Post by Johnny on Apr 24, 2005 18:46:56 GMT -5
"Damn!"
There stood a figure covered in black armour, with dominant shoulder guards, round and large, breathing heavy, against a crimson sky. His skin was pale, and his eye was as crimson as the sky, but his hair was as black as his armour. It was long, and fell to his shoulders. He was leaning forward ever so slightly, but he still looked forward, across the immense garden that stood before him. It was an assortment of trees and cedars of rare sorts, with all sorts of gentle shrubbery and flowery blooms before him. It was all such a quaint site, except for the line of scorched earth, ending just in front of him, and the source of it all, a man in white. Though he was not quite a man at all. He was more machine then fauna. But enough of that for now. Things were getting most queer. This man, this thing, this thing that accosted him here; it drew near.
"I cannot permit you to leave, I'm afraid..."
Slowly in step, ginger, and not obscene, a figure in white robes approached him slowly. It had it's arm pointed at him. Not quite an arm anymore, though. It consisted of a very weapon like cylinder, where the hand ought to be, a silvery thing obviously a part of a machine, and it was covered with segment lines, and had a small targeting cylinder, along its left most side. It was, after all, the left side of his body, the left hand, that bore such a device so grand, a violation of the flesh of man; yeah, that was his hand. It would lay waste to the man in black, surely. The approaching monster had long, curly black hair, a blue eye that gazerd upon him with utter compassion of that right side of the face, the long hair covering his left eye. It made as if to make something hidden from view, Seth certainly knew this to be true. The man in black gazed up, straightening himself out, as the man aimed his queer arm, that twisted man in white, and prepared to end it there. He fired a beam of blinding white light, like nuclear flames it was. He hoped to trap, and annhilate this one, this black taint in his sanctified garden. He was almost done.
"My shrubs! My flowers! You will die!"
The man in black armor, Seth, he threw himself to the side, watching the blinding beam pass him by. It seemed the man could not move his arm after he fired. He slowly attempted to correct it. The smile of compassion upon his face did not vanish, but he uttered something most angry. For the beam had tore through a great deal of shrubbery, further damaging his beautiful garden. But Seth had already rose to a knee, his black cloak gathering in folds about his feet. It was time to escape from a fight he could not win, here, in this accursed garden, in the place called Xanadu. He lifted hands in front of him, revealing armor the same asthat all over his body. and prepared to depart this wretched place, prepared to accost this twisted man, with power given him in his journey. Upon his right wrist, materialized a larger band of metal, floating around it, an inch away from the talon like gauntlets, that adorned the flesh of his hands. His body was covered in obsidian armor, save the area of his head. Cold sweat escaped from pours, as he wondered if he had been fast enough. Time could only tell. A slight crackle of power that oozed of crimson red, spread from his own tainted lifeforce, to the ornament that was his tool, across the quicksilver which ran measureless symbols, becording the coordinates due.
"I'll see you in hell!"
He muttered this in a youths voice, then unleashed the power, as the man in white fired his shot. The two powers collided, as momentarily, the grim traveler became unstuck. Through space and tiem the power fluxed, until the power of that of the crimson red had won; the power of anti-thesis, which tore between worlds, had won. It was time to leave this accursed place.
All reality rippled through his vision, as the traveler traversed between realms. It was time to make it to another place to find where the day had been won.
Time sped up, time slowed down, all perception was blurred. He himself was blurred to himself, as all became jumbled in their dimensions and color, all was liek a twisted kaleidoscope; then all was finished, and all had ended...
His vision was dizzy, and he collapsed where he was, gazing with uncertainty bereft of emotion up at the twilight sky all about him. He sensed the dead milling invisible to and fro, as the red crackle of his travel crept and disappeared along the grounds outline, and he realized something quite clear. He had disappeared from that accursed garden, and had found himself here, at the threshold of a new world...
[Anyone may post if they like, or else I'll continue it]
There stood a figure covered in black armour, with dominant shoulder guards, round and large, breathing heavy, against a crimson sky. His skin was pale, and his eye was as crimson as the sky, but his hair was as black as his armour. It was long, and fell to his shoulders. He was leaning forward ever so slightly, but he still looked forward, across the immense garden that stood before him. It was an assortment of trees and cedars of rare sorts, with all sorts of gentle shrubbery and flowery blooms before him. It was all such a quaint site, except for the line of scorched earth, ending just in front of him, and the source of it all, a man in white. Though he was not quite a man at all. He was more machine then fauna. But enough of that for now. Things were getting most queer. This man, this thing, this thing that accosted him here; it drew near.
"I cannot permit you to leave, I'm afraid..."
Slowly in step, ginger, and not obscene, a figure in white robes approached him slowly. It had it's arm pointed at him. Not quite an arm anymore, though. It consisted of a very weapon like cylinder, where the hand ought to be, a silvery thing obviously a part of a machine, and it was covered with segment lines, and had a small targeting cylinder, along its left most side. It was, after all, the left side of his body, the left hand, that bore such a device so grand, a violation of the flesh of man; yeah, that was his hand. It would lay waste to the man in black, surely. The approaching monster had long, curly black hair, a blue eye that gazerd upon him with utter compassion of that right side of the face, the long hair covering his left eye. It made as if to make something hidden from view, Seth certainly knew this to be true. The man in black gazed up, straightening himself out, as the man aimed his queer arm, that twisted man in white, and prepared to end it there. He fired a beam of blinding white light, like nuclear flames it was. He hoped to trap, and annhilate this one, this black taint in his sanctified garden. He was almost done.
"My shrubs! My flowers! You will die!"
The man in black armor, Seth, he threw himself to the side, watching the blinding beam pass him by. It seemed the man could not move his arm after he fired. He slowly attempted to correct it. The smile of compassion upon his face did not vanish, but he uttered something most angry. For the beam had tore through a great deal of shrubbery, further damaging his beautiful garden. But Seth had already rose to a knee, his black cloak gathering in folds about his feet. It was time to escape from a fight he could not win, here, in this accursed garden, in the place called Xanadu. He lifted hands in front of him, revealing armor the same asthat all over his body. and prepared to depart this wretched place, prepared to accost this twisted man, with power given him in his journey. Upon his right wrist, materialized a larger band of metal, floating around it, an inch away from the talon like gauntlets, that adorned the flesh of his hands. His body was covered in obsidian armor, save the area of his head. Cold sweat escaped from pours, as he wondered if he had been fast enough. Time could only tell. A slight crackle of power that oozed of crimson red, spread from his own tainted lifeforce, to the ornament that was his tool, across the quicksilver which ran measureless symbols, becording the coordinates due.
"I'll see you in hell!"
He muttered this in a youths voice, then unleashed the power, as the man in white fired his shot. The two powers collided, as momentarily, the grim traveler became unstuck. Through space and tiem the power fluxed, until the power of that of the crimson red had won; the power of anti-thesis, which tore between worlds, had won. It was time to leave this accursed place.
All reality rippled through his vision, as the traveler traversed between realms. It was time to make it to another place to find where the day had been won.
Time sped up, time slowed down, all perception was blurred. He himself was blurred to himself, as all became jumbled in their dimensions and color, all was liek a twisted kaleidoscope; then all was finished, and all had ended...
His vision was dizzy, and he collapsed where he was, gazing with uncertainty bereft of emotion up at the twilight sky all about him. He sensed the dead milling invisible to and fro, as the red crackle of his travel crept and disappeared along the grounds outline, and he realized something quite clear. He had disappeared from that accursed garden, and had found himself here, at the threshold of a new world...
[Anyone may post if they like, or else I'll continue it]