09-27-2013, 03:07 PM
Leaping, from rooftop to rooftop, sword in hand, the young ebony man would slash through those opponents who had parachuted down into the village below, stopping occasionally to drop to the ground, then spin like a top in an upward spiral motion, slicing those who had attempted to mob him into ribbons. As he moved, displaying uncanny stamina and reflexes, more and more of the alien insurgents would clamber onto the rooftops and attempt to halt him. One fired a pistol at him, and stared on in shock as Maximillion's head rose until he was eye level with the bullet, then suddenly appeared on the other side of it, sword upraised, eyes closed and a triumphant smirk upon his lips. The bullet would suddenly split in half, and punch through the throats of two of the aliens who had been positioned behind Maximillion, preparing to hit him from behind.
Such feats weren't uncommon to this one, whose mind analyze the geometry, wind velocity, the various dimensions, and even the most minute muscle twitches and contractions in order to predict the moves of his opponents. Some called him Black Yokai, for despite being apparently human, he moved and fought like something out of a storybook. They all thought he had supernatural strength and speed, but it all honestly came down to a complex science, highly advanced mathematics that would give some of the world's greatest mathematicians a splitting migraine two seconds in, and a body conditioned through years and years of rigorous training and dedication to his craft....
WAR.
Back in those days, these were amongst the things said of Maximillion during his stint as the young samurai boy. They didn't realize that it was the brain of a man who had lived, in one form or another, for the better part of a millennia. Although every reality he existed within varied, he carried with him a vast amount of general knowledge that was applicable wherever he went, and it didn't take long for him to figure out how the Plane, Dimension or World he was transported to (as he often was) was unique, and what it would take to exploit it's makeup in order to accomplish his goals.
In some of his lives, he had been more successful than others. There were even times when the causes around him, in one of the lives he had assumed control of, had been so riveting, so heart-wrenching, he had spent his time focused on that, rather than his usual goal at intellectual supremacy.
However, he was beginning to realize that the Omniverse was going to be one of the most challenging realities he had ever been implanted into. Was it his desire to 'exploit' the proverbial 'code' of any realm he was in that made him a subject of interest to Omni? Or was he just drawn out of a hat of likely candidates, no knowledge or interest in what made Maximillion unique from a number of others?
I need to find others like myself. Maximillion thought to himself, chuckling as he yet again found himself reminiscing about his life as the young ebony Samurai boy. If what they say is true, these 'Primes', like myself and the others here, are individuals who are unique, exceptional even. That means that there may be those who came before us, like this Bradley, who have amassed a significant amount of power, and perhaps even knowledge whilst here. What this means, then, is that I need to find a realm that has, within it, beings such as myself. The more familiar my surroundings, the more likely I am to achieve the desired results.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Maximillion said finally, a charming smile playing along his ebony lips as he addressed Thrall, Bradley and - in his sweeping gaze - the others gathered.
"Does your realm have, within it, beings with razor sharp canine teeth..." He pointed to his canines, which were elongated, like a Vampire's. "...and a thirst for blood? Perhaps this realm might also have, erm.." He thought back to some of the beings he had encountered, or read books about. Werewolves? "Men who transform into furry beasts during the full moon, after being bitten by one who was already afflicted by such a condition? Or..." He thought harder. Demons? How would he describe Demons? "...or beings who are rumored to come from a place called Hell - a fiery inferno where only the most deadly, insidious and malicious beings reside - roam the realm, fighting amongst themselves, and exhibiting a high degree of competitiveness and aggression?"
Maybe this 'Omniverse' didn't have beings like that here, maybe they did. If they did, however, he would be amongst familiar territory, and he would begin on his search for knowledge and, with it, power.
"And, ah, are there any here who could lead me to said place, should it exist?"
Such feats weren't uncommon to this one, whose mind analyze the geometry, wind velocity, the various dimensions, and even the most minute muscle twitches and contractions in order to predict the moves of his opponents. Some called him Black Yokai, for despite being apparently human, he moved and fought like something out of a storybook. They all thought he had supernatural strength and speed, but it all honestly came down to a complex science, highly advanced mathematics that would give some of the world's greatest mathematicians a splitting migraine two seconds in, and a body conditioned through years and years of rigorous training and dedication to his craft....
WAR.
Back in those days, these were amongst the things said of Maximillion during his stint as the young samurai boy. They didn't realize that it was the brain of a man who had lived, in one form or another, for the better part of a millennia. Although every reality he existed within varied, he carried with him a vast amount of general knowledge that was applicable wherever he went, and it didn't take long for him to figure out how the Plane, Dimension or World he was transported to (as he often was) was unique, and what it would take to exploit it's makeup in order to accomplish his goals.
In some of his lives, he had been more successful than others. There were even times when the causes around him, in one of the lives he had assumed control of, had been so riveting, so heart-wrenching, he had spent his time focused on that, rather than his usual goal at intellectual supremacy.
However, he was beginning to realize that the Omniverse was going to be one of the most challenging realities he had ever been implanted into. Was it his desire to 'exploit' the proverbial 'code' of any realm he was in that made him a subject of interest to Omni? Or was he just drawn out of a hat of likely candidates, no knowledge or interest in what made Maximillion unique from a number of others?
I need to find others like myself. Maximillion thought to himself, chuckling as he yet again found himself reminiscing about his life as the young ebony Samurai boy. If what they say is true, these 'Primes', like myself and the others here, are individuals who are unique, exceptional even. That means that there may be those who came before us, like this Bradley, who have amassed a significant amount of power, and perhaps even knowledge whilst here. What this means, then, is that I need to find a realm that has, within it, beings such as myself. The more familiar my surroundings, the more likely I am to achieve the desired results.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," Maximillion said finally, a charming smile playing along his ebony lips as he addressed Thrall, Bradley and - in his sweeping gaze - the others gathered.
"Does your realm have, within it, beings with razor sharp canine teeth..." He pointed to his canines, which were elongated, like a Vampire's. "...and a thirst for blood? Perhaps this realm might also have, erm.." He thought back to some of the beings he had encountered, or read books about. Werewolves? "Men who transform into furry beasts during the full moon, after being bitten by one who was already afflicted by such a condition? Or..." He thought harder. Demons? How would he describe Demons? "...or beings who are rumored to come from a place called Hell - a fiery inferno where only the most deadly, insidious and malicious beings reside - roam the realm, fighting amongst themselves, and exhibiting a high degree of competitiveness and aggression?"
Maybe this 'Omniverse' didn't have beings like that here, maybe they did. If they did, however, he would be amongst familiar territory, and he would begin on his search for knowledge and, with it, power.
"And, ah, are there any here who could lead me to said place, should it exist?"