06-08-2015, 07:29 PM
(Pt. 2)
The dark fiend found himself in a room in the dojo. There was a virtual keyboard hovering in front of him. He pressed a multitude of keys remembering hos he had used the library from before. He didn't know why but deep down inside, he had been called here. Something or someone wanted ihim to be here. As his finger stroked the last button, a humming happened. A wall slid open and a table floated towards him in a slow ominous fashion.
His eyes glanced at the items that were laid out on the table and couldn't believe it. They were all there. The namekian took a breath, unsure if it was a ruse and reached out. He hesitated for a moment and finally touched the first item.
The Cards of Destiny. To anyone else, they looked just like a deck of cards. But to the assassin, they were deadly weapons. A flick of the wrist was all they needed and they'd cut through the air hoping to bit into the flesh of the unsuspecting victim.
His hands moved over to the next object. It was a stick with a blade. The blade itself was hooked. It was the true representation of death. If your victim was in range and tried to get away, all you had to to was reach out and snatch them back towards you, taking their life as you did. It symbolized him as being the Reaper. It symbolized him being Death. It was the ultimate representation of what he had become. But only the namek knew how to tap it's power and let it reach out and touch a person. The Reaper's Scythe meant having to make choices that only a specific person could.
Next to it was the ever hungry pole-ax. The glaive he had took from the speedy man in the red suit. Flash they had called him. The spandex wearing human had never deserved this item. He didn't know how to use it. He didn't respect it in all it's glory. To the Emerald Fiend though, it was an extension of himself. It made his sharp nails just a little longer. It loved the taste of blood. It didn't care about who it belong to. It was a mercenary just like the Dark Hunter was.
Next to it was the darkest painful item he had come across. The Red Pyramid Helmet.
"Oh? You like the helmet? I'll let you have this thing since you keep eyeing it. But I'll need to get that pack off your back, and those binoculars." The Golden Warrior was arrogant and truly reminded him of Arith in quite a few ways. There were no jokes though. Jack stood there staring at a notched bow wielded by a rugged but proud man.
The Emerald Warrior sneered as he observed the situation. Everyone seemed arrogant and proud. Even himself, but he was smarter and with a shrug dropped the jetpack and binoculars. on the ground.
The rustic helm on the back of the King felt so ominous, that Retane wanted to sate his curiosity and understand why it felt as if it was calling out to him.
Beside the helm, was a old and dirty hockey mask as well as a leather glove that had blades on it. He hadn't requested te items and looked at them curiously for a few moments and shook his head.
The last item was a cell phone. The same phone that Jack had started with.
"I told you. I would see you at the end." The familiar voice called from behind
Retane looked back at Jack Frost. The Guardian had waited for him. The namekian looked deep in to the eyes of his friend and saw that the Guardian of the Horsemen was different. Tainted with nightmares he would never forget. It was the Emerald Warriors fault, but it was a path they had chosen. Subconsciously the Dark Hunter started putting the items in the green duffel bag labeled '#04' without realizing it, and through it over his shoulder.
The ice wielder had Savior in his hand now and grinned, nervously as usual. There was still pain that showed on his lips though, even if Jack tried to mask it It was that slight curl and arch at the edge of his lip. "They are kicking us out and calling you to the elevator to head to a VIP room. I just wanted to catch you before I left. I'm heading back to that spot you told us about. I'll meet you there. "
The Guardian paused for a moment as he turned away and looked back. "I saw what you did for those kids by the way. I won't tell anyone. I promise." Jack left it at that and walked off.
Retane grinned and took a breath. It was time to become a Very Important Person.
The dark fiend found himself in a room in the dojo. There was a virtual keyboard hovering in front of him. He pressed a multitude of keys remembering hos he had used the library from before. He didn't know why but deep down inside, he had been called here. Something or someone wanted ihim to be here. As his finger stroked the last button, a humming happened. A wall slid open and a table floated towards him in a slow ominous fashion.
His eyes glanced at the items that were laid out on the table and couldn't believe it. They were all there. The namekian took a breath, unsure if it was a ruse and reached out. He hesitated for a moment and finally touched the first item.
The Cards of Destiny. To anyone else, they looked just like a deck of cards. But to the assassin, they were deadly weapons. A flick of the wrist was all they needed and they'd cut through the air hoping to bit into the flesh of the unsuspecting victim.
His hands moved over to the next object. It was a stick with a blade. The blade itself was hooked. It was the true representation of death. If your victim was in range and tried to get away, all you had to to was reach out and snatch them back towards you, taking their life as you did. It symbolized him as being the Reaper. It symbolized him being Death. It was the ultimate representation of what he had become. But only the namek knew how to tap it's power and let it reach out and touch a person. The Reaper's Scythe meant having to make choices that only a specific person could.
Next to it was the ever hungry pole-ax. The glaive he had took from the speedy man in the red suit. Flash they had called him. The spandex wearing human had never deserved this item. He didn't know how to use it. He didn't respect it in all it's glory. To the Emerald Fiend though, it was an extension of himself. It made his sharp nails just a little longer. It loved the taste of blood. It didn't care about who it belong to. It was a mercenary just like the Dark Hunter was.
Next to it was the darkest painful item he had come across. The Red Pyramid Helmet.
"Oh? You like the helmet? I'll let you have this thing since you keep eyeing it. But I'll need to get that pack off your back, and those binoculars." The Golden Warrior was arrogant and truly reminded him of Arith in quite a few ways. There were no jokes though. Jack stood there staring at a notched bow wielded by a rugged but proud man.
The Emerald Warrior sneered as he observed the situation. Everyone seemed arrogant and proud. Even himself, but he was smarter and with a shrug dropped the jetpack and binoculars. on the ground.
The rustic helm on the back of the King felt so ominous, that Retane wanted to sate his curiosity and understand why it felt as if it was calling out to him.
Beside the helm, was a old and dirty hockey mask as well as a leather glove that had blades on it. He hadn't requested te items and looked at them curiously for a few moments and shook his head.
The last item was a cell phone. The same phone that Jack had started with.
"I told you. I would see you at the end." The familiar voice called from behind
Retane looked back at Jack Frost. The Guardian had waited for him. The namekian looked deep in to the eyes of his friend and saw that the Guardian of the Horsemen was different. Tainted with nightmares he would never forget. It was the Emerald Warriors fault, but it was a path they had chosen. Subconsciously the Dark Hunter started putting the items in the green duffel bag labeled '#04' without realizing it, and through it over his shoulder.
The ice wielder had Savior in his hand now and grinned, nervously as usual. There was still pain that showed on his lips though, even if Jack tried to mask it It was that slight curl and arch at the edge of his lip. "They are kicking us out and calling you to the elevator to head to a VIP room. I just wanted to catch you before I left. I'm heading back to that spot you told us about. I'll meet you there. "
The Guardian paused for a moment as he turned away and looked back. "I saw what you did for those kids by the way. I won't tell anyone. I promise." Jack left it at that and walked off.
Retane grinned and took a breath. It was time to become a Very Important Person.
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...