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Post by citizenmike on Jul 2, 2009 6:14:35 GMT -5
Judgment Day The Players: Tommy Tyrant, Mr. Psycho, and Sora Location: Anywhere In Animus
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 2, 2009 23:57:51 GMT -5
So there I was lying on my back on the pavement looking up at the sky of Animus. Today they were quite different in colours a mix of smooth sugary blends criss crossing eachother...
"I should stop smoking for a bit" I think to myself taking another drag then suffing it out on the concrete to the side of me. Rolling over, with the aid of the nearby benc I manage to get to my feet and stumble around thinking what do or where I shall go.
Padding myself down I check what I have on me, still just my hatchet, a lighter and a few joints. Kicking a dropped can I make my way down the street just thinking to myself, I have been here for quite some time now and I still have no idea why or how I got here.. It's quite aggrivating. Oh well we all have our bad days I guess and I lie down on the pavement again and light up another joint.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 3, 2009 19:43:38 GMT -5
Suddenly a body of a man comes crashing down right next to Tommy. His blood is splattered everywhere. "Oh, there he is" Out of nowhere appears Mr. Psycho, with the sharpest of smiles. "Hello my painted friend, I'll be right back" As he says this, he carries the mans body around the corner and into an alleyway. A blue light flashes, and Mr. Psycho walks out of the alleyway looking rather happy. "So... Excuse the interruption. How is the Wicked Clown?" Says Mr. Psycho, holding out his hand to help Tommy up.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 4, 2009 0:09:12 GMT -5
"Hehehehehehee.......hohohohoho.....tehehehe. Giggle giggle Mr. Psycho, I am in quite a happy mood right now how is my lovely amazing happy cancer patient doing?" Smiling broadly and cheesily holding his joint in one hand just looking up from the ground. Taking another drag I get up and take Mr. Psycho's hand. "So my friend. what was the reason or 'aliby' of this man? Standing there swaying gentley from side to side with the joint hanging out my mouth.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 5, 2009 11:40:35 GMT -5
"How are the two of you little rascals doing this afternoon?", The Black Goat asked as he appeared suddenly before them.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 6, 2009 16:51:46 GMT -5
I was too blazed to realise that some just appeared suddenly before me, the state I was in anyone had the power to do that.
"Hello." I say to the newcomer and I extend a hand to shake with his. "I'm doing just fine and how might you be doing? How does the day greet you fine sir?"
Taking another chance to take one last drag before I throw it to the ground and snub it out with my foot.
"Hahahahahahaha.........heheehehehe...." Giggling, staring at the man "You look quite fancy.. Mind if I let you know how fancy you look to me? You look quite fancy... To me..
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 8, 2009 12:26:52 GMT -5
The Black Goat gave him a somber stare as he replied, "I'm not here for games. As a matter of fact, I am taking quite a chance right now talking to you. I've come baring a warning, Thomas."
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 9, 2009 0:33:21 GMT -5
"Oh what a buzz kill..."
Trying my best to sober up and take this man seriously, still not knowing for sure who he is but obviously someone of importance.
"Do you now? And what warning would this be? And why would you be going out of your way to help me?" Cocking my head to the side and looking at him with my arms folded leaning against a street light.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 9, 2009 1:06:54 GMT -5
"I've noticed you and your...", The Black Goat looked further passed Tommy and stared curiously at Mr. Psycho. "Friend have been doing quite a lot of damage to my little city, have you not?"
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 9, 2009 1:09:34 GMT -5
"Yes. Yes we have" Nodding proudly over to Mr. Psycho who was grinning widely. "What is your point?" If this guy doesn't hurry up I think I'll just leave..
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 9, 2009 1:15:40 GMT -5
"My point is that while I can bare with your little tirade of destruction, the city itself can not. I'm afraid something is already coming both your ways. You're judgment shall commence in time.", The Black Goat replied.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 9, 2009 1:27:53 GMT -5
"And what my fancy man-friend would that be? I'm sure whatever it may be big or small the psycho and I can take it"
Getting up and starting to walk off down the road
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 9, 2009 2:15:46 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho could sense this man was a being of extreme power, his mechanical object told him so. "Judgement? For who has the power to judge us? Who in their right mind would dare, judge us?" Asked Mr. Psycho "And, by the way, where did you leave your manners?" Mr. Psycho bows to the man, in complete seriousness. "I, my new friend, am Mr. Psycho. The knowledge of your name would make me very... Peachy" He bursts out into laughter. "Oh god, you do not know how long I held that in for Mister" He contiues laughing hysterically, he then pulls himself together. "Now, I apologise for Tommys rudeness, but really please inform me... I am so very curious" His smile at its very sharpest as he towers above the man in black.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 9, 2009 2:21:46 GMT -5
Cursing outloud to myself, throwing my arms about and kicking random objects. "Who was he to appear out of nowhere not introduce himself and then try scare me into thinking somethin bad is going to happen huh?"
Kicking a trash can over, its contents spilling out all over the pavement. Theres a beer bottle lying amongst the garbage. I bend down to pick it up and smash it against the wall shattering it andgiving it rigged edges.
"Let's get rid of some of this built anger shall we?...." As I turn off and stalk a random middle aged man on the other side of the road.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 9, 2009 11:02:14 GMT -5
Several streets away, a dark red mist began roll in, covering everything within sight. It curled around lampposts, garbage bins and the feet of the various mindless that walked the streets, seemingly turning everything a dark-reddish colour. A pale-skinned figure slowly emerged from the mist, its long dark hair and tattered black cloak moving to an unearthly breeze. One delicate hand held a lantern that glowed eerily, as lights swirled around it.
They were memories, among the many that Soraszen had collected during its time as a memory demon. For many years they, along with the thousands of mindless that inhabited this peaceful city, had been the closest things it had to companions ever since it came here, as it preferred to live a lonely existence outside the call of duty... and its partner's, Zari's, company.
Now, however, it wasn’t so lonely, and the city wasn’t so peaceful. Soraszen had long heard of the residents that called this happy little city home. The mindless had long picked up on them. They were a surprisingly useful source of information provided that their memories could be fixed accordingly…
As many of the residents didn’t harm them, Soraszen had no qualms against them. Generally speaking. That peace only lasted so long as those residents didn’t interfere with its own activities, and so long as Animus didn’t give it any specific orders. In any other case, it preferred not to meddle with them except from a distance.
But... that had changed recently.
It had been sensing disturbances in the area for the past few months now. The flickers of life from entire neighbourhoods had disappeared, and its spies had reported bodies in the streets. Many of them looked as if they were brutally killed, some showed signs of cannibalism and others had disappeared completely save for a few extremities, bits of clothing and the scent of blood. It knew where they went – a jolly little funhouse where some deranged lunatic had the hobby of turning them into walking atrocities.
It gritted its teeth in anger. Those mindless were a source of power for it, as they provided it with memories. Sure, their memories were low-grade and needed a considerable amount of energy to have any sort of clarity, but they were better than nothing. Having so many of those humans killed infuriated Soraszen – it was like a declaration of war.
Not to mention that some of those dead were famous comedians, actors and singers, ones that it actually watched for the fun of it. Prior to them becoming mindless, Soraszen had a ludicrous amount of spare time on its hands. Hence why it often observed human behaviour, disguised itself as one of them, watched television and lived a lifestyle that was what one could call vaguely ‘human.’ If it wasn’t in Hell anymore, it wouldn’t be mocked for being a wingless fallen angel, having once been a puny little demon ravenous for power, and it wouldn’t have to manoeuvre itself through endless waves of demon politics. It could live in peace and isolation, away from rivals that wanted it dead, away from the screaming of damned, tortured souls, and away from the realm that had been its cage and HELL for oh so many years. That was the reason why it signed the damned contract with the Black Goat in the first place. Having authority and power here was icing on the cake. The problem was that it was only now that it started to find loopholes.
Stupid, deranged, human-slaughtering psychos were not in the contract, and now that it was signed, Soraszen could do nothing about it. It would have to straighten out these pests on its own. Its aggressive side savoured the opportunity for action, but a part of it, the part that was still the same old angel that it had cradled throughout these years, cried out against violence. Violence had caused it to lose its wings, violence had caused it unbearable pain, violence had taken away everything it had as an angel – flight, its healing abilities, status, its place in a community and the sweet sanctuary it once called home. Violence isn’t the answer, said the angel part of it, your involvement in the angelic military had proved that.
Soraszen shook its head. It snapped its fingers with its free hand.
Instantly, all the mindless on the street stood and saluted it, military style.
These are our resources, replied its more aggressive side, we bred them for obedience, we conditioned them to follow our whims. Thus we must protect them.
Soraszen made one swift moment of its free hand. Glowing lights, each shaped like miniature comets, emerged from each human on the street. They floated around Soraszen for a few moments, before going straight into its lantern, where they were stored, fixed and put to good use.
It gave the mindless a brief salute.
The mindless, like trained automatons, continued shambling along as if nothing had happened.
Soraszen looked ruefully at the memories within that lantern.
“Donovan Rogers, Alex Holloway, Lynn Young, Gerald Clark, Amber Carlson, Jon Small, Dorian Maccarthy, Daniel Gonzalez, Adrienne Steele, Nicole Weaver, Laura Bauer, and so many others … ah, I remember all of your memories… too bad you’re all dead, and too bad that the nitwits that killed you all have no concept of the word ‘funeral.’ It’s such a shame that so many only see humans as expendable pawns. I see something more in them, and I see them as sentient beings equal to any non-human like any good angel would. While it’s true that I’m a demon now, that’s one belief that I’ll never let go of. It’s defined me in the past and it defines me now – I’ll protect you human when I can, and I won't let myself regress to becoming a completely remorseless demon like my former peers. Hmm, that’s one reason why I chose to become a memory demon in the first place.”
There was an unsettling pause as Soraszen glided onward at a slow pace. The memories that swirled around it found their way into its lantern, into their safe sanctuary.
Soraszen smiled grimly.
“Violence it is. I’ll beat those insolent brats to a pulp, burn down that funhouse, and once I get my hands on your bodies, I’ll give all you humans a proper funeral.”
The cloaked figure’s lantern disappeared into the mist, and soon it disappeared into it as well. That mist rolled inexorably toward Tommy Tyrant and Mr. Psycho’s location, intent on giving them what they had coming in the long run.
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