06-07-2017, 05:31 PM
“L-look, we’re just supposed to capture new primes… Three on one new prime, this was supposed to be easy! You guys aren’t supposed to be so… so…”
“Strong?” Takezo smirked at the indication.
The portly man grimaced. That smirk was sickening. How many times had this man smirked at the killing blow of his blade? This Prime was a killer. Sure there were killer Primes around, but e had been told that even the evil primes were weak when they first arrived.
“If you answer my questions, I’ll let you go.” The sudden thought of survival brought the faintest glimmer of hope to Joric’s face. “Unless… I think you are lying to me.” The spark faded. There was barely any to hold onto, but the longer he stared into Takezo’s eyes, the more he hoped he did not end up like his friends.
He nodded. It was weak, but it was there. The blade to his neck would not let him fight back, even if he wanted to. In the moment of friendly fire, he had left himself open to this pathetic takeover. Fighting back at this point was not much of an option.
Releasing the katana with one hand, Takezo straightens his back, to further tower over his prey. “Question one. Where are we, and how do I get out of here?”
At least these questions were easy. “This is the Nexus, it’s where all new Primes show up, and where you’ll appear if you die.” This further confirms that he was now immortal. Takezo’s smirk grew. “There are gates around the outside, each to a different Verse…”
“Good…” He used a softer voice, one not quite as full of malice. It was still rather cold, but Joric got the meaning of it; Takezo liked his answer. “Another answer like that, and I might let you stand.” There was that hope again. “Question two. Who is the strongest… what did you call us?”
“Primes…”
“Right. Who is the strongest Prime?”
That question was a bit more difficult. Politically? It would have to be one of the rulers of Coruscant, or Camelot – though he could not say which. Something told Joric that this man was not interested in Politics. “I… I’ve heard tales of a man named Gildarts… A-and Protoman… There was a girl too… um… Goop, or something…”
Takezo slowly removed his foot from Joric’s gut and steps to the side. Two names were good enough, even though he doubted this… “Goop” was a real person. Slowly, Joric rose to his feet. His eyes glanced in the way of his weapon, but the glint of steel near his face told him to ignore it. Takezo practically guided Joric to his feet at the tip of his sword.
“Question three, and this one is important… What were you and your friends doing out here?”
Color retreated from Joric’s face. This answer would be hard to make appealing. “Well, we… I mean, they…”
With a flick of his wrist, Takezo left a three inch long shallow cut across the side of Joric’s face. The man hissed in pain. “You were all three charging me… just because you stopped when I said does not mean you are innocent.”
“We! I meant we!” He quickly corrected. “We were sent to capture new primes! Our boss is trying to make a name for himself by forcing a Prime to join his gang, and training them to enter Dante’s Abyss!” His words came quickly, spilled without sugarcoating in hopes of mercy.
“Dante’s… Abyss?”
“It’s a competition between Primes… To see who’s the strongest.” Takezo’s sword slowly drifted from Joric’s face. The portly man thought that this may be his way out. “You want to join? If you let me live, I can take you there! You can fight other Primes like you! They’re all really strong—“
Takezo laughs. The sound is both joyous and terrifying. “A competition in the Abyss? It seems that Omni has a sick sense of humor, dragging me in here at a time like this!” The swordsman flicks his blade, slinging blood from the honed edge to paint the floors in yet more crimson splatters. The flick has Joric flinch, but he sighed in relief as Takezo sheathed the weapon.
“Let’s be on our way, then… Joric, was it?”
“Strong?” Takezo smirked at the indication.
The portly man grimaced. That smirk was sickening. How many times had this man smirked at the killing blow of his blade? This Prime was a killer. Sure there were killer Primes around, but e had been told that even the evil primes were weak when they first arrived.
“If you answer my questions, I’ll let you go.” The sudden thought of survival brought the faintest glimmer of hope to Joric’s face. “Unless… I think you are lying to me.” The spark faded. There was barely any to hold onto, but the longer he stared into Takezo’s eyes, the more he hoped he did not end up like his friends.
He nodded. It was weak, but it was there. The blade to his neck would not let him fight back, even if he wanted to. In the moment of friendly fire, he had left himself open to this pathetic takeover. Fighting back at this point was not much of an option.
Releasing the katana with one hand, Takezo straightens his back, to further tower over his prey. “Question one. Where are we, and how do I get out of here?”
At least these questions were easy. “This is the Nexus, it’s where all new Primes show up, and where you’ll appear if you die.” This further confirms that he was now immortal. Takezo’s smirk grew. “There are gates around the outside, each to a different Verse…”
“Good…” He used a softer voice, one not quite as full of malice. It was still rather cold, but Joric got the meaning of it; Takezo liked his answer. “Another answer like that, and I might let you stand.” There was that hope again. “Question two. Who is the strongest… what did you call us?”
“Primes…”
“Right. Who is the strongest Prime?”
That question was a bit more difficult. Politically? It would have to be one of the rulers of Coruscant, or Camelot – though he could not say which. Something told Joric that this man was not interested in Politics. “I… I’ve heard tales of a man named Gildarts… A-and Protoman… There was a girl too… um… Goop, or something…”
Takezo slowly removed his foot from Joric’s gut and steps to the side. Two names were good enough, even though he doubted this… “Goop” was a real person. Slowly, Joric rose to his feet. His eyes glanced in the way of his weapon, but the glint of steel near his face told him to ignore it. Takezo practically guided Joric to his feet at the tip of his sword.
“Question three, and this one is important… What were you and your friends doing out here?”
Color retreated from Joric’s face. This answer would be hard to make appealing. “Well, we… I mean, they…”
With a flick of his wrist, Takezo left a three inch long shallow cut across the side of Joric’s face. The man hissed in pain. “You were all three charging me… just because you stopped when I said does not mean you are innocent.”
“We! I meant we!” He quickly corrected. “We were sent to capture new primes! Our boss is trying to make a name for himself by forcing a Prime to join his gang, and training them to enter Dante’s Abyss!” His words came quickly, spilled without sugarcoating in hopes of mercy.
“Dante’s… Abyss?”
“It’s a competition between Primes… To see who’s the strongest.” Takezo’s sword slowly drifted from Joric’s face. The portly man thought that this may be his way out. “You want to join? If you let me live, I can take you there! You can fight other Primes like you! They’re all really strong—“
Takezo laughs. The sound is both joyous and terrifying. “A competition in the Abyss? It seems that Omni has a sick sense of humor, dragging me in here at a time like this!” The swordsman flicks his blade, slinging blood from the honed edge to paint the floors in yet more crimson splatters. The flick has Joric flinch, but he sighed in relief as Takezo sheathed the weapon.
“Let’s be on our way, then… Joric, was it?”