping take out one of the two worlds recently attacked, one world... Just wonderfully happened to be his own. He was in a great mood, felt absolutely accomplished at everything he had done.
Why with his new dark powers, he could see with cat-eyes easily through the darker and darker portion of the tunnels. With his two new shiny guns, he had finally felt like the greatest Mafia Boss... Why with the death of that pitiful women's son, there wasn't any heir, leaving only him to be the heir of the very gang he destroyed. Ahh how pleased he was sure his Mistress would be with him, an experiment achieving so much.
He stood waiting in the meeting spot, a goofy overachieved cocky grin on his face. His body was relaxed holding a black jacket, his heart throbbing from the little bit of darkness in his blood. A part of him was proud at his little perfect Somebody body, just right there... Incomplete heartless, all the strength, but all the brilliance of Somebody. Oh, how little he actually knew, how little he actually realized. He thought he was a hotshot? He couldn't even kill the very rival he had, why... He couldn't even outsmart the punk Tye, the one that he learned from the shadows was tortured.
None of this matter now, only his Mistress, and his great experimented Cat-like body is what mattered. He calmly sniffed the air, caught the scent of an approaching Heartless. "Awwhhh... I thought you would never come." He spoke outloud with slight teasing mocking voice, as his ice blue sharped iris eyes focused in on the approaching scent. A moving shadow, a heartless, a simple messenger... One he would one day beat and take over as well, why with all this power, he needed ambition? The fools of his past were long gone, time to move on.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jul 18, 2015 9:19:08 GMT
 LIGHT ♕ DARK First mission. Finally. On his way over to the meeting place, Diablo slipped through the shadows of the night. He was finally the Silhouette that he once was and was supposed to be. This was what he trained for. This was what he was supposed to be. Strong, powerful, fast. It couldn't get any better than this.
Pace... @gingerfrost12... That silly creature thought he was so hot. He'd been watching that thing for several days now, when Mikhail wasn't watching him of course... It was kind of strange to say the least. That Mikhail was keeping such a close eye on him. Perhaps his mistress didn't trust him? Well... honestly he didn't care. It was more attention. He loved the attention. Especially from Mikhail. The silly boy was so amusing to banter with. It was brilliant.
Yeah, the mistress briefed him on Pace. Why Lilith didn't kill him herself didn't make any sense, but whatever. He was happy to oblige. Finally he'd get to play around with an opponent. Even if it would be only for a short time. So he did know of Pace's condition and possible strengths and weaknesses. He wasn't going to go through with this without his research. So whenever he would go to watch Pace work it would be downwind, making sure he wasn't scented by the pathetic piece of trash. That sneaky bastard was doing exactly as the mistress said he was.
But this time... This time he decided to mess around with the kitty cat man. The little experiment. Thats all he was after all. An experiment. Diablo on the other hand was the real deal. And thats what he would show this scrawny irritating little kitty.
So this time he walked into the area from the shadows, allowing himself so be scented. His dragon pacing several steps behind him. Sarayu wasn't much bigger then a cat, but certainly acted like one. Instead of its lovely white and blue appearance before hand, it now had sleek black feathers with bright yellow tips, his eyes glowed gold within the night of the tunnels.
"Awwwwhhh, I though you would never come." His tone was mocking, proud, overconfident. Diablo stepped out of the shadows, his black hood over his yellow eyes, a white grin on his face, and his feet smoking with transparent shadows. The silly boy knew not of what he was getting into.
"I'm sorry to say, but you are sadly mistaken. And I'm absolutely sure you won't be happy about your new mission which I'm about to debrief you on."
His dark yellow eyes peeked out from under the shadows of his hood. "What do you say Pace? Are you ready to move up a step?" THIS POST HAS 0456 WORDS FOR THE somebody pace sylphic. THE AUTHOR HAS SOME NOTES ABOUT IT: awee, lets mess with the kitty's head just a little bit alright? PHARAOH LEAP. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 17:05:22 GMT
A figure began revealing itself a hood covering most of its face, only showing a white grin. Right in the direction Pace was facing, he felt a surge of encouragement of how well his senses worked even in the mostly dark tunnels. The figure began speaking about the mission, ahh time for the juicy details, time for the newest achievement to be plastered on his wall. Take that dead masked hero, if he couldn't be a mask hero, he'll be the ultimate supervillain.
The figure claimed he wouldn't enjoy the mission, oh but every mission was to be enjoyed. Did this creature not understand the thrills he sought? How he enjoyed each life threatening situation, why if his mistress would let him he'll take most dangerous... Be willing to do anything, to be notice, to be in the spotlight, to be filled with that since of accomplishment. The figure showed its yellow eyes, the eyes of the everyday heartless, eyes he would blissfully never have. His bright red and blue were all he needed, something those fools Somebodies forget trading their complete souls.
With that the minor boss asked him if he was ready to move on up, his worked finally paid off. Why, with each little slight death of camaraderie... They all were just heartless or failures... He knew the time would come, come for them to move him up. They had no one left, and he achieved every mission, it was foolish for them to keep sending little team-mates... They only got in the way, and those who showed potential to beat him, well... They certainly weren't that potential were they? None could handle the extreme like him, he was ready alright, ready to move on up and be recognized. He was a successful experiment, and he so proudly wore it like a badge. "Why wouldn't have it any other way." His answered slyly, proudly, ever so foolishly.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jul 18, 2015 17:34:25 GMT
LIGHT ♕ DARK The man was way too cocky for his own good. Brilliant! So was Diablo. Why, life wouldn't be any fun without the overconfidence, the rush of the moment, the shiver he got with every new scream. Thats what Pace was going to do when he was nearly done with this session. And Diablo would sit and listen to it for hours upon hours. Oh such sweet music it brought to his ears.
"Why I wouldn't have it any other way." If possible Diablo's grin drew wider and his black dragon eyes became slits, making his iris mostly a bright yellow in the pale light. Sarayu began to slip into the light from behind him gracefully hoping onto his shoulders like a pampered feline. His long neck nudged his cheek and absentmindedly he lifted his hand and began to stroke the little beast.
"Foolish little kittykat. I commend you for your overconfidence. But I'm afraid you've been noticed. And what's been noticed has not been appreciated. If you win this mission then you will be brought up in the ranks. But this assignment is to the death. And this time, you've messed with the wrong queen. She does not forgive treachery from her subjects."
He laughed whole heartedly and donned his flight staff. The object growing in his fingers. Once it was full sized he slipped off his hood and the shadow smoke at his feet danced thicker, swifter. "Prepare to die Kitty." THIS POST HAS 0456 WORDS FOR THE somebody pace sylphic. THE AUTHOR HAS SOME NOTES ABOUT IT: bleh. >> Don't think I like this post too much... PHARAOH LEAP. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 18:02:03 GMT
The heartless eyes grew into sharper slits, only yellow in a void of darkness. Why it was almost like the void ate away the light in his heart, such pitiful weakness in heartless. What was the point of being alive? If you had no heart? It was like drinking a beer without the alcohol, you have a beer, but just not the same. A reason the great, faster, more powerful hybrids were best quality. Nothing absolutely could compare to their emotional sensitivity, but overwhelming strength and desire to continue on. Heartless easily fall by just the tiny bit of magic, there was even a legend... A key! A key could kill them! Haha!
A creature from the shadows, well he smelled that too, the little sidekick beast. He loathed sidekicks of any kind, luckily having partners wondering the night. He couldn't have a sidekick, a partner... Ever. They were just useless pieces of meat meant to die, or maybe even eaten should his animalisitic desires choose to take that path.
Well well, busted was he? She didn't appreciated it? Then why offer this great opportunity, one he could definitely pass up. This was just like any old video game, beat the boss, level up. Obviously this foolish heartless was too cocky for his own good, thinking he was just gonna win this battle, just like that. He hasn't seen a hybrid, how special they truly are.
The minor boss began laughing, summoning a lame weapon as a staff, fog began to gather around his feet. Obviously this heartless just for show, nothing could compare that to flat out animal instinct... Why even those ever sharp eyes were just evidence of too much, too fast. With a slight sharper grin, pace's eyes turned a bright red, his claws extended out, cream colored cat ears appeared out of his tail, soon followed by a tail... But then tail was covered by his blue hooded jacket. The cat pulled out his two black gang pistols. "You should just quit, you will only regret it, I have a killer shot."
He already planned his first attack, shoot a pipe, have bullet bounced off till hitting the given target that little sidekick in the chest. Specially made bullets of finest quality of holy water and magic, he personally designed them. It was one of the many designs he planned to show off to Tye, that brat who believed was to be the biggest genius of the family, who won the bastard son's heart. His tail twitched on the back of his caught at the obnoxious fact he didn't get to kill the boy, he had a huge puzzle plan... Why a maze with very dangerous desires and temptations, all little gadgets he made... Just to show off to the stupid sidekick.
Taking the daring first move, to get this all over with... After the minor boss didn't drop down, he fired his pistol. The bullet making clinging and clacking noises as it made its around at the aimed timed targets, eventually shooting off toward the final sidekick target. Pace already moving to take cover behind a water pipeline, deciding just where to aim next. Ears listening to every muscle movement sound made, noise smelling out the enemy's exact location.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jul 18, 2015 19:40:44 GMT
LIGHT ♕ DARK The precious kitty made the first move, to his great delight. clink clink clank... The bullet moved throughout the tunnels dangerously, but Diablo didn't seem to move. He just stood there, watching the idiot run into hiding with a smile. Sarayu peering at the man with bored yellow eyes.
sssssssit. came the sound of the bullet as it went right passed Diablo's ear and into the heart of the black feathered dragon. He turned his surprised expression over to it as it slid off his shoulder and fell to the floor, dead. He stared at it laying on the ground for a brief couple of moments before he looked back up at where Pace was hiding from his run away bullets. A sly grin formed on his lips and he moved away from where he was standing to reveal a circular cracked design on the wall right behind him. In the middle of it a mutilated black bullet was lodged in the cement.
His smile widened. Then the image of the dragon flickered and disappeared. "Impressive.." He said to the other assassin. His pupils widening, the other man's emotions pouring into him. He needed to know how the other man felt. He needed to know his movements. Not perfectly, but feelings and emotions gave so much away. And they were like a running river. Constantly moving and constantly changing. All he had to do was follow the flow.
"But I would expect nothing less from an impure, filthy experiment test." THIS POST HAS 0456 WORDS FOR THE somebody pace sylphic. THE AUTHOR HAS SOME NOTES ABOUT IT: bleh. >> Don't think I like this post too much... PHARAOH LEAP. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 20:42:03 GMT
Taking a calm breath, he looked toward where the bullet should have made it marked, it made direct contact. The creature had died, or at least that was how it seemed when it vanished showing where a circle were the bullet made contact to the concrete. He felt slightly confused, but quickly assumed the little sidekick was dead for good, that it was merely a shadow of the past.
The minor boss spoke out, voice sounding very smooth, he was impressive wasn't he? He felt slight surge of encouragement and pride toward the minor boss comment, why he even felt saying something himself. "Isn't it? Learned it in matter of 3 years, second to fastest in my homeworld."
The minor boss began speaking again commenting on how he "would expect nothing less", he ended it with "impure, filthy experiment test". Why the words should have at least slightly break down some of the ego, it only made him feel slightly more cocky than before. Why it was always great to be a little experiment, all the great scientists were experiments themselves. That... sidekick.. He performed experiment all the time, man how he hated the guy, but hey scientist all the same. He spoke out again glee in his voice, "Experiments are off the rage, haven't you heard? They have the best talents out there, no normal Somebody could achieve."
He looked around mapping out his next movements, calculating what his enemy will probably do. All taunts were probably ending, this battle was going to get serious fast, bullet reload finished why the fool talked. Like a cat he smoothly placed the handguns into their slots, then slipped silently into the upper pipeline railing. His eyes watching the enemy closely, planning the best he could ahead, slipping out of his coat using the darkness for cover up. He left the blue coat hanging on a pipe to make it look like he was standing there, set a small mini auto gun near by. From there he slipped easily through the pipes to the east side of the room, wrapping a metal chord around the various pipes he passed to allow easier movement, and most important more targets to ricochet from.
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