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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 4:10 pm
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As the Metal Demon made his way to the massive land bridge, the fog started to become dence, he could feel the moisture on his chest and his nostruals fill with condensation. All of a sudden a faint chakra signature made itself known to him as he came ever closer to the object. It was a body, a dead man with a bamboo pole shoved through his throat, blood coming from his mouth and neck. Insted of the body having the chakra, it was the pole, and there was only one man that he knew that could produce this kind of weapon. "...Sojiro..." Mikyo whispered to himself as the took the pole from the mans body and placed it on the side. Upon closer inspection of the man, he would find that the body had been chopped up into quarters. Both the arms and the legs were detached from the man, and the aged warrior knew what had to be done. "You sly fox..." He muttered under his breath as he reached to a small pouch stored on his back, pulling out a mask. The mask was white and pure, with only two eye holes and nothing else, placing the object on the face of the man. "I am sorry for this..." The Metal Demon said to the dead man, for he knew what fate he was about to receive. And with that, Mikyo made his way to the land bridge, exiting the fog. |
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 7:24 pm
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Upon placing the pure, white mask on the face of the stagnant carcass, the metal elementalist lumbered off, leaving the fly-ridden stench alone. Minutes after Mikyo's departure, the deserted corpse remained motionless, insects continuing to swarm around their long-since dead meal. The scavengers continued to feed, paying no mind to the white mask that had just been placed on the buffet table. If anything, it was like a decoration that served no purpose either than to irritate the guests for it was simply in the way. Nature continued to take it's course, and soon the flies landed, ready to begin the process of inserting their young into the cadaver's rotting flesh. It wasn't a moment after the insects landed, that something clicked in the body of the deceased, and muscles which had not been in use for the past day began to thrash, convulsing wildly as life was brought back to the shredded body. All at once, the scavengers scattered, buzzing madly as they were forced to abandon their BedNBreakfast. Although the body was tossing about crazily, no sound echoed from the mangled vocal cords.
The only utterance the returned dead could make was a muffled gurgle as it's mouth opened wide, a mouth filled with blunt, yellow, and broken teeth stretched to try and scream. The chest cavity rose and fell quickly, as if trying to regain the breathing ability it once had before. This was impossible, however, for just as the vocal cords had been mutilated, the lungs had collapsed and withered away. The corpse's thrashing went on for several minutes, until finally, it calmed down and peered around, lifting it's head laborously by use of it's stiff neck. The first thing it noticed was the amount of parasites swarming about it. In a fright, it thrashed again, chasing the miniature vultures away until it calmed down again. It had no clue where it was or why it was like this, only that it felt an abundance of emotions, but no pain to accompany it. This only served to frighten the reanimated more. How was it able to think? Did the brain somehow stay intact throughout the decaying process?
The creature looked to it's left, then to it's right, then finally lifted it's head to look down past it's rotting abdomen. Limbs. They weren't attached. From the mental trauma the revived dead had just suffered, it wasn't as worried to know that it was limbless. No, rather, it just sat back, looking up into the sky and remained still, as if pondering why it was brought back.
It couldn't remember anything of how it died, or who it once was. All it knew was that it felt afraid, and as the sunken eyes darted back and forth under the open-mask sockets, it realized that it may very well be doomed to continue rotting, living the hell of knowing that it was to play nursery for a thousand mindless bugs. No, it couldn't let that happen. But how would it fix it? The situation it was in was ridiculous, and completely hopeless.
Fear mounted in the brain of the zombie, and as if trying to defy nature in the most primal way possible, it began to thrash, just as wildly as before, this time trying to scream not in mock fear, but in angered rebellion. It dared to rise against the will of nature, and therefore, it struggled with all it's might, using what ounce of energy it had to stare at each severed limb, and command it, will it to get up and advance back towards the original owner. Of course, a limb getting up on it's own was ridiculous, so why would It waste all this energy? Well, that's not a complete lie. Moments after the creature resumed it's thrashing, the pure white mask seemed to activate, adhering to the will of the corpse it had been placed upon. Whether it was some sort of forbidden jutsu, or just the Gods placing their hands on the tortured being, the cadaver's wish was granted.
Apparently, Mikyo had forseen the creature's revival, if not completely responsible for the entire thing, and had left several yards of thin, barbed wire lying in a pile. The creature stared at the pile behind it, staring at it so intently, and thrashing so wildly, that the mask's activation also held some sort of elemental manipulation along with it. The barbed wire, coiling like a snake, appeared to move on it's own, and swirled into the air, spiralling around for a mere moment, then slamming down onto the zombie's abdomen, filling it's body with the sharp, metallic substance. The process was nowhere near over, for as the creature thrashed about, the yards of barbed wire seemed to act on the corpse's desire, and shot out of every limb opening, grabbing the severed parts and quickly dragging them back to the main body. When close enough, the limbs were stuck together like Lego pieces (as morbid as that may sound), and were immediately usable again, causing the creature to push himself up, using his returned limbs instantly, only to overuse them and fly forward, falling straight on his chest and face. The resulting gurgle came from it's open mouth as if to say 'ow' by habitual nature, yet, the creature felt no pain. Rolling over to it's back, it held it's hands and legs both in the air, moving them about and staring at them with the most childish of smiles. The joy the creature felt at regaining it's limbs replaced the fear it held just minutes before.
The creature took baby steps, slowly sitting up on it's butt, twisting it's back, feeling it's spine snap back into place. It could feel every part of it's body, but the pain that went with it was nonexistant. It was like the greatest form of numbness ever, or like some sort of super anesthesia that only heightened feeling, rather than suppressing it. The zombie rose to it's feet, cracking them back into place and counting it's toes. The being took time repairing itself, because this body was interesting. It was all back in one piece, save for a few teeth missing. The white mask the creature bore glowed, as if signaling that it was time to move on. Reacting in sudden curiousity, the zombie peered through the fog, sensing another form in the distance. Dropping down to all fours, it crept forward cautiously, lifting it's head through the air and stretching it's neck, it sniffed the air. The zombie held multiple qualities of a cautious animal and a frightened child, all while being a reanimated corpse. Maybe it wasn't such a good mix...
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The reanimated being crept forward, it's fingers grasping the air as it stared at the muscular man, standing on the bridge in the distance. The form appeared to be speaking out loud, but to who. The creature did not sense another form, but why did it act so cautiously? Instead of approaching the bridge, the zombie crept against the cliffside, climbing a tree clumsily to try and get a better view. It watched the man stand there, great interest swirling around the mind of the reanimated. "CHhchhhh..." It gurgled in anticipation, then said no more. It's silence and sudden motionlessness marked the first time it stayed still since it had awoken. This stationary behavior might not last long, for if anything interesting happened on the bridge, the creature might very well get involved.
xxxxxxTSFH - Zombie Train |
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:54 am
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:10 pm
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:18 pm
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:34 pm
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Rini's eyes locked on Masumi as soon as the woman came into sight, only straying when she took her first step onto the bridge. Something about this place . . . Rini froze, a chill sweeping through her as memories surfaced and raged. This was the place she had past through, newly-shattered. This was the bridge under which she had huddled, jumping at shadows. This place was a witness to the beginning . . . to many beginnings, it seemed. Carefully, she resumed her pace until she stood safely nestled between Aki and Mikyo. She let her arms hang lifelessly at her sides, hands hidden in the loose sleeves of her robes -- her robes that drifted slightly in a faint breeze, rustling ever so slightly against her skin.
The High Priestess returned her attention to the woman across from her -- the woman that had taken her Sin away. "I am here," she stated simply, her voice oddly even despite the turmoil in her head. "You promised."
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Points Remaining: 672
((You have no reason to come here, Muffin . . .)) |
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:07 pm
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Such a sense of forboding had descended on this place, the zombie itself felt fearful. Why should it, it was the most horrific looking thing here, but it kept to the shadows of the trees as it crawled atop the branches. That was something else it noticed.
As the Kyonshi perched on the thick arms of the tree, it wondered why it wasn't slipping or falling off. Taking a look at it's decaying hand, it spotted a metallic thorn poking from beneath it's palm. Was this why Kyonshi was suddenly such a great climber? It brooded on this thought, wondering how fast it could scurry up and down the tree in under a minute. An attention span that was worse than an OCD child prevented the creature from testing this method, for in the next few moments, more bodies appeared on the bridge, seeming to add to the tensity of the situation.
The creature focused on the four, it's sunken eyes darting back and forth between the large man that had apparently revived him, and the women on the bridge. It paced back and forth on the branch, unable to sit still as the situation seemed to grow more intense. It wanted to interact with each and every soul on that bridge, but how would they receive it? It didn't know what kind of sight it beheld, but all the same, it desired involvement. That's when a certain insect buzzed around Kyonshi's cranium, attracted by the oozing goup that spilled from the opening in it's head. Brought back to the time of it's resurrection and the horrid memory of being covered by flies, the zombie gave a voiceless yelp, gurgling quietly as it waved it's grotesque arms about, trying to swat the infernal fly away. The poor zombie didn't realize that it's grip on the treebranch was only so tight if it managed to keep a single hand against the trunk. Sliding backwards, the spazzing zombie fell backwards, hitting the ground with a thud as a small tumult of leaves fluttered to the ground around it. The fly, obviously amused by this show of fear, landed right on Kyonshi's new mask, scuttling about and cleaning it's two front appendages humorously. Remaining completely motionless, Kyonshi stared the fly down in an epic, wide-eyed glare. Neither moved for the longest time...
xxxxxxTSFH - Zombie Train |
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 6:59 pm
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 7:35 pm
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 7:57 pm
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Keeping their distance and watching the bridge. Menma with bow staff in hand watches the area with a certain interest pegged by mystery after mystery.'Seems question after endless question will go unanswered now.' Natsuki thinks on cliffside waiting and watching for sign of hostility. This rogue seems to have gotten into an interesting affair. All the bugs in the area freaking out at the endlessly in depth evil which permeates this area as a juxtaposition to the good will that so greatly wishes to explode out in full force. What a strange mix of chakras in one area. 
