06-10-2007, 02:05 PM
?Number Eleven?Burter.? The giant voice boomed over the entire island, but it was the words not the sound that brought Yamu to his knees.
The name rung out over the island and echoed back over Yamu a hundred times. Burter was dead, gone from the island for good. The strait and wide path the Arlian Guardian had been walking was ripped from under his feet, tossing him into a mental wilderness of sharp rocks and endless sands.
?NOOO!? Yamu shouted, his voice drowning out the rest of the loudspeaker?s message. ?YOU don?t kill Burter! I kill BURTER!? The game had been set, the pieces moved, and the ending clear.
And it was all over now.
The destiny of Dante Yamu sought was a shadow now, even his dreams of closure were now eaten by the Abyss. He had lost his azure friend what seemed like a lifetime ago, and this was to be their destined reunion on the field of battle. Two warriors like they would not have it any other way. A beer and a slap on the back was not the way they operated, it was with their fists. It was to be a glorious battle, that fight alone would have paid his debt to the Arlians.
And it had been robbed from him.
Yamu dropped to his knees, setting the Ki Machine Gun down in front of him so that his hands could brace against the ground, his legs no longer had enough strength to keep him up. His eyes bulged and his lips curled back past his teeth. ?I-kill-Burter. THAT was the deal?? He would slay his friend, take something away form himself to make up for everything he had taken from Arlia. Now?he had nothing to repay them with.
The dead coals of his black in black eyes ignited in rage. Someone had stolen his achievement, his destiny from him. Big Blue had been his personal goal and now it was gone. Someone would pay.
The Arlian Guardian delved into the generations upon generations of shamanic traditions that now resided within his brain. The Cloud People were one with nature, they derived their mystic powers from the earth and sky around them and Yamu now had the Ki Sand to act as a conduit to perform their rituals.
He lifted his sand covered arm high above his head, the black gauntleted limb began to glow white as Yamu channeled his ki into the grains, ghostly white swirls of energy peeled off of from his fist as it shook in the air. ?Earth! Your Brother comes to you as a supplicant! Grant me the honor of feeling what you feel, let your Brother take some of your pain for the death?s you have felt these past days.? The Arlian Guardian drove the glowing black arm into the ground all they up to his elbow and in so doing tapped into the lifelines of the soil.
The hairless human was still an apprentice without a master in the mystic arts, but he could still feel the pain of the previous day, the memories still fresh for the Island. He could sense Burter, the reptiles energies were unmistakable to him?he could also make out what the ground felt as the unmistakable aura of a Super Saiya-Jin. Other deaths and fights clouded in but Yamu focused on that one battle, the way his friend?s aura grew and then winked out without warning.
At the hands of a Super Saiya-Jin.
The veiny juggernaut pulled his hand out of the soil, his eyes flashing as if an orange corona surrounded his ebony irises. ?Burter was mine?? He stared at the ground seething until a high pitched tone caught his attention and jerked his head up, the Ki Machine Gun in his hands and aimed instinctively.
Yamu looked up to see a purple and white changeling with the unmistakable curve of the shock rifle aimed right for him. A Ki shotgun occupied his other hand as well. Despite a leg that seemed to be attached at just the bone, the man?s twin weapons made him look like a living tank and dangerous as hell. Their eyes met and rage recognized rage. Warriors of their caliber did not cry for those they lost, they avenged them. The son of King Cold and the human recognized the mutual pain they shared on Dante, and it stalled their fire.
?Who.? Yamu spoke flatly, his lit coals not leaving Koola?s eyes. The word did not need a question mark or an explanation. They both knew they wanted the know the cause of the other?s passion.
?My father. You.? The purple changeling?s voice was just as flat. No questioning in his voice, just the statement of fact, he knew a reply would be given.
?My fiend. My destiny.? The second word came out like a hiss from Yamu.
The Shock rifle still hummed with a charge just on the brink of firing, ?No Saiya-Jin is going to make it off this island?especially those two.?
?Funny you should mention that?? Yamu voice took on a little inflection once again, but was still has hard as tempered steel. ?I?m Saiya-Jin hunting myself. One of the four left took my moment of Atonement away from me. They?ll pay in blood.? The stand off continued and a sharp breeze passed between the two without either moving from their position. ?Do we kill each other now?or turn around and let the each other go about our vengeance?? Yamu asked, ready for it to be over either way.
?Or we take that vengeance together?? Koola could not believe he was trusting a human, but the rage that burned within Yamu mirrored his own. That mutual hatred of the other fighters left on the island was a bond close to blood. ?My name is Koola. What about you, human?? an order more then a question.
?Yamu. You really think you can trust me, Koola?? The shocked human asked. He had already planned six different strategies for avoiding the twin weapons the changeling had to bare.
?Your words ring true, human. This is a hard game to rust within?but I think I?m above that. I?d rather they feel my wrath then you. I?m sure you can think of a token to ease my mind about trusting you.?
Yamu lifted the machine gun, making Koola involuntarily tense until he saw the human advanced it butt forward. ?Three people I have trusted have carried this weapon. I even engraved their initials on the stock in tribute to their sacrifices on my behalf.? The human displayed the ki made etching alone the left side. ?That shot gun takes two hands to fire, this only one. The machine gun will make you more deadly, and you will possess something very precious to me.?
The purple shaded warrior did not smile but the sentiment did amuse him. ?I can not argue with that logic, human.? The pair exchanged weapons and each took a moment to admire their new acquisition.
The Ki Shotgun.
Yamu felt like a twelve year old with a red rider b-b gun. It had always seemed appropriate for him to have this weapon?a destiny.
Destiny.
Suddenly Yamu felt like maybe the game was not over. One destiny had slipped thorugh his fingers?but maybe a new one had presented itself. There were other ways to repay his debt to Arlia. He was sure winning the entire thing would go pretty far. The enigmatic changeling had opened Yamu to entire new avenues of paying back his debt.
?Human?you know the best revenge we can take, don?t you?? The changeling?s voice was cold, a serial killer?s glint to his words.
?No??
?We kill them before they can even see the Finals.? They both looked out over the island, eyes flashing with mutual murderous thoughts.
?Koola?when it comes time. Shoot me in the face, will ya? We settle it like men, you and me.? Yamu?s hand gingerly stroked the handle of the shotgun.
?No promises, human.?
And woe to the beasts of the field and sky when the leopard and the lion hunt as one. When the competitors become allies, no prey is to great.
-Arlian Apocrypha of the Cloud People. Chapter 2, Verse 13.
OOC: I'll ask Koola to confirm the weapon trade.
The name rung out over the island and echoed back over Yamu a hundred times. Burter was dead, gone from the island for good. The strait and wide path the Arlian Guardian had been walking was ripped from under his feet, tossing him into a mental wilderness of sharp rocks and endless sands.
?NOOO!? Yamu shouted, his voice drowning out the rest of the loudspeaker?s message. ?YOU don?t kill Burter! I kill BURTER!? The game had been set, the pieces moved, and the ending clear.
And it was all over now.
The destiny of Dante Yamu sought was a shadow now, even his dreams of closure were now eaten by the Abyss. He had lost his azure friend what seemed like a lifetime ago, and this was to be their destined reunion on the field of battle. Two warriors like they would not have it any other way. A beer and a slap on the back was not the way they operated, it was with their fists. It was to be a glorious battle, that fight alone would have paid his debt to the Arlians.
And it had been robbed from him.
Yamu dropped to his knees, setting the Ki Machine Gun down in front of him so that his hands could brace against the ground, his legs no longer had enough strength to keep him up. His eyes bulged and his lips curled back past his teeth. ?I-kill-Burter. THAT was the deal?? He would slay his friend, take something away form himself to make up for everything he had taken from Arlia. Now?he had nothing to repay them with.
The dead coals of his black in black eyes ignited in rage. Someone had stolen his achievement, his destiny from him. Big Blue had been his personal goal and now it was gone. Someone would pay.
The Arlian Guardian delved into the generations upon generations of shamanic traditions that now resided within his brain. The Cloud People were one with nature, they derived their mystic powers from the earth and sky around them and Yamu now had the Ki Sand to act as a conduit to perform their rituals.
He lifted his sand covered arm high above his head, the black gauntleted limb began to glow white as Yamu channeled his ki into the grains, ghostly white swirls of energy peeled off of from his fist as it shook in the air. ?Earth! Your Brother comes to you as a supplicant! Grant me the honor of feeling what you feel, let your Brother take some of your pain for the death?s you have felt these past days.? The Arlian Guardian drove the glowing black arm into the ground all they up to his elbow and in so doing tapped into the lifelines of the soil.
The hairless human was still an apprentice without a master in the mystic arts, but he could still feel the pain of the previous day, the memories still fresh for the Island. He could sense Burter, the reptiles energies were unmistakable to him?he could also make out what the ground felt as the unmistakable aura of a Super Saiya-Jin. Other deaths and fights clouded in but Yamu focused on that one battle, the way his friend?s aura grew and then winked out without warning.
At the hands of a Super Saiya-Jin.
The veiny juggernaut pulled his hand out of the soil, his eyes flashing as if an orange corona surrounded his ebony irises. ?Burter was mine?? He stared at the ground seething until a high pitched tone caught his attention and jerked his head up, the Ki Machine Gun in his hands and aimed instinctively.
Yamu looked up to see a purple and white changeling with the unmistakable curve of the shock rifle aimed right for him. A Ki shotgun occupied his other hand as well. Despite a leg that seemed to be attached at just the bone, the man?s twin weapons made him look like a living tank and dangerous as hell. Their eyes met and rage recognized rage. Warriors of their caliber did not cry for those they lost, they avenged them. The son of King Cold and the human recognized the mutual pain they shared on Dante, and it stalled their fire.
?Who.? Yamu spoke flatly, his lit coals not leaving Koola?s eyes. The word did not need a question mark or an explanation. They both knew they wanted the know the cause of the other?s passion.
?My father. You.? The purple changeling?s voice was just as flat. No questioning in his voice, just the statement of fact, he knew a reply would be given.
?My fiend. My destiny.? The second word came out like a hiss from Yamu.
The Shock rifle still hummed with a charge just on the brink of firing, ?No Saiya-Jin is going to make it off this island?especially those two.?
?Funny you should mention that?? Yamu voice took on a little inflection once again, but was still has hard as tempered steel. ?I?m Saiya-Jin hunting myself. One of the four left took my moment of Atonement away from me. They?ll pay in blood.? The stand off continued and a sharp breeze passed between the two without either moving from their position. ?Do we kill each other now?or turn around and let the each other go about our vengeance?? Yamu asked, ready for it to be over either way.
?Or we take that vengeance together?? Koola could not believe he was trusting a human, but the rage that burned within Yamu mirrored his own. That mutual hatred of the other fighters left on the island was a bond close to blood. ?My name is Koola. What about you, human?? an order more then a question.
?Yamu. You really think you can trust me, Koola?? The shocked human asked. He had already planned six different strategies for avoiding the twin weapons the changeling had to bare.
?Your words ring true, human. This is a hard game to rust within?but I think I?m above that. I?d rather they feel my wrath then you. I?m sure you can think of a token to ease my mind about trusting you.?
Yamu lifted the machine gun, making Koola involuntarily tense until he saw the human advanced it butt forward. ?Three people I have trusted have carried this weapon. I even engraved their initials on the stock in tribute to their sacrifices on my behalf.? The human displayed the ki made etching alone the left side. ?That shot gun takes two hands to fire, this only one. The machine gun will make you more deadly, and you will possess something very precious to me.?
The purple shaded warrior did not smile but the sentiment did amuse him. ?I can not argue with that logic, human.? The pair exchanged weapons and each took a moment to admire their new acquisition.
The Ki Shotgun.
Yamu felt like a twelve year old with a red rider b-b gun. It had always seemed appropriate for him to have this weapon?a destiny.
Destiny.
Suddenly Yamu felt like maybe the game was not over. One destiny had slipped thorugh his fingers?but maybe a new one had presented itself. There were other ways to repay his debt to Arlia. He was sure winning the entire thing would go pretty far. The enigmatic changeling had opened Yamu to entire new avenues of paying back his debt.
?Human?you know the best revenge we can take, don?t you?? The changeling?s voice was cold, a serial killer?s glint to his words.
?No??
?We kill them before they can even see the Finals.? They both looked out over the island, eyes flashing with mutual murderous thoughts.
?Koola?when it comes time. Shoot me in the face, will ya? We settle it like men, you and me.? Yamu?s hand gingerly stroked the handle of the shotgun.
?No promises, human.?
And woe to the beasts of the field and sky when the leopard and the lion hunt as one. When the competitors become allies, no prey is to great.
-Arlian Apocrypha of the Cloud People. Chapter 2, Verse 13.
OOC: I'll ask Koola to confirm the weapon trade.
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