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Post by Nicholi on May 20, 2004 19:36:41 GMT -5
A week has passed since Thanatos, Syrant, Electra, and Argis have left the mansion. Nicholi sits on the upper balcony looking towards the mountain that lies west from white village. He slowly sips a cup of tea, rather than his usual cup of wine. Suddenly Nicholi hears the sound of feet walking along the ground outside his manor. He leans over the balcony to see a several men approaching his front door.
"I suppose I have some uninvited guests. I think I'll go give them the red carpet treatment."
*Nicholi rises from his current postion and begins to head down to the front door, grabbing his new scythe and his zanbatou as he goes.* Slowly he opens the door to the manor to see five men in tattered mail on his front door step.
"May I help you.. er.. gentelmen."
The tallest man of the group, apparantly the leader steps forward.
"We have come to reply to your job offer" the tall man says.
Nicholi takes a step step forward, still barely visable to the men outside due to the dark lighting near the entrance. From his current position he carefully examines the man. He senses that something is differant about this man than that of your average person.
"I am sorry to inform you but those positions have already been filled. Now if you don't mind I would request that you leave. Good day to you sirs."
Nicholi closes the doors behind him and begins to walk down the hall when he suddenly stops about 3 yards from where he was previously standing. The doors fly off their hinges and head towards Nicholi. Swiftly he pulls out his Scythe and makes several well placed slashes to the oncoming doors. As the now shattered wreckage that used to be his doors crash to the floor, the tall man stands at the entrnace to the manor, his eyes a piercinf bloodshot red.
"I will not except your answer Mr. Anhelo. If you fail to cooperate with us you will die were you stand.
Nicholi brushes off his shoulders and enters a battle stance while while still holdong his scythe.
"You are sadly mistaken dear sir for it is you who is about to die. I'll have you now those doors were very expensive and you will pay for them woth your lives."
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Post by Nicholi on May 26, 2004 16:49:20 GMT -5
Nicholi observes his five attackers. Each of the men appear to have a differant weapon suited for differant ranges of combat. The first man on the left carries a weighted chain. The second man on the left wields to shortswords. The first man on the right holds a crossbow. The second man on the right carries a set of Nunchaku. The group's leader wields a large battle axe.
"Which one of you wants to be flattend first."
The man carrying the weighted cahin charges Nicholi. He begins to swing the chain in violent patterns as he nears Nicholi.
"Pathetic."
Nicholi catches the chain around the base of his scythe and brings its wielder closer by jerking the ensnared chain. Nicholi's attaker is pulled head first towards the middle of the now upside-down scythe. Nicholi raises the scythe straight up. The scythe tears through the upper portion of the mans body.
"When I said I was going to give you people the red carpet treatment I was serious. I spaired this idiot's life but I warn you I won't be so kind to the next one who tries to attack. *grin* I still have a new technique I want to test out.
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Post by Nicholi on May 26, 2004 20:03:30 GMT -5
The three remaining "underlings", begin to circle around Nicholi. The leader stands back and watches as his companions prepare to attack.
"If you don't mind I'd like to finish this as soon as possible. I'm expecting some friends soon so I'd like to clean up your corpses and fix my doors before they arrive."
The three men stop moving. Each of them raises their weapons, all aimed and Nicholi's head.
"I really don't want to waste a good attack on the three of you but it would seem I have no choice. Thanatos will just have to take a number."
Nicholi begins to tap his foot at a steadly rising beat. As the beat reaches a fairly rapid tempo, Nicholi begins to swing his scythe around his body.
"Well here goes. 2/4 time."
After saying this, Nicholi begins to move at a speed invisble to the average eye leaving only a trail of dust, left by the still swinging scythe, as a sign of his postion. The three men are slashed in multiple areas as Nicholi breaks away from the confined circle. Nicholi heads for each man seperately, in attempt to finish each of them off. The first target tries to dodge the oncoming strike. Although he managed to avoid the brute force of the strike, the breakneck speed of the attack caused any target, sirectly at, or even a foot or so away to suffer a hit. The second target wasn't quite as lucky as his commrade, taking the attack head on, leaving him a baddly hacked up mess. The final, third target, anticipates the oncoming strike and fires his crossbow. The bolt dissapears into the whirring winds, as the third target meets the same fate as the other two men. After hitting all three of the "underlings", Nicholi stops, some what exhausted.
"It would seem I need to work on that attack a little more. *turns around to face the leader of the five men revieling a blood stained right eye.* If a bolt can to this to me, then I dare not think what Thanatos would be capable of. Well I suppose only the two of us remain and at this point I'm not sure who will win. Will it be me, the exhausted fighter, or you, a slave to the MASS...
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Post by Whitakker on May 27, 2004 19:33:00 GMT -5
As the dark-clad man approaches the manor, he hears the definite sound of battle inside. He looks toward the front door, not even 25 feet away. There was no front door....
"Well, well. Looks like Mr. Anhelo has recieved a few unexpected surprises, now hasn't he Skye?"*Whitakker says to his golden eagle. Skye gives a clicking sound, disturbed by the scene in front of them.*
"Are you ready, Skye?"*Whitakker says to Skye again. Skye stretches his wings, spanning well over six feet wide, assumes a slight crouching position on Whitakker's shoulder, ready for his master's orders. Whitakker approaches the threshold of the shattered remnants of the front door, and looks in. He sees one man facing Nicholi, wielding a large battle axe. The adversary raises it over his head, prepared to come down on Nicholi with a lethal blow.*
"Knock, knock"*Whitakker says, and pulls out his mechanical sawblade, activates it, and throws it at the attacker's axe. The axe is thrown out of the man's hands, and the sawblade returns to Whitakker. Whitakker then proceeds to put that up, and retrieve his Wolter PPKs, and begins to fire at the man. Whitakker has now entered the manor. The man avoids the short volley of bullets, and snatches the zanbatou from the exhausted Nicholi. Nicholi is able to reach a chair in the corner of the room, and sits down, all of a sudden very interested in watching his rescuer battle his attacker.
"Well now, if you want to use blades, then, alright."*Whitakker puts his guns up, and pulls out a massive broadsword from his back. The sword is almost three-quarters the size of the zanbatou.
"Skye, ascend!"*Whitakker shouts to his eagle, and Skye takes to the rafters high above the conflict, waiting for the next command.*
*Whitakker rushes at the man, and when he is about five feet away, shoves his sword into the ground, thereby propelling himself into the air, a good nine feet above his adversary. With his sword in one hand, he pulls out his sawblade and throws it at the man, making a nice gash in his neck. Blood gushed out from the wound. While in midair, Whitakker pulls out one of his PPKs and fires the entire clip at the man, landing shots in the neck, back, and head. Whitakker then lands on the floor, and puts up his gun. The man is now mortally wounded, and turns to face Whitakker. What the man didn't see was the sawblade on its return path, as it sliced into the man's side, puncturing his lung. At this point, the man is barely able to stand, seeing how all of these attacks happened in less than ten seconds, all in rapid procession, all producing critical hits. Whitakker then simply plants a roundhouse kick to the man's head, knocking him flat on the ground.
"Goodbye"*is all that Whitakker utters as he thrusts his sword through the man's chest, killing him instantly. Seeing that Nicholi had finished off the other men, he turns to Nicholi, who is still seated in the chair.
"Mr. Nicholi Anhelo, I presume?".....
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Post by Nicholi on May 28, 2004 10:56:53 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that now is not the time for hellos. Our "friend" over there isn't quite finished with us yet."
From the corpse of the fallen man rises a strange black creature. It ressembles an almost liquid animal. It stands on the two feet it now has, slowly heading in the direction of Whitakker and Nicholi.
"Stand behind something. Things are about to get messy."
Nicholi pulls out a large handgun from his pocket. He aims the gun at the MASS parasite. He pulls the gun's trigger. The center cylindar of the gun begins to rotate rapidly and a strange white light is given off by the gun. The gun shakes violently as the energy begins to surround Nicholi. When it seems as if this violent energy would destroy Nicholi, it dissapears.
"Now. Die!"
After saying these words, Nicholi pulls the trigger all the way back. A bullet flies out of the gun in a dazzaling white flash. As it nears its target, a hole begins to open in the Mass as the bullet draws near. The energy given off by this bullet is so strong that it begins to harm Mass as it reaches them. The bullet makes contact with its intended target. The Mass begins to swing aroud violently, apparently in a great deal of pain. The bullet emplodes while inside the MASS, causing a great flash throughout the room. After the flash all that remains of the MASS is a small black stone. *Nicholi picks up the stone.*
"Well now, it would seem that our fight is over. I owe you a greet deal of thanks good sir. You prevented me from doing something I really didn't want to do. *looks at his arm.* (It would have been very dangerous of me to use this. Especially since I have yet to test it.) Anyway, I believe introductions are now in order. I am Nicholi Anhelo, the sole member of the Anhelo family left. In return for your help here I will grant you want you came here for. I presume you cam to answer my ad. You have proven yourself to be a worthy addition to my already large group. I welcomyou sir..sir.. I don't beieve I caught your name.
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Post by Whitakker on May 28, 2004 11:20:05 GMT -5
"My name, good sir, is Whitakker. And this is my loyal companion, Skye."*At the mention of his name, Skye gives a small shriek, pleased to get the attention. Whitakker then wipes his blade clean, and puts it back in it's sheath, strapped to his back.*
"As for your ad, yes I did come hear to answer to it, but in the process I have lost it, and now I can't seem to remember what the ad was about. But it is irrelevant now. Would you care to show me around this wonderful estate? I am also eager to meet these others that you have gathered together. It should be interesting...."
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Post by Nicholi on May 28, 2004 12:51:59 GMT -5
"I'll gladely show you around my home but I'm afraid the rest of the group are out making preperations before we set our on our trip. They should be back soon. In the mean time you and your friend there can stay here and make use of my lab and its equipment. Right now there is something I must attend to. Help yourself to anything you wish. There is food in the kitchen and If you wish you can draw yourself a bath. I'll meet with you in a few hours."
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Post by Whitakker on May 29, 2004 17:58:27 GMT -5
"Well, I believe Skye and I are both a bit hungry, so we'll be heading off to the kitchen now."
*Nicholi directs him to the kitchen. Whitakker rummages around a bit, and finds some frozen pizza in the freezer. He bakes it in the oven, and enjoys. Meanwhile, Skye is busy stuffing his beak with some chicken. After the good meal, they head off to the laboratory.*
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Post by Whitakker on Jun 2, 2004 9:26:30 GMT -5
*After browsing in the laboratory, Whitakker and Skye head off to the equipment room. Whitakker casts his eyes over the vast array of weapons that Mr. Anhelo has amassed. But not like he wanted any. He was very content with his own arsenal, which always proved quite effective for him in the past.
After visiting the equipment room, Whitakker finds a hallway. Drawn by curiosity, he travels down the hallway. At the end, there is a large door to his left. Whitakker tests it, and finds it unlocked. Cautiously he walks in, only to find himself in the midst of a massive array of computers, televisions, and monitoring screens.*
"It seems we've accidently stumbled into the control room, Skye. I wonder if Mr.
Anhelo would mind if we took a stroll through this room."
*Whitakker and Skye take an unguided tour of the room, and after seeing that nothing is anything less than what he had expected, depart the room. They make their way down to the sitting room, and sit down on a very comfortable armchair.*
"I wonder what Mr. Anhelo had to attend to. He said he would meet with me in a few hours. I arrived here at about one o'clock, and it is now well past five. I wonder where he could be. I wish he could hurry up. I don't much care for waiting around, doing nothing."....
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Post by Nicholi on Jun 3, 2004 11:35:55 GMT -5
Nicholi walks downstairs to see Whitakker sitting in a chair in the den.
"Sorry about the delay. I took longer than I expected. By the current state of my home, I can see you gave yourself the grand tour. Not to mention raided me of all my frozen pizza. If you don't mind my asking, I would like for you to help me clean up the manor before the others return. If they saw it like it currently is they'd think I'm a pig. No offense or anything of the sort."
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Post by Whitakker on Jun 3, 2004 17:03:31 GMT -5
"I'm sorry if I've been a problem, Mr. Anhelo. Of course I will help you straighten up the place a bit."
*Whitakker and Nicholi then proceed to dust, wash, and otherwise tidy up the manor. After a few good hours of work they settle down to a light dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread. Skye occupies himself with a piece of turkey. After the dinner, Whitakker is then directed to the library by Nicholi. Whitakker finds a good book to read, and sits down in an armchair. Skye, full with the turkey, sits atop the chair, and falls asleep, head under his wing.*
"Well, I suppose it won't be very long before I meet the others Mr. Anhelo has recruited."
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Post by Whitakker on Jul 2, 2004 10:49:27 GMT -5
After reading several of the chapters, Whitakker puts the book down. "I could use some exercise", Whitakker says to himself, and gently wakes Skye up, knowing that he is a little cranky after a nap. With Skye on his shoulder, he proceeds out of the library, and seeks out Mr. Anhelo. He finds Nicholi in the lounge, reading a book..
"Excuse me, Mr. Anhelo. May I ask a favor of you?"
*Nicholi looks up from his book at Whitakker.* "You may."
"Well, Mr. Anhelo, I am growing a tad lacsidaisical now, which I don't like. If you have a training room of some sort, would you care to engage me in a small scrimmage? If you don't, I completely understand. How's about it?"
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Post by Nicholi on Jul 3, 2004 14:14:11 GMT -5
Nicholi rises from his armchair. He slowly walks over to his scythe, nagita and heavy blade, now leaning up against the wall, and begins to put them in there proper places on his armor.
"I thought you'd never ask Whitakker."
He motions for Whitakker to follow him downstairs. After decending several flights of staris, Nicholi and Whitakker reach a large arena like room. Nicholi walks across to the far end of the room talking his place on the far said of the arena.
"I'll let you and Skye make the first move."
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Post by Whitakker on Jul 3, 2004 17:33:12 GMT -5
*Whitakker grins*
"Actually, Skye will not be partaking in this scrimmage. He will simply watch the show."*At that, Skye ascends from Whitakker's shoulder, and perches on a rafter high above, pleased at watching his master battle once again."
"Skye is not to be targeted in any way. Understood?"*Nicholi nods, and takes out his scythe, his obvious weapon of choice. He assumes a battle position.*
"I won't be using any of my ranged weapons," says Whitakker,"I hope you'll be fair in doing the same."
*Whitakker unsheathes his broadsword from his back, holds it with only one hand, surprisingly, and also assumes a battle stance. The two eye each other for a moment. At first, Nicholi was positive he was looking a Whitakker. But after one blink of Nicholi's eyes, he was no longer there. He blinked once more. "Impressive", thought Nicholi. "Faster than I believed."
"Coming down.", *said Whitakker
*Nicholi looks above him to see Whitakker coming at him from above, the tip of the broadsword coming straight at him......*
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Post by electra on Jul 3, 2004 19:43:05 GMT -5
*Electra pops (with pink smoke, of course) in holding ten or so Piggly Wiggly bags on her arms, which contains all of Nicholi's favortie food. Of course distracted, Whitakker turns his attention away from Nicholi.*
"Here is the food that I could sense you wanted, Nicholi. And Whitakker, I picked up some special chicken for Skye. Can I feed him?"
*She reaches into her pocket and gets out her love bead. She takes out Thanatos' coat and with one simply combination on her love bead remote, it turns from a dark black to a leopard print. She then stores in back into the love bead and then quickly gets out some chicken and motions for Skye to come down.*
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