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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ahh, the sweet relief of a Plan B gone right filled Zeus with the satisfaction his oppressor Locke had been feeling not too long before. He had moved to follow Vaudevillian when he was stopped by a few androids quick to their feet. In the chaos of people moving everywhere, no one noticed the electric charge pulsing through Zeus and springing from his hands and leaping onto the androids, shutting them down almost instanteneously. He noticed a city girl chasing after Vaudevillian.
With a click, he thew himself forward, dashing at speeds impossible for Orids, or Terrans for that matter. He caught up to the girl and slowed down to keep her pace. The man referred to Zeus looked over his shoulder to see Locke running forward, gun brandished. Instinct Drive kicking in, he began to move to the alleyway beside him, but he also thought of the girl beside him. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her with him into the alleyway as Locke began his ballistic bonanza. He let go of her once in the alleyway and called out to her, saying "Follow me if you want to live!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "You're dealing with Red Eye, a team created to deal with riots! How they handle riots is by killing everyone involved and using their public team to write an explanation for the actions! So, come!"
He then turned and started running down the alleyway, making a sharp right and disappearing from Alexis' view. It seemed for the time being he and Vaudevillian would be taking seperate paths. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "By now, Gadget's survellience cameras will have marked you. Until we clear this up, you're as wanted as I am. We have to head for my own personal hideout, out of the sweep zone."
The man slowly turned around and began to run again, but he stopped. "By the way, Zeus is just a codename. You can call me Kenneth Ride, or Ken for short." With that, he turned, and with a seemingly unnoticable electrical vibe to him, he dashed down the alleyway, up over a garbage disposal box, and up a small one story building, moving unbelievably fast. He turned around and reached out to his new accomplice. "Jump off the crate and grab my hand!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Ken knew now he was going to be in heavy danger. He was somewhat responsible for 3 lives, and seperated from his teammate. Not only that, but Locke would be there in seconds. He jumped down from the roof, landing with skill and style. He patted Alexis' shoulder and looked into her eyes.
"I've known you the longest out of everyone here, even though that's a few seconds. I want you to lead these people to the bar known as The Gilded Mirror. Ask for Vincent. Wait for me there. You'll be safe for as long as nessecary. It's in Sector 4. I'll hold off Locke and the rest of the cleaners. Now go!" As he turned and watched them all run down the labyrinth of alleyways, he noticed the heavy, familiar footsteps of an old friend. Locke turned the corner and whipped out a machine gun from his jacket, though it appeared to the eye he had no place for it there before. He screamed, "Die, you fucking traitor!" and released a volley of heavy caliber machine gun blasts. Ken slowly extended his hand and from it an electrical field flew from it, stopping the hail of bullets. Locke cursed, dropping the machine gun once out of ammo and drawing from the same location on his jacket two revolvers. He twirled them in his hands as Ken began crackling with electricity. "I am not a traitor, because I am not the man I was when I was allied with you." The two glared and charged at each other, and from the rapidly moving perspective of the new allies, explosions and gunfire was all that could be heard. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Rain had begun to fall outside the Gilded Mirror, making the outside sounds and going ons hidden beneath the gentle curtain of sound it brought with it. No one on the third story was aware that someone had entered the bar . The bartender did, however. A rain-drenched man, with ice cold, yet fiery red eyes, stepped into the bar, wearing the official Red-Eye uniform.
He walked quickly past the bar and headed for the stairs, though his stride was slow. The steps creaked underneath his step as he made his way to the third floor. Soon, he was upon the entrance to the room where all the others waited in discussion. The door slowly opened and the man walked in, catching every eye. Kenneth Ride smiled slightly. "Mission accomplished, Vincent. I couldn't kill Locke, as properly evading gunfire in an alleyway is rather difficult, but I properly evaded him. He's stuck in the sewer. Now, if everyone here would most promptly hand me your Life Co. serial cards, I do request them. Very bad things could happen to all of us if you don't." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| OOC: Read along, then!
BIC: Ken grimaced. He had to act quickly. "Your Life Co. identification card, you know? Your serial card that has your personal information and credit information on it?! I need it! We can be tracked by it, and be executed in our sleep. You have all been tagged by Red Eye. You're fugitives, allies in the cause, even if you are unwilling. If they track you, they will kill you. Please, I have to destroy them. I will let you watch me while I do so to know I am not lying." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| OOC: You need one to buy things. You live in the city, you buy things. You live in the city, thus you have one to buy stuff. Answer your question?
"Ah, you seem to think yourself smart, friend? Well, allow me to tell you a tale. The main reason we had to blow up that building was to disable the tracking systems. The emergency systems will be on soon, and before that happens and they know where we are, I'd like to be rid of them." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| They seriously punished you for getting hit by a car?! That's horrible! My condolences, man, hope you feel better. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi Alester versus Leon Sagara
It had been a long, long time since Cairoi had been eager to fight anyone. His previous fights had been with pathetic ruffian, and he had made quick work of them. He had yet to really get his fiery blood racing in a long, long time. But now, on this cold winter day, he felt it in his bones. A true rival was going to come his way. Cairoi was walking down a long highway, with nothing but wasteland in either direction. He had left his home knowing the city, knowing he would not find any excitement there. He began wandering, as his heart told him to, searching for the fight his body and mind craved with endless passion. To any who saw him, he seemed an average male. He had medium length brown hair, parted in the middle, and only reaching his chin in the back. He had an attractive face, clear of facial hair, and his green eyes offset his complexion. He wore a plan white T-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and black sneakers. Around his T-shirt he had on a black jacket, with a red cross on the back. He also had on black knuckle gloves, tight and made of a leather-ish substance. To truly almost any eye, he seemed almost average. But to those who knew, this was the man carrying the Immortal Rage Flame, the Cross Scar energy, and the power to rival gods. And this man, truly one of the strongest in the world, eagerly desired a man worthy of his power. And so, he waited, wandered, and wished for an oppurtunity to live again in battle. (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-11-07 01:20 AM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi smiled as well, a very satisfied smirk that accented his readiness. He turned around, facing Leon head on. His left hand slowly rose, and with a strange flick, the hand seemed to engulf in a green flame, known as the Immortal Rage Flame.
"Leon D. Sagara, King of Demons. Just the kind of person I was looking for." He took a few steps into the middle of the street, and when he stopped, the fire in his hand grew larger and more fierce. "Formalities aside, I have a request, old friend. It's been far too long since my blood has seen a good battle." Cairoi's smile widened, and his eyes seemed to glow with the passion of the flames beside him. "Care to help me out?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "Damn right!"
Cairoi bent down close to the ground and pushed off, flying at Leon as fast as he could. At the moment he pushed off the ground, the fire in his hand exploded, creating a humongous green fireball encasing his entire fist. He swung his left fist at Leon with incredible might, and the fireball burst madly, creating a torrent of his green flame with the punch. "YA!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I love your work as always, Makura. I wasn't orginally going to read this, but you happened to work in the subject of the soul in the beginning, something I've been thinking very, very deeply about lately, and that grabber forced me to read it.
I'm happy I got to read it.  You outclass me beyond comprehension, and I hope one day you can make success out of your skill. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I was prompted to write my thoughts on souls , despite thinking constantly about it lately, but rather because of Xeogaming's own Makura's work "Big Wall of Water". If you read this and haven't read her work, you're missing out. Go read that. If you already have, then if you wish to hear me ramble, here you are.
Just like the earth we live on, nothing is the same. Everything is constantly flowing and ebbing, including the air we breathe, the majestic mountaintops, everything. While things might seem to possibly last an eternity, in truth everything is doomed to be deconstructed and reconstructed. Light, air, our bodies, I see with this finite vision that what I see now is doomed to alter irreversibly every day of my life. Inside my mind, the intangible object of my conciousness, my soul, is also changing. However, I cannot bring myself to believe I have but one soul. I am not a constant being, I display every shade of characteristic that one can use to describe a human being. I can be nice, I can be mean, I can be optimistic, I can be pessimistic. This self-realization has prompted me to pour deep into my mind and try and describe what others refer to as my soul. Having done so for weeks upon end, I have come to the realization that I am more than just one. I have multiple souls, "faces" if you will that drive my decision making and thought processes. I believe I have pinpointed the number down to four souls total, but if you seem suprised by this statistic, keep in mind that many humans before me, even societies like the Egyptians, have believed we are not of one whole soul. And this is my opinion. I have named my souls, named the domain they rule, and present them now to you, so you may be familiarized before the story begins. The first soul, the one I have dubbed Indigeo (needs in Latin). This is my instinct personified. I once believed my instinct was my true soul, but I see it now for only a fraction of who I am. The inner desires that burn within me, that I cannot simply ignore but can choose to not act on, these are the works of Indigeo. He is my brash, gluttonous, lustful self, and whether or not I wish to deny those traits of myself, he is a part of me. The second subject is my need to fit into society as well as my inner child, Amicus. Translated as friendship, this is the soul that was grafted onto me throughout my childhood. Like the child that always seeks friends, that always ask whether or not this or that is right, this soul is often my consciousness, arguing with my instinct on what is morally acceptable or not. My third soul is Ars. Ars is the soul of skill, and talent. Talent, from childhood, finds what you are acknowleged at good at, and then drives to succed innately, as to have claim to fame. Everyone has talent, but it must be honed to truly accomplish great feats. Ars is my self, acts in the name of the angel Muse. She is who gives me the magic vision that allows me to see things to wish to write about, and the library of knowledge that feeds the words of my heart onto paper. And finally, there is me. The mask, the part of me that everyone knows. My name is John, I was born in May, and I am a male. I have brown hair and I "am nice". This is not so much an individual soul, but the facts, genetic codes, and location that also alter who I am. I have no characteristics of my own. This is all that I may tell you, so far. I don't really know who I am, so all my theorizing and classifying could very well be for moot. For the story I will begin to live will come soon, and knowing that nothing is constant, it could very well mean that all the things I think make up me could change. For you see, in this tale, my friends, my souls come to life, at least for me. I will tell you the tale, and you may unload onto me your views. But my soul, or my souls for that matter, are not yours to control. Nor mine, for that matter. I leave them to the powers that be, Fate or God or just Time itself. Let the chaos begin. Please keep in mind not only is this the first draft, no revisions or anything, but it is only the opening monolouge or chapter to the work I wish to work on. It is not a complete work upon itself. The true and actual story has yet to begin. With these things in mind, please, let me know what you think. (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-14-07 12:35 AM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| As soon as Leon brought his foot back, Cairoi did the same with his head. When the foot was set to land squarely on his chin, he brought his head down in a furious headbutt, negating the force of the kick, leaving a small mark on his forehead. The recoil, however, caused him to fly slightly backwards, and with a quick flip in the air, he repositioned himself. Both his hands caught aflame once more, and he used fireballs in his hands to propel himself back Leon, who would be still recovering from the kick. He launched two more punches, a right hook then left in quick succession at Leon's chest, while both hands were aflame. Cairoi was really starting to enjoy himself. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi, thrown off balance by being pushed off of, used his imbalance to his advantage. He did a half-backflip, lifting his feet up so they blocked each of the punches with relative ease. His legs bent in fluidly with the punches, and he He pushed off and went straight backwards, now using his abilitiy to fly to stay afloat instead of shockwaves. He began charging his Rage Flame energy in his left hand as he flew backwards. With a quick spin, he had stopped his movement and his charge, and with deft skill, he pointed his hand out at Leon and unleashed condensed Rage Flame in the shape of a green beam, flying incredibly quickly at him. It would still operate as fire, but with more pow per square inch. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Clash stepped into the colisseum, eyeing up his competition. He wore a loose but small amber toga-like garment that was kept tightly in check underneath the man's light and form fitting khaki pants. The toga had strange white markings on the shirt, an insignia of a falcon on the back. The man had strange scars on his visible shoulder, evidence he had seen battle once. Hanging off his waist was a longsword sheathed in an intricate mesh of different levels of tanned leather. This man had a devilish grin on his face, stubble forming on his chin, medium length shaggy blond hair on his head, and a look in his hazel eyes that told you he had seen the world.
He cracked his knuckles and smiled at his new opponent. "Ay, I've been looking for a good partner, and I challenged you to see if you're up to snuff. Go all out so I can see if you're worth the title!" Clash clenched his right fist and pointed it at Darynia. "Alright then, let's rock!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi acted quickly, calling upon his Cross Scar energy. His left hand glew red and when the ball flew at him, he used his Red Cross Scar to absorb it. The force it caused him to get knocked back, however. He adjusted himself in the air and his left hand rose, inflaming once more with the green fire.
"This is what I've wanted! A real battle!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Kenneth Ride was staring outside the window, and he felt in his bones, the same intuitive chill that plagued him since a child. The rain fell harder and harder, but inside him he felt the true storm had yet to rage. Without turning, he addressed the group in a stern, emotionless face.
"I know now in my heart that my decision may have triggered a new age of chaos." From outside, the buzz of helicopters could be heard, and their spotlights could be seen, scouring the city. "I'm sorrier than I could ever say to all of you in this room, even to you, Vincent. I started this. I convinced you to leave the organization with me, and so implicated you to a life of criminalism. And to you all, innocent bystanders, I am in deeper regret." And at this, Ken turned around, facing the group. He was soaked, but he still commanded a fierce and powerful presence. "You have no sins to repent, no crimes committed, but yet you will be still hunted. If I lose my life protecting any of you, don't try to avenge me. I will consider my debt to you paid. But, I still have a reason to live, as I hope you all do as well. We are now accidential allies in a fight against a corrupt organization. I can train you, I can protect you, I can die for you, but I will not make a decision for you without your consent. I ask you all now, will you join my side? It will likely be irreversible, and also fatal. But, it is what I ask. Will you assist me?" Ken stared deeply at these people. They were a motley crew, to be sure, but he saw potential in each and every one of them. If they desired training, they were looking at a professional. But, they needed to will it for themselves. "If you accept my offer, we will begin plotting our escape of the city. We will not be safe here as a group. Once we're out of the city, we'll be going to my good friend the Marquis' residence in neutral territory. However, if any of you choose to decline my offer, I will see to it I find a way for you to be safe and to return you home. Once there, I cannot protect you. You will likely never hear from me again." He turned around as the spotlight from a helicopter grew closer to the building and shut the curtains. As he did so, he said one final statement, "If you wish to ask me a question, feel free. I will answer your question as best I can." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Cairoi clenched his fist, which now glew a bright crimson. Using Red Cross Scar energy to encase his body in a light temporary shield, he absorbed all of the Bit Shards that would have hit him. He disabled the shield and smiled, charging energy deep within him. His body began to emnate a strange white aura, and his eyes flew open, his Hawkeyes becoming active. A strong wind seemed to whirl about him ferociously.
"I feel it! I feel the thrill of true battle!" |
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