|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 1, 2011 4:15:11 GMT
you didnt want to update?
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 1, 2011 4:24:16 GMT
"You stupid little-!"
You unholster a kunai and use a Hell Ribbon to pull the girl out of the way of the attack, but you knew that wasn't the end...
"Shit...this is gonna..." You toss the girl aside and feel the air pressure around you go up dramatically, the floor around you glowing white. There's a torrent of wind that swirls around you, slashing you up at every turn, and chains of lightning bind your arms and feet loosely to the floor, letting you get pushed about as you're cut every which way. A huge surge of electricity goes through you, and you resist the urge to scream out, biting your lower lip harder and harder until you tasted your own blood. The air in your lungs seems to be disappearing quickly...fuck, this is painful.
You then feel your body start to tense up...shit, this was the end, wasn't it?
"Hitomi-nee!"
You hear that foolish little girl screaming out, though as she does it...you hear a tinge of anger in her voice.
"This is it for you, Hitomi. It's been fun, and you were a nice lay."
You'd curse him out, but you could hardly breathe...you could feel your skin starting to dry out, from some kind of technique...had to be that Scorch Release thing...dammit. You hear everyone else calling for you, but as your eyes close, everything fades off...
This was death, huh? How amusing...didn't even get halfway to your goal.
"S'not over yet."
A voice. Somehow familiar. You didn't really remember who, though.
"Un, you've got a ways to go, Tsukuyomi-tan."
"Tsukuyomi...?"
"Un, that's right. Not time to die yet. You have to become a goddess."
"How?"
"Un, the road will make it clear. Go on back, now."
"But...I'm dying."
"Ne, ne, you're a demon, right? Demons don't die from such wounds. Besides, you've got those big breasts of yours, and that means you're full of life, just like a goddess."
"Bullshit."
"Un, it's the truth. I'll show you the next time we meet, after you beat the old man."
"Saturn..."
"Un, that's the one. Take care, Hitomi-tan."
Your eyes open, and you're still in immense pain, but you're lying on the ground. You grit your teeth and pick yourself up, taking a look at your surroundings. Persephone was in trouble again...Uranus was stepping on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. Half of his face was bloodied up, though, making it hard for him to see.
"You! How the fuck?!"
"Life's a bitch...gotta screw her as often as you can, man. Worked well enough for me. But enough talk...how'm I gonna end your ass?"
You notice the rest of your team knocked out of it...must have been a hell of a battle, but they did well against someone so strong...
You mull over your options. How'd you want to go about fucking this poor bastard up?
---
a) Close range attack
b) Long range attack
c) Let him pick
d) Make your own GG
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 1, 2011 4:37:40 GMT
Nah, I was just messing. But I was expecting to write about dramas and Rage!Hitomi.
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 1, 2011 4:49:11 GMT
im raging too. I wanted her to die, damn it. Close range attack, I guess
|
|
|
Post by vegeta on Mar 1, 2011 5:49:01 GMT
Close range - Maybe bite his lip off or something.
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 1, 2011 6:18:37 GMT
You walk up to him, watching as he tries to stomp on Persephone. You use a burst of wind to move forwards quickly and tackle him to the ground, then you headbutt him over and over again in the face, feeling blood drip all over yours as you break his face. You clutch his wrists and crush them with some effort, then you take hold of one of his legs and beat on it until it breaks.
"Not finished...this is my coup de grace."
You pull out a kunai and kneel over him. He shields his face...but that's not where you were aiming. You flow wind over it, and in one swift motion, slice across his crotch area.
He's too stunned at first to feel it, but it soon becomes clear as you move off of him and start to walk away.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Only...it's a really, really high pitched scream, like a little girl's. Yeah...castration did that to a man.
"You whoooooooooorrrrreeeeeeee!"
"I admit, I slept with a few men, but that's a low blow, man. Persephone...do it. I'm fucking...exhausted..."
You fall over, and everything around you fades to black again...
---
"Man...where am I?"
You're in some kind of bed, but you're not sure whose. Again...where exactly were you?
---
a) Pluto's apartment
b) Mother Russia
c) The Moon
d) New York City
e) Your mom's house
f) Bar
g) Field of wildflowers
h) Make your own pad
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 1, 2011 6:24:47 GMT
B. No question. Perfect opportunity for "that" jutsu
|
|
|
Post by vegeta on Mar 1, 2011 18:12:07 GMT
Lol at the choices.
B vote for Clown
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 1, 2011 18:56:52 GMT
Thanks, man.
Update... need update
|
|
|
Post by impatience on Mar 8, 2011 15:57:13 GMT
B+F In a bar somewhere in Mother Russia
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 12, 2011 7:37:32 GMT
"You are up. Is good, very good."
Your eyes adjust to the dim light. You're in a small apartment, and a young man stands in the doorway of the room you're in. He has brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that seem to draw you in. He holds a glass of caramel-looking liquid in his hand. Looked like whiskey, as far as you could tell. He hands you the glass.
"Thanks." You drink it down and feel the warmth tingling through your body...it was nice. "Who're you?"
"I have only one name for now. Is Pavel."
"Pavel...nice to meet you. Where is this place, exactly?"
"My home, apartment in downtown Moscow."
"Moscow...Russia?"
"Yes, in Russia."
"How'd I get here...?"
He shrugs. "No clue. Perhaps magic?"
"Probably was that exactly..." You try to move, but feel dizzy and lie back down. You also notice that your body is gently wrapped in bandages...your earlier wounds hardly hurt any more.
"You patched me up, huh?"
"Least I could do for girl out in field."
"I appreciate it...maybe there's a way I could repay you some time."
"Would be nice."
"Any ideas on where to go?"
Pavel lays out a few areas you could check out.
---
a) Back to the field where he found you
b) Pavel's regular bar
c) International House of Music
d) Red Square
e) Make your own journey
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 12, 2011 7:39:59 GMT
And what's 'that jutsu'
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 12, 2011 18:04:10 GMT
Komrade can be become human. And B. Shenanigans. The battlefield can wait a couple of story posts
|
|
|
Post by vegeta on Mar 12, 2011 20:23:06 GMT
B vote
|
|
|
Post by vegeta on Mar 12, 2011 20:23:54 GMT
And I think that Pavel could be one of the planets.
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 12, 2011 21:02:08 GMT
Is Pavel a planet?
|
|
|
Post by vegeta on Mar 12, 2011 21:28:50 GMT
I meant to say, he could be disguised, but I don't know.
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 13, 2011 4:49:46 GMT
"Let's do some more drinking, Pavel. You got a bar to go to?"
"Yes. Is down a few blocks east."
"Cool." You notice that there isn't a bundle of fur nestled in your chest as usual...Komrade didn't make it with you, then. But that made sense...he wasn't on your person when you lost consciousness.
You missed him already...hopefully you'd be able to get in contact with him soon enough.
"Let's go, Pavel."
---
You arrive at a cozy little bar, and Pavel's a real popular guy from the looks of it. There are a few whistles for him, and you get your fair share as well. You wished that you could understand Russian, so you could strike up a decent conversation...fortunately, a few of the regulars can communicate with you on the level.
"Is good to meet healthy, buxom young lady. And one who can drink well." A large man with a fuzzy beard takes a seat beside you, and extends his hand. He has a set of warm blue eyes along with his silvery hair...he seemed like a good fellow. You take his hand firmly.
"My name's Hitomi."
"I am Gregory."
"Were you just hitting on me, kind sir?"
"Is natural occurrence, like need to go to bathroom," Pavel chimes in.
"Oi, still with the jokes, eh Pavel?"
"Is what it is."
"Hohoho! Is true, is true. Pavel is good kid, very reliable. Does many things."
"Some is secret," the young man says.
"He is good at keeping secrets, yes."
"Do you know how I got here, then?"
"Is something we can find out. We go to Shukov Tower, when you are ready. For now, drink," Pavel says while raising his glass.
"Oh, I'm good at that," you reply with a grin.
"You will show me?"
"Da. Hit me, baby."
The drinks keep flowing all night long, and you don't waste a single drop. Russian vodka was really a treat, and you hadn't had it in a while...boy, it hit really hard once you started to slow down. Pavel didn't manage so well, and the barkeep said that it was the first time he'd been pushed to his limit before. Gregory kept hitting you on the back until he fell over from his buzz and couldn't do it anymore.
You let Pavel lean on your shoulder as you head back home. It was an hour or two past midnight at the moment...you were feeling a bit tipsy yourself.
Your eyes catch someone on the street corner...some guy with wild blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked oddly familiar...one of the Nine Planets? Or someone else? Or was the vodka messing with you?
If you wanted to check it out, you'd probably have to do away with Pavel for the time being...you didn't want to do that unless you had to, he had been a really good guy so far.
---
a) Follow the guy. 1. Carry Pavel with you 2. Leave him somewhere safe
b) Forget it for now...you'd have another shot later. 1. Take Pavel home with you 2. Take Pavel home and hang out somewhere else on your own 3. Take Pavel somewhere else with you
c) Make your own waltz
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 13, 2011 5:11:39 GMT
B1. Like I said, fighting can take a break.
On an unrelated note, Komrade
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 13, 2011 6:03:42 GMT
You decide to ignore the event and head home with Pavel. He hands you his keys, and you open up the apartment door before heading in. He plops himself down on the couch and you do the same before he turns on the television. They're rebroadcasting an earlier hockey game...
"I used to be great hockey player..."
"Yeah? You still play?"
"No..."
"Why not?"
"..."
"Pavel?"
"Is painful to talk about."
"...Okay. Sorry."
"Not your fault..."
You both watch the rest of the game in silence. The home team wins handily, 5-1. Pavel claps softly at the result.
"Is good match."
"Yeah...didn't think I'd like hockey at all. Guess it's big in Russia..."
"Yeah...really big in Russia...many great players from Russia in big leagues. Young players..." He sighs heavily and closes his eyes for a moment.
"Pavel...c'mere."
"Hm?" You pull him close and rest his head on your bosom.
"Eh, seems to calm you men down. Might as well try, right? Pavel?"
You smile as he sleeps peacefully.
"Sweet dreams, honey." You yawn and lie back on the couch, feeling sleep come over you as well.
---
The morning light pokes at you. You notice that Pavel's already gone, and there's a note on the table in front of the television.
'Have work to do. Will be back at 11 am. It's fine if you feel like heading out, but I made breakfast if you wanted it. We'll do whatever else you want when I return. Pavel.
P.S. Thank you for last night...I owe you.'
You smile at the note and stretch a bit before getting up. What would you do now?
---
a) Have breakfast and lounge around the apartment, find something to do.
b) Head out and explore a bit.
c) Whatever comes to mind.
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 13, 2011 6:17:02 GMT
A
|
|
|
Post by vegeta on Mar 13, 2011 6:24:33 GMT
A vote
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 13, 2011 7:00:33 GMT
Seeing as there was nothing else to do, and it was still early in the morning, you decide to just laze about for the time being. Before anything, you take a warm shower and slip into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, before eating breakfast. Pavel was a pretty good cook...pancakes, scrambled eggs, some tomatoes and sausages, too. Everything tasted good.
You make yourself a hot cup of coffee and then start to walk around the apartment. Pavel has quite a few books at his disposal...a few on hockey, some on art, and a lot on physics. He also made some sketches...they all had to do with hockey in some way, but they were really technical. Your eyes are drawn to his photo album...there are a few pictures of a younger woman with him, you guessed that it was his sister. Some older people posing with him, his parents. And a lot of pictures of him playing hockey, wearing medals and hoisting trophies...he had been top of his university squad...could have easily gone pro.
So why didn't he? So strange...
He had a few sticks lined up against one of the walls, along with pucks and a few pairs of skates. Hm, interesting.
You head back out onto the couch and watch another game or two...the nuances of the game were starting to interest you, actually. You wanted to try it out if you could. At the very least, you'd have the fighting thing down.
"Hey."
"Hey, Pavel. How was work?"
"Is not bad...decent money today."
"How much?"
"Well..." He whispers into your ear, and you have to stifle the urge to deck him.
"What?! And you're living here, of all places? I mean, it's really nice and cozy here, but..."
"Just...lifestyle choices."
"Hm. I can understand that. My sister was the same way."
"Your sister, was she like you?"
"Well, imagine me with brown hair, and even sexier than this."
He lets out a whistle at that. "Would be nice to meet her."
"I wish you could...but...she's dead now."
"Sorry to hear..."
"It's okay...I made my peace with her, and she died happy..."
"..."
"Sorry, I must be depressing you, huh?"
"...One moment."
He heads into his room and pulls out the photo album again, showing you a picture of the young woman from before. "My sister, Alexandra. I called her Alex...she was great girl, pretty and smart. She loved hockey as much as I did, and helped me with studies as well. I managed to use physics along with playing, and was better player for it."
"She sounds amazing..."
"...There was one day, before big title game. I get threats to throw game, is nothing unusual though."
"Right, I've heard about that a lot. Gambling and the like."
"But...Alex is kidnapped. They demand I lose game, or she gets hurt. Alex yells at me through phone, says not to lose game, not to throw away what I have been working for. I was torn, yeah? But..."
"You chose to play your heart out."
"On that day, I broke many records. I scored twelve goals in game. Alex, I found her at home, but...she was poisoned. I had to spend days up until professional league entry draft watching her die, slowly...and she did, one day before I was to go. I withdrew my name and disappeared...not even my parents know where I am. I ran from small town outside of Moscow...I will not go back."
"Pavel..."
"I am responsible for sister's death. There is no more hockey for me again."
"But didn't your sister want you to keep playing? Wouldn't she want you to succeed?"
"..."
You open your mouth to say something else, but you're not sure about what to say. Maybe...you could cheer him up somehow.
---
a) Offer to take him out somewhere. Maybe that would do it.
b) You wanted to learn how to play, and maybe you could coax good memories out of him with another skate.
c) Stick around here and try to cheer him up some other way.
d) Something else in mind.
|
|
|
Post by someclown911 on Mar 13, 2011 7:14:38 GMT
A. Though honestly, I was hoping Mother Russia had something to do with Komrade
|
|
|
Post by Forte on Mar 13, 2011 7:17:01 GMT
It might.
|
|