12-18-2006, 07:30 AM
OOC: This RP starts at the beginning of the battle. Damn you post whores! =P
IC:
Hyperton Fortress. It had been the pride and joy of the Outcasts, standing tall as the outcome of all their hard work. A symbol of their unity and dedication.
But when Super Buu gazed up at the building, what he saw wasn?t Hyperton Fortress. This ? thing was but a pocked ruin of its former self, a hiding hole for a failing army.
?How did this happen?? blurted the monster, mouth agape. ?In just a few days ? why didn?t they tell us?? His shock gave way to anger. ?What happened to the fucking messengers?!?
?Apparently they were too scared to leave,? Kakarot frowned, from next to his General. ?Looks like they?ve been taking heavy fire for the past few days.?
?Damn ?? Buu let a guttural snarl escape his throat. ?There?s nothing for it. It looks like Dante are readying to attack ? we have to get in there now!? He turned and roared to the units. ?Alright men, you heard me! Let?s move!?
A chorus of ?yes sir?s echoed back, but Super Buu wasn?t even waiting for their response; he was already running. His boots hit the mud in rapid succession, coating his normally spotless pants in a thick layer of mud, but the monster didn?t give a shit. He had one priority right now, and that was getting to the fortress before Dante did. His dirty laundry could wait until the thousand-or-so troops invading their homeland had fucked off. Evidently, the rest of the unit had realised this, as they too were charging towards the fortress as if their lives depended on it.
Yeah. As if.
Even before he had reached his target, Buu knew they were too late. Dante troops were swarming up the sides of the building like ants on shoots of grass, leaping over the battlements to engage Hyperton?s meager guard.
Instincts took over as Buu turned and bellowed; ?Infantry! Support! Form a perimeter around the base of the fortress and don?t let anyone get past! Everyone else, into the west entrance and push back the intruders!?
The orders were followed without a second thought. Seeing the tide of yellow surging to their aid, the guards quickly responded; rushing to open the gates. With a grating of chains, the drawbridge fell open, and in spilled the Outcasts, ready to defend their territory.
The golem could have killed for a glass of water, but unfortunately kill as he might, the only drink he?d be getting for a while was blood. Rubbing his throat, he wheeled around to his waiting unit. ?Alright! You guys are with me. For now I want you to take up defensive positions, but if you see any viable targets, go for the kill. Don?t take risks! Play it safe until I get back. Until then, hit and run. Got it??
The medley of aliens, tripeds and other assorted creatures nodded (where possible), and fell back to join the other troops. With a grunt of satisfaction, Buu turned to the enemy.
?Now ?? he sighed, a weary grin making its way onto his face. ?I think it?s about time I got to fight for real.?
And with that, he was off. Spying his infantry troops holding off a bastion of Dante forces, the majin sprang into the fray. It wasn?t long before fists were flying in all directions like some galactic bar fight. Some literally, spinning through the air like pinwheels and leaving trails of blood in their wake.
These horrific displays of gore didn?t perturb Buu, however ? on the contrary. He was in the thick of it, offering up his own violent resolutions to the conflict. He didn?t even notice the approaching units, so focused was he on his targets. Take one down, move onto the next. The pattern repeated itself in Buu?s mind, each cycle reinforcing his battle lust. With each punch, his confidence was renewed, the strange familiarity of the motions invigorating and empowering him.
?Come on, you Dante bastards!? cackled Super, his voice sounding inhumane ? almost fittingly so ? in the ears of the enemy. A number of them moved in to attack, throwing forward their best efforts, but the Outcast General seemed all but invincible. He span and weaved between the falling bodies, darting out to deliver crushing blows before ducking under the next would-be hero.
As more and more enemies piled in to take their shot, however, Buu began to realise the sheer depth of the shit he was in. His flaunting displays of aggression had attracted a fair-sized crowd. Now he was surrounded, trapped like a wild animal in a ring of hunters. Outcast troops fought to gain entry to the circle, but they were beaten back and overpowered by sheer numbers.
Now, confidence bolstered by the size of their forces, the group of Dante made their move. Leaping forward one by one, they piled atop the Outcast General, crushing him beneath their bulk. Buu struggled, but to no avail ? his limbs were pinned down by the sheer weight of his enemies.
And so he stopped.
What was he doing? As the adrenaline began to subside, the idiocy of his own actions began to dawn on the monster. A few weeks of abstinence from fighting, and his own lust for blood had overcome him. He?d abandoned his responsibilities, his own duty, to indulge in the one thing he already had more than enough of ? battle.
What was it Lord Vine had said? Those who fight for others have something much more than those who do it for themselves. Buu had seen first-hand the validity of those words ? and yet, at the first temptation, he?d discarded them. He?d acted on his own impulses, ignoring the wishes of those around him. Maybe he didn?t care about himself, but what about Seventeen? Kakarot? Shit, even Kibbles.
They?d all protected him at some point or another. They had put themselves on the line for Super?s own life; the same one he so carelessly tossed around.
It was time to repay them.
Neck arching back, the golem unleashed an ear-piercing howl. From beneath his skin burst a layer of ki, spreading out to form an orb around him. As the energy intensified, his translucent outline began to submerge beneath a shimmering lake of colors. The Dante soldiers, who had previously held on for dear life, began to scramble ? tumbling away from this demon, this monster.
And that was when the bubble popped.
An explosion of energy send the soldiers careening in all directions, blown backwards by the sheer force of the technique. In the middle of them stood a new face, grounded on a familiar body. It was Buu, but different.
Changed.
Better.
From beneath the pores of the newly-ascended being descended a spiral of metal. With a flick of his wrist, it hardened into a new shape; that of a sword. Long, curved, but most importantly, with a huge fucking pole attached to the handle.
?Now,? murmured Buu, twirling the weapon between his fingers. ?Who wants to go first??
OOC: Woo! Advent of the Bubble of Death! =D
IC:
Hyperton Fortress. It had been the pride and joy of the Outcasts, standing tall as the outcome of all their hard work. A symbol of their unity and dedication.
But when Super Buu gazed up at the building, what he saw wasn?t Hyperton Fortress. This ? thing was but a pocked ruin of its former self, a hiding hole for a failing army.
?How did this happen?? blurted the monster, mouth agape. ?In just a few days ? why didn?t they tell us?? His shock gave way to anger. ?What happened to the fucking messengers?!?
?Apparently they were too scared to leave,? Kakarot frowned, from next to his General. ?Looks like they?ve been taking heavy fire for the past few days.?
?Damn ?? Buu let a guttural snarl escape his throat. ?There?s nothing for it. It looks like Dante are readying to attack ? we have to get in there now!? He turned and roared to the units. ?Alright men, you heard me! Let?s move!?
A chorus of ?yes sir?s echoed back, but Super Buu wasn?t even waiting for their response; he was already running. His boots hit the mud in rapid succession, coating his normally spotless pants in a thick layer of mud, but the monster didn?t give a shit. He had one priority right now, and that was getting to the fortress before Dante did. His dirty laundry could wait until the thousand-or-so troops invading their homeland had fucked off. Evidently, the rest of the unit had realised this, as they too were charging towards the fortress as if their lives depended on it.
Yeah. As if.
Even before he had reached his target, Buu knew they were too late. Dante troops were swarming up the sides of the building like ants on shoots of grass, leaping over the battlements to engage Hyperton?s meager guard.
Instincts took over as Buu turned and bellowed; ?Infantry! Support! Form a perimeter around the base of the fortress and don?t let anyone get past! Everyone else, into the west entrance and push back the intruders!?
The orders were followed without a second thought. Seeing the tide of yellow surging to their aid, the guards quickly responded; rushing to open the gates. With a grating of chains, the drawbridge fell open, and in spilled the Outcasts, ready to defend their territory.
The golem could have killed for a glass of water, but unfortunately kill as he might, the only drink he?d be getting for a while was blood. Rubbing his throat, he wheeled around to his waiting unit. ?Alright! You guys are with me. For now I want you to take up defensive positions, but if you see any viable targets, go for the kill. Don?t take risks! Play it safe until I get back. Until then, hit and run. Got it??
The medley of aliens, tripeds and other assorted creatures nodded (where possible), and fell back to join the other troops. With a grunt of satisfaction, Buu turned to the enemy.
?Now ?? he sighed, a weary grin making its way onto his face. ?I think it?s about time I got to fight for real.?
And with that, he was off. Spying his infantry troops holding off a bastion of Dante forces, the majin sprang into the fray. It wasn?t long before fists were flying in all directions like some galactic bar fight. Some literally, spinning through the air like pinwheels and leaving trails of blood in their wake.
These horrific displays of gore didn?t perturb Buu, however ? on the contrary. He was in the thick of it, offering up his own violent resolutions to the conflict. He didn?t even notice the approaching units, so focused was he on his targets. Take one down, move onto the next. The pattern repeated itself in Buu?s mind, each cycle reinforcing his battle lust. With each punch, his confidence was renewed, the strange familiarity of the motions invigorating and empowering him.
?Come on, you Dante bastards!? cackled Super, his voice sounding inhumane ? almost fittingly so ? in the ears of the enemy. A number of them moved in to attack, throwing forward their best efforts, but the Outcast General seemed all but invincible. He span and weaved between the falling bodies, darting out to deliver crushing blows before ducking under the next would-be hero.
As more and more enemies piled in to take their shot, however, Buu began to realise the sheer depth of the shit he was in. His flaunting displays of aggression had attracted a fair-sized crowd. Now he was surrounded, trapped like a wild animal in a ring of hunters. Outcast troops fought to gain entry to the circle, but they were beaten back and overpowered by sheer numbers.
Now, confidence bolstered by the size of their forces, the group of Dante made their move. Leaping forward one by one, they piled atop the Outcast General, crushing him beneath their bulk. Buu struggled, but to no avail ? his limbs were pinned down by the sheer weight of his enemies.
And so he stopped.
What was he doing? As the adrenaline began to subside, the idiocy of his own actions began to dawn on the monster. A few weeks of abstinence from fighting, and his own lust for blood had overcome him. He?d abandoned his responsibilities, his own duty, to indulge in the one thing he already had more than enough of ? battle.
What was it Lord Vine had said? Those who fight for others have something much more than those who do it for themselves. Buu had seen first-hand the validity of those words ? and yet, at the first temptation, he?d discarded them. He?d acted on his own impulses, ignoring the wishes of those around him. Maybe he didn?t care about himself, but what about Seventeen? Kakarot? Shit, even Kibbles.
They?d all protected him at some point or another. They had put themselves on the line for Super?s own life; the same one he so carelessly tossed around.
It was time to repay them.
Neck arching back, the golem unleashed an ear-piercing howl. From beneath his skin burst a layer of ki, spreading out to form an orb around him. As the energy intensified, his translucent outline began to submerge beneath a shimmering lake of colors. The Dante soldiers, who had previously held on for dear life, began to scramble ? tumbling away from this demon, this monster.
And that was when the bubble popped.
An explosion of energy send the soldiers careening in all directions, blown backwards by the sheer force of the technique. In the middle of them stood a new face, grounded on a familiar body. It was Buu, but different.
Changed.
Better.
From beneath the pores of the newly-ascended being descended a spiral of metal. With a flick of his wrist, it hardened into a new shape; that of a sword. Long, curved, but most importantly, with a huge fucking pole attached to the handle.
?Now,? murmured Buu, twirling the weapon between his fingers. ?Who wants to go first??
OOC: Woo! Advent of the Bubble of Death! =D
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