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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 2:46 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 7:37 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 3:48 am
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*** 1 Month after the burning of the metal grove ***
Deep down inside the Forge, the place long forgotten by man and time, something stirred. Light that once shafted down had thrown the place into darkness, and yet now, something was illuminating the forge with a brilliant green. In the lower levels, a coffin could be seen leaning against a wall in the far corner of the oddly plain room. Dust and cobwebs were perched around it like some halloween decoration. Nothing moved until the lid of the coffin suddenly shot off and slammed into the opposite end of the room, kicking up dust everywhere. A view from inside the coffin showed a skeletal figure, a nervous system slowly returning to the body.
Empty sockets remained for eyes, until slowly, nerves and muscle formed around the skull as well. Something completely dead, was miraculously coming back to life, in a slow and tedious process. What type of sorcery was this?! Who was pulling the strings, was this all natural?!
The figure didn't move during this entire time, but two plump, gleaming eyeballs replaced the empty sockets. They stared lifelessly forward until skin and tissue covered them. The eyelids gave the body a few more seconds of rest, and then the figure opened its mouth in a horrifying scream as the soul entered the body. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The figure threw himself forward, his naked body slamming onto the stone floor. Sensations were coming back like a tidal wave. Touch, feeling, cold, floor,
pain... He had slammed his ribcage when he fell, and the pain was explosive now. A tounge flopped uselessly in his mouth, and chattering teeth threatened to sever it from its place. The pathetic form rolled over onto its side, and hugged itself, cradling what little it could in its arms.
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After minutes of pain, the creature sat up, looking around the glowing room in fascination. Now he could see. Sight. Sound. He heard trickling water, and recognized it almost instantly. In death, he had not forgotten how to live. He crawled forward, stepping through an open hole in the wall, as no door was provided. A large, circular room was placed here, and it was a narrow walk, for there were holes and pieces that had fallen away, leaving a dark abyss below. The figure carefully tiptoed over the abyss, then fell into the next room. An armory. Many of the figure's past weapons were held here, one which he recognized instantly. "Flemh."
He opened his mouth to speak. It seemed speech would take some getting used to. He hadn't used it in over 20 years. Something bright and blue caught its eye, and Sojiro opened his mouth in recognition and excitement. He knew what it was for, what it would provide him with in this dark hole of a place. Cloth. Clothing. Sojiro donned the Kimono and Hakima at once, immediately feeling the effects of it. Warmth, protection from this cold world.
After walking around the large room with the clothes, jumping, wooting, hollering, he stopped in front of a single rack. It held his prized Wakihizashi, and bigger weapons lined the wall around it. Sojiro reached out to grab it, and his hand felt cold against the steel sheath. He was hesitant, but after a moment more, Sojiro pulled the weapon off the rack and tied it to his obi. "Mayne..." He said with less of a struggle this time, though his speech wasn't complete. He practiced saying things he saw for minutes that turned to hours. "Why... A I'm supposed ta be alife?" Sojiro turned, seeing a mirror that showed him his ghostly pale form. He knew what he needed. To rid himself of this horrible look, he must see the sun once again. The one known as Sojiro turned and ran forward, heading out the door and to other parts of the Forge...
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He had been walking for several minutes, and he felt afraid for some reason. Even now, without his knowing of it, red eyes were watching him in the distance. He was walking through the abandoned city, looking for any sign of life other than his own. "Need to get out..." He said, and he heard a rock fall from its perch not too far away. He wheeled in the direction toward it, and peered through the dim area. "Hello?"
A swipe sent Sojiro off his feet and into a stone wall, knocking the breath out of him. He looked up at his attacker and his face fell when he saw he was surrounded by them. He slid up the wall as he stood, feeling for any route of escape. There was none. They leaned forward, their jaws begging for sustenence which they had no need for. "No... Leave me ALONE!" He yelled at them and swung at them with an empty hand. They seemed to laugh a little as one lunged forward and took a bite at his hand, narrowly missing. Sojiro yelped and pulled back.
Instinct told him to reach for his sword, and reach for it he did. In frustration and anger, he unsheathed it and a brilliant green light exploded into the area. The creatures only now recognized him, who he was. In fear, they turned and fled. Left blinking in confusion, Sojiro warily continued on... |
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2009 10:36 am
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Towering Stalks, unbending will...
Sunlight. He hadn't seen it in so long, it took him a moment to recognize it.
But after it touched his legs, arms, and finally his face, he knew at once it meant life. "Warmth..." Sojiro clambered upwards, avoiding the rocks that were in the way. He squeezed through the rubble and burst into sunshine to see-
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Desolation. The grove around him was in ashes, and he recognized it instantly as the place of his burial. "What happened?! This is my... Who would desocrate this holy place?!" Sojiro grinded his teeth in anger and he took two steps forward before finally collapsing on his knees. "Do humans hate me this much?! In death, they don't care who I am... Even my son... Mifune?!" Sojiro jumped up. He had to find his son. Maybe he could explain all of this. No, could anyone explain this to him?! In the distance, Sojiro could see a gate with the sign of Cloud on it, something he recognized after minutes of staring at it. "Ah, yes. Kumogakure... Mikyo and I destroyed this place numerous times only to rebuild it once again...
They will know. They will know who has destroyed my monument..."
As Sojiro stumbled towards the gate, in the back of his mind, he continued to think of why he was alive right now, and in his young body on top of it!
The last time he'd visited the world of the living, he was old and could only move to destroy the archangel with Mikyo's help. Now... He was alive...
...Stab thy enemy, and pierce the sky |
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 11:01 pm
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