BoD v. SotM -- KOS-MOS challenging LocoColt04

[LocoColt04]

Well, as I promised you, I'd let you re-post your original intro so that your work wouldn't go to waste. By all means, let's get this going. Even if it's just the two of us that end up in this faux tournament, at least we can have some fun.

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[Gorath Sodom]

(((((OOC: Thank you so much kind sir.)))))

(((((OOC: Prologue)))))

In the year AD 2346, roughly half the world's population has succumbed to the invasion of fierce, unworldly knights, hell bent on bathing the world in the sea of corruption and setting it a blaze in the flames of sin. It all began three years ago, when a portal from another universe opened over the plains of rural Europe. Their armies moved quickly, moving from city to city, laying everything in their path to waste. The joint union of several of the Earth's super powers and their combined military muscle offered little to no resistance. Tanks, Jet Fighters, Explosives, Guns, even Fusion Nuclear weaponry, were all toys compared to what these demons, the Brotherhood of Doom, could muster.

However, hope was not lost. An underground organization, its existence only rumored, has emerged after what is believed to be over two millenniums in exile. They are an order of mite and magic who preach neither purity, nor corruption. They are the true grays, the true centrists... A faction of truth. They have resurrected to maintain the balance of this world, intending to expel all evil or puritans who threaten the right of neutrality. For three years, these soldiers, whom fight to maintain balance, have exchanged blows with the blackness which aims to engulf everything. Who will triumph? Only time will tell...

(((((OOC: And now let us begin...)))))

A somewhat tall man tip toed across the stone floor of an ancient European castle, observing the structure for anything of relevance; be they of value or armaments. Upon closely inspecting this figure, dressed in a brown gi and wooden sandals, whom has a pale-green complexion, one would assume he is undead. He looked up and down, down and around, as his cold yellow eyes searched on. His jet black hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and he had two jet black sheaths, both made of iron, strapped to his side.

Click. Clack. Click.

He heard footsteps. Upon concentrating his sixth sense, he pondered, 'Someone is here, and whom ever it is possess abundant spiritual energies.' He was not sure who this person was, whether it was friend or foe. The undead ninja, this wraith, moved in the shadows, and would continue to do so until he was fully aware of what lurked in this long abandoned castle, which was filled with a pungent, stale odor.

Clack. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. In accordance to the undead assassin's calculations, the footsteps were less than twenty meters away.

He now stood in what appeared to be the grand dining area of this over sized, ruined estate, inspecting the room for this uninvited presence. The diamond chandeliers, broken off from the ceiling, lay to waste on the floor and long, wooden dining room table in tiny shards. There were many gaping holes in the stone wall, which allowed for the setting sun to pour though.

Cadavre placed his hands over his twin wakizashi's hilts, ready to unsheath if need be.

[LocoColt04]

((OOC: Only because this is a completely new character will this introductory post have the length that it does. Trust me, my following posts won't even begin to compare to this one. Also, I wanted to take advantage of my creative liberty. Oh, and thank you for your patience while I dealt with all of the medical stuff. It's over for now, at least until surgery in July. Also, I'm sorry this OOC is so long, but I need to send a thanks to vertamitlu and Archis for coming up with the character models for Trevor and Natalia, respectively. Thanks guys, I rather enjoy outside sources. It brings a freshness to my posts, and I really appreciate it.))





Spain, 2073 A.D.

"Some night, huh?"

"Elisa, you look wiped. You should get some sleep."

"...you do realize what you just said, right? You know people like us don't need sleep."

"Well sure, but you're no longer needed. Look, it's nothing personal, but it's my fault we're in this mess. It's over now, so I'll take care of cleaning it up. Just go. Go home. Go to sleep."

Elisabeth let out a heavy sigh. "Okay, okay. You win this round, Alec. But next time, we do things my way, got it? None of this 'oh, it's all my fault' bullshit when you--"

The iron knife whizzed past her left ear and impaled the wall behind her. "I believe that belongs to you," he smugly replied, grinning absurdly. She looked him over, considering a rebuttal, but opted to pass on the juvenile revenge. Instead, she tugged her knife out of the sandstone brick and stuck her tongue out at Alec. Swiping her survival pack off the floor, she turned and walked toward the front drawbridge of the old Spanish castle.

In the midst of World War III, it was a miracle for such an ancient landmark to still be standing. After dealing with anyone in their way, Alec and Elisabeth had finally gathered the world's superpowers for peace talks. The war was coming to an end. The United States was to be reverted to a democracy from its dictatorship, and Germany could breathe without worrying about another Swiss invasion. Every nuclear power on the planet was scheduled to destroy their arms within the week. The world was finally coming to peace with itself, and only due to the intervention of the Moderates.

Elisabeth stopped walking half a mile downhill from the castle. Kneeling, she looked inward, and disappeared.




Moderates' Headquarters, 2346 A.D., one week ago

Alec shoved her again, hoping to wake her up. When there was still no response, he gave her a final shove, knocking her clean off her bed and face-first into the unforgiving stone tile below. Elisabeth leapt to her feet, punching Alec square in the face without hesitation.

"Jackass."

Alec stared into her cold, gray eyes, finding no forgiveness. "I'm sorry," he started, motioning apologetically toward her. She shook her head as though it were nothing, and asked why she was awakened.


"...and that's why we need you. They've been killing our people left and right. We haven't awakened the entire force in almost three thousand years, but we have no choice. It's the Apocalypse, Elisa. The end is coming, and we need our best. I know you've been asleep for the past two and a half centuries, but I need your help. The Powers demanded the immediate deployment of our top four, and that's us. Trevor and Natalia are waiting in the hall. Get your things. We leave in five minutes."

Elisabeth remained speechless, staring off into the distance. How could the world come to this? And why the hell didn't they wake me up sooner?! For three years, this war has been going on... Alec noticed her zoning off, so he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Elisabeth snapped to attention and began gathering her equipment.

She tightened the tie on her short black cloak and reached for the two white leather belts on the nightstand. She strapped them tightly to her well-toned right thigh, and secured the four throwing knives between them. Struggling, she managed to strap another belt to each arm, holding sheathes for her daggers. She looked around her room as though she were lost in thought, forgetting something.

"Oh! Of course! I may need a few extra, considering the circumstances..."

Walking toward her closet, Elisabeth grabbed handfuls of various spells, shoving them into the pockets on either side of her cloak. She stopped once more, gazing about the room, looking for anything else she may need. Natalia began impatiently screaming from the hall, and Elisabeth left the room to join her colleagues.




Spain, 2346 A.D., present day

"Elisa, I'm bored. It's strangely dark outside, and it's the middle of the day. This is dreary, and stupid, too."

Trevor kicked Alec from behind, hoping it would shut him up. "Ow!" Apparently not.

"Hey Alec, remember the last time I was awake? We were somewhere around here, at that castle where we forced the peace talks to end World War III. You think that castle's still around?"

"I dunno, Elisa. It should be here somewhere. Over the next hill?"

She ran up to have a look for herself, but stopped dead in her tracks upon reaching the crest of the hill. "No..."

Trevor looked up. "E...lisa? What..."

As the other three joined her atop the hill and the sun broke through the darkness, their jaws dropped in disbelief. The land was scorched, and the castle was falling to pieces. There was a large commotion which could faintly be heard on the wind, and multiple figures seemed to circle what was left of the estate. Alec, unlike himself, broke into a sprint toward the castle with his left hand wrapped tightly around his katana's wooden sheath. Without thinking, the others followed, weapons already in hand.


Trevor's tattered white undershirt quickly became stained with blood and dirt as he swung his greataxe at the undead raiders. It didn't take long for him to discover that there wasn't any heart to aim for, so he adjusted by hacking their torsos entirely in half. Relaying the message to the others, he continued his hack-and-slash quest to clear a path through the relentless undead. They swung at him with their swords and axes, but only managed to lose their arms in the process.


Meanwhile, Natalia was knocking heads right off their shoulders with her bronze warhammer. The heavy mallet tore easily through the weak necks of the undead, but the bodies continued to attack her. Katars and rapiers scraped against her skin, ripping at her once-clean white pants as the headless corpses fell around her. A hand wrapped around her left ankle and was promptly broken by the weight of the hammer. A knife ripped at her white corset from behind, drawing blood and slicing the black string which kept it together. "Hey! You perverted little fucker!" Gripping the corset's black lace trim with the left hand, she swung the mallet with the right, punching a massive hole through the raider's chest. She grinned deviously as she released her grip on the corset and wrapped both hands around the warhammer.


As Elisabeth and Alec continued cleaning out bodies, Trevor's voice drifted over the commotion. "We've got things here! You two clear the inside!" An extended glance at Natalia's corset laying on the ground and an acknowledging nod later, Alec sliced his way through the barricade of bodies as Elisabeth batted cleanup with her twin daggers. Moments later, they were over the drawbridge and within the crumbling walls of the castle.


Things were eerily quiet, despite the noise behind them. The plaza was empty, but there was movement in the hall across from the main gate. The two approached cautiously. Something wasn't right.

Whatever had been in the hall was no longer there. The farther inward the two progressed, the quieter it became. Strange noises were heard from both the right and the left at the end of the hall. Whispering, Elisabeth began, "Alec, we should split up. If this is their western base of operations, we need to shut them down." Alec nodded in agreement, and went down the right pathway. Taking a deep breath, she sheathed her daggers, turned to her left, and began her lonely walk.

A muffled scream floated from the ninja as his katana dropped loudly to the floor. Elisabeth tensed up as the sounds drifted through the air behind her, and she slowly turned around. She couldn't see anything from where she stood, but she was afraid to move forward. Instinct told her not to go. Common sense told her not to go. Her millennia of training told her not to go. Her legs disagreed, and she found herself creeping down the hall Alec had taken.

As her long, exposed legs inched her forward unwillingly, her piercing gray eyes caught movement on the ceiling ahead of her. In one swift move, she ripped two throwing knives from her right thigh and planted them firmly in the otherworldly creature above. The heavy body fell with a resounding thud, echoing through the narrow halls. Elisabeth moved forward slowly, daggers at the ready. The creature showed no signs of life, but it showed no signs of death, either. It lay there, with one knife in its skull and another in its neck. Its long, needle-like legs twitched as they dripped with blood.

"No... it's not possible... Alec... no, no no NO!!!"

Elisabeth clasped her hands across her mouth in denial, rustling the abundance of scrolls at her sides. Her eyes grew wide as she began fumbling through the scrolls to her left side in search of a particular one.

"You... you bastard. He was like family to me. You, and every thing that came through that portal with you... will burn at my hands."

Elisabeth began focusing her chi and the spell floated up from her hands, spinning slowly in front of her. With an outward thrust of her right hand, the paper burst into flame, engulfing the remains of the four-legged creature. The scent of burning flesh desecrated her nostrils, and she began to crave the kill. Elisabeth was now a woman on a hunt. She reached into the inferno to retrieve her throwing knives, then stormed off in the opposite direction.

It was now deathly quiet.

As her bare feet marched softly toward the dining hall, she stepped into a pile of glass and broken china. Though the razor-sharp pieces impaled her feet, she didn't even slow down. Elisabeth clicked with every step, and could have cared less. She wanted the scum in charge to know she was coming. Her fight was no longer one of neutrality, but one of vengeance and anger. As she entered the hall, she noticed a figure standing amongst broken chandeliers and splintered wood. Her feet would take more of a beating than any other part of her body, but her focus now lay entirely upon the man in front of her. Without turning around, he placed his hands on his swords, expecting a fight.

"You're different from the others. I can tell. You're undead, but you're not undead. As far as I'm concerned, that means you're the one I need to kill."

Elisabeth unrolled an electricity scroll and slammed her right hand into it the moment it began to respond to her chi. A small bolt of electricity surged forth from the spell, racing toward the otherworldly assassin.

[Gorath Sodom]

The ninja assassin used one of his wakizashis as a lightning rod, tossing it infront of him. The blade absored all of the electric energy, making it safe for the wraith once more. After the coast was clear, he dived for his disregarded short sword. Just after placing a hand on it, he vanished.

The lady monk looked around, more than likely knowing he was still here as she felt the wind from his movements.

Cadavre moved with great speed, jumping from wall to wall. After several seconds, he ceased toying with his prey and make himself visible again, no more than three feet in front of Elisabeth. He hoped this would catch her off guard, immediately unsheathing a wakizashi and sending the blade her way.

[LocoColt04]

"Fuck!"

The shrieking voice seemed to stop time as the wakizashi slashed across Elisabeth's left arm, which she'd used to shield herself. A dagger fell to the ground as its leather sheath was released from its place upon her bicep. No one moved for what seemed like an eternity. The voice continued to echo through the once-grand dining hall as the sun continued to sink deeper beyond the horizon.

But time was not standing still, and Cadavre remained on the offensive. Shielding her face and chest, she leapt backward, landing on one of the few remaining pieces of the splintered dining table. With her left hand, she ripped her other dagger from its sheath on her right arm, passing it along to her right hand. She glared at Cadavre as he recovered from his swing. She tried not to grimace, but it was obvious the slash through her arm was painfully deep.

Blood began to fall around her with each of the slightest movements. The slash had rendered the arm useless until the shock could wear off and the bleeding could slow.

There was no place to run, nor to hide. There was no time to step aside and patch herself up. Her anger continued to grow exponentially. She began to charge, leaping from the table -- foolish, at best. As she closed in upon the undead assassin, she stepped quickly to her right, exposing only the injured left arm to her enemy, and whipped around behind him. She plunged the dagger downward, aiming for the spine as she gripped the floor with her toes.

[Gorath Sodom]

Cadavre noted how fierce the determination was in his adversary as she went on the offensive. It seemed she was displaying the utmost vehemence in her unorthodox tactic, though his experience told him to visualize it for what it truly symbolized: desperation.

The wraith told himself that she was upping the ante because her stamina was nearly depleted, and when this would come to pass, she would be vulnerable to the nth degree. The undead warrior abruptly chuckled to himself before he unconsciously, as if it were animal instinct, sidestepped her attack. 'This human's petty efforts have persisted long enough.'

The natural forces of mother nature were in full effect as the clouds in the sky began raining lightning, bursting through the castle's ceiling, giving a blessing to Cadavre's blades with a glowing aura of power. Energy surged through his body as his spiritual energies skyrocketed. “Allow me to display a divine feat your sentient mind could not possibly fathom.”

The wraith himself seemed to be glowing as the lightning itself seemed to be amplified through him several fold. He screamed with a grinding, agonizing screech as he plunged his twin wakizashis into the ground, creating a massive ripple effect in the stone floors which could very well be lethal. 'Let's see how she manages this time around,' he pondered most contently.