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| PrehistoricEchoes | Mar 29 2013, 02:55 PM Post #1 |
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Propheci strode through the mud, hissing angrily as it gripped his legs. The sun was beginning to hang low in the sky, so the next announcement was going to occur soon. He and Jevson had been travelling through the marsh for an hour now. It was disgusting. The Draconian was used to rocky crags, mountains, or wide open plains. Here, the ground acted like the enemy, trying to pull him down with every step. "Move," Jevson hissed. Agh, Propheci groaned. We need to find a place to rest. I cannot keep this up all night. And I crave flesh... Jevson whacked his weapon across Propheci's bladed helmet. The Draconian hissed. "We keep going. Once we find some hard ground, I'll see what I can do about shelter." The pair continued walking. |
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| PrehistoricEchoes | Apr 15 2013, 09:16 PM Post #2 |
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Jevson and Propheci sat in a dried hole the Matoran-disguised Rahkshi had created using his plasma powers. It was relatively dry, large, warm, and gave the pair a decent place to rest for the time being. Propheci was sleeping, his bladed helmet still mounted on his head. He had spent most of the journey complaining, and Jevson had finally created the shelter in order to silence him. Now the mutant-Rahkshi was... experimenting. He had already perfected the gravitational portals--he knew this because Pariah's name had yet to turn up in the announcements. Now he was making something else. He first created a sphere of plasma, and compacted it until it began to attract small pebbles in the room. Then, he placed a gravitational field inside the sphere that would cause it to throw itself apart. Before the 'bomb' could explode, however, he encased it another gravitational field, this one preventing it from expanding. He then condensed the sphere until it became quite dense. Another gravitational field now kept it from pulling in all the objects nearby into itself. Propheci woke up. What are you doing? he asked. "Working," Jevson said, not looking away from his project. On what? "Insurance." The Rahkshi's Matoran face smiled. "I figure we'll need something to keep any other contestant at bay in the off chance they happen to be stronger than us." Propheci looked at the sphere. And we use this to do it? "This happens to be a... well, something of a singularity. If I let go of the gravitational fields surrounding it, bad things will happen. One false move, and, well, I'll narrate that later." Why are you doing this? "Because the voices that are inside my head and yorus--similar to all the other contestants on this field--demands it." Propheci shook his head and pretended to sleep. He truly was beginning to think that Jevson was going mad. |
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| PrehistoricEchoes | Apr 18 2013, 10:08 PM Post #3 |
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Jevson settled into sleep. It was good to finally get some shuteye. It gave him time to think about what was going on and to plot out his next move in the Game he now called life. Eventually, he began to dream. First the eyes of the pitiful Rahk'veth dying, and his partner rushing to his aid. Jevson smiled. In his own universe, he may never have gotten the chance to kill him. Then, more images flashed before him. Somewhere, it seemed, a group was battling a Tahtorak. Another group was holding out in the amphitheater. Then, a pair of eyes appeared in his mind. Two blazing, lightning-blue slits, whitest around their pupils. "Hello there," the being whom the eyes belonged to hissed. "You," Jevson snapped. "You're supposed to be dead. The last time you came out, you were incinerated by a Baterra." "Ah yes," said the being. "Fortunately for me, we're both multiversal singularities. Well, actually we're the same being. Two sides of an all too violent coin. I just got the shinier side." "Well, you won't be here long. If I die, you go with me. The Ix nerfed my regenerative abilities, and there's no way in Karzahni that you're going to body surf out of it." The eyes narrowed. "You sound so certain. Now why in all the blazes would I, your less... subdued side, die. You go, I go with you. All the way to the next universe we pop up in." Jevson hated this. After his incident years ago, the encounter with the energized protodermis that made him what he is now, he had experienced many odd side affects. Along with his new and improved body came a new and terrifying personality. His original Rahkshi half had split from him, becoming its own, bloodlusting personality. Jevson became cold, emotionless, and sadistic; and the old became violent, illogical, and altogether insane. Luckily, the 'real' Jevson had managed to subdue his alternate personality--which called itself "Blackwind"--with a series of psionic barriers. The only problem was that every now and then he'd break through, or worse, gain a body via a clone of Jevson. "Shut up and leave," Jevson hissed. "I'm not dealing with you here." "You won't have to," Blackwind said in an all too lighthearted tone. "I just have to wait until you make one stupid move--cut yourself in half or eat something that really doesn't agree with you--and then I come out in full glory." "Do really expect that to happen?" Jevson asked. The eyes were gone, though. Darkness and sleep were his only answer. And, for some reason, this worried Jevson more than any words ever could. |
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| PrehistoricEchoes | Apr 22 2013, 09:40 PM Post #4 |
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Propheci heard the announcement and trembled slightly. They were now in a danger zone. Another danger zone. And if he and Jevson didn't leave soon, they would probably be swallowed up in a blast of Shadowdermis. The thought was not exactly appealing to him. Luckily, Jevson was already up and in his Matoran shape. But he didn't look like he was going to leave anytime soon. Instead, he simply sat in a corner of their dry 'den' of sorts and messed with his submachine gun. The weapon was oversized for his Matoran hands, but he could still wield just as well as he could full-sized. "What in blazes are you waiting for?" Propheci hissed into Jevson's mind. "We need to leave now!" Jevson shook his head. "You do realize we have a bit of time to get out of here," he said. "And even then, I--" "Don't you even care for our safety?" the Draconian interrupted. Jevson cracked a grin. "You didn't let me finish my sentence, but now I can kill two Mahi with one stone. I only care about my safety." Propheci looked around, slightly terrified at the statement. "I've been thinking," Jevson said, flicking off the weapon's safety. "You have been nothing but a liability since this bloody game started. I have to stay a weak Matoran to maintain your disguise. I have to sit on your back for hours on end acting as your puppet. And worst of all, I have to go to the trouble of keeping you alive." "But--" Propheci gasped. "And I have a certain... thing urging me to spill some blood, and you happen to be convenient." "Please don't, my leader!" Propheci groveled, falling to his knees. "I've done so much for you. Please! Please don't kill me!" "You haven't done enough for me in this universe," Jevson hissed. He flicked the weapon to its semiautomatic feature. "But you know me. I won't kill you..." He quickly shapeshifted into his full sized form, groaning in pain at the transition from Matoran to hulking monstrosity. Then, he punched Propheci to his feet. Two well placed gunshots later, and Propheci was back on the ground, blood pouring from his kneecaps. "Not when you'll be in more pain alive," the Rahkshi finished. "Please!" Propheci hissed. "I'll do anything! Anything! I swear!" "Now how many beings asked that of you and still fell to your blade." Propheci could not give an answer. All he knew was that now, after millennia of completely disregarding the idea of his transgression against the universe, he was going to pay for every one of his sins. "It's like you always say," Jevson hissed. "The weak are supposed to die Propheci. But I am a god. And gods like me are strong." Jevson concentrated for a moment, finally opening a dimensional portal. He linked it to the grasslands. "Goodbye, Draconian," he hissed. "Have fun making nice with God." Propheci looked at Jevson in sheer horror until the portal claimed him whole. Jevson knew the Draconian was alive, but he wouldn't make it far. He couldn't walk, and without that, he was sure to be killed by some other mindless contestant. Jevson would kill, yes, but not when pain was the first thing he could cause. "Alright, happy?" he asked the air. As if on command, Blackwind showed up. "Well, I wished there'd be more blood, but hey, at least you responded to me for once." Jevson spat, "Don't expect it to happen again." He smashed through the roof of his den and took flight, heading away from the now hazardous area. |
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