07-05-2017, 12:42 AM
Well, wasn't that unusual?
In retrospect, he shouldn't have given up so early, or at least waited until he had finished disassembling before he brought down the cave. But there was always next year, should he decide to participate again.
He had a feeling it would go differently, once he pulled together some actual power. If anything, the game had made it clear to him that he was barely a medium-sized fish in a very large pond. He had his ass handed to him, more than once.
It had taken... hours, before his mind was coherent enough to even put these few facts together. His memories, millions of years of information, had been hazy and just out of reach for quite a while, and it was only now that he felt whole again.
The white void of the nexus was all around him, but Chakravartin Wu Kong himself was not truly there. His body was immaterial, unable to interact with the fountain, unable to see another soul.
He wasn't unfamiliar with being immaterial, in fact, for most of his long life he hadn't had substance to his body. Simply a mind, a shape, a concept, and unfathomable, pure, energy. He had been a god for quite a long time, and while that overwhelming power was no longer here, and there was no connection to a host to be found- not even with the blood he spilled in the Danteverse and the hand he had lost in Camelot.
He floated, free, through the Nexus for some time. He watched the people pass by, and pondered his current state of being, as well as what he should do next. He had a goal: Find, and punish the human who had hurt him and his own before the Omniverse. However, he wasn't sure as of a method to hunt her down. He didn't know where she was, but he supposed he could use the Dataverse to find out where she had been. Ozo Mat may have some idea, and there was a chance that the Ghost Pokemon Doc might search for her, should he ask. He was owed a favor, and who knows what methods one could use in the afterlife to track your enemies.
Finally, he decided to try returning to the realm of the living. He willed himself to the ground, to physical form, and dropped. The Death Shroud was gone, and he sucked in a breath of air.
“Death… was more painful than I remember.” he muttered to himself.
He sat on the edge of the fountain, and splashed water onto his face, taking a deep drink from the waters. He contemplated his vengeance, deciding where, exactly, he should go.
However, all these questions resolved themselves when he beheld someone that he had never expected to see.
Another human who he recognized. Someone he hated just as much, if not more, than the Essention girl.
A human with purple hair.
Cirrus Neon. The boy simply… appeared, in a flash of rainbow light, summoned to the Fountain of Infinity. Chakravartin ducked behind it, moving an eye- oh how he had missed having two! -to the tip of his finger, and holding it out over the side of the fountain.
The boy seemed understandably confused, murmuring to himself- likely talking to that traitor, Vampire. For a brief moment, he felt a warmth in his soul, knowing that in this new universe there existed at least one being like him. At least one god as he knew gods. A being who has existed almost as long as him.
And then that warmth shriveled and died as he contemplated her betrayal. Betrayal for the sake of a host. For the sake of a hybrid, at that.
The Essention girl could wait. For now, he would avenge himself upon Cirrus. The boy had come from the Fountain only moments ago- if he struck now, it would be as the more experienced fighter in this world, he knew.
He waited there, for a few moments, drawing out Palace Hand after Palace Hand. With all four ready, he reached for his swords- only to find he would have to make new ones. Ah well.
The four golden hands snapped out, ready to attack, and they snapped onto the boy’s shoulders.
And then, all four were gone. Cirrus shot forward, moving faster than anything Chakravartin had yet seen in the Omniverse. He had moved dozens of meters in a moment, and dragged all four of the hands out of Chakravartin’s range of control.
“What the- Kong?! Sun Wu Kong?!” Cirrus asked, confused, “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Did you create everything here? You lose on Earth, so you decide to create your own world, only to bring me back here in this weak, slow, state?”
“I wish.” Chakravartin said, “Vampire, if I had my way, I would have left you and your world alone for as long as possible.”
Cirrus narrowed his eyes, before they drifted off to the side. As he listened to words no one else could hear, he let out a sigh of relief, “So you’re not in control? You’re just as weak as me?”
“...”
The human smiled wider, his yellow eyes flashing with amusement, “You’re not even a god any more, Kong. Why-” he reached down, and with a single finger, scraped the golden goop from the floor. He raised the blood-covered finger to his lips, and licked, “-You’re far less delicious than you were before.”
He had to suppress a shudder. Vampire spit on their species revulsion for meat. She existed to drain the Chi from other life forms. Whenever she took a part of you, that part wouldn’t hit the ground and someday reincarnate. Whatever she consumed, was gone. Saru had been annihilated from history, that way, denied reincarnation due to their fates as food for the traitor.
“Disgusting, abominable hybrid.” Chakravartin hissed, he raised a hand, and a Palace Taihou formed, beginning to charge, “I’ll end your life here! I’ll make you suffer, for betraying me, Vampire!”
“Hmph.” Cirrus narrowed his eyes, before the violet skeletal claw of the Fist of the Vampire formed around his hand. He dipped a finger into one of the Palace Hands that had lost cohesion, and Chakravartin shuddered as the gold was drawn into the skeletal hand.
The Fist of the Vampire changed shape, becoming a Taihou similar to his own.
“Come on now, God.” Cirrus said with a grin, “You can’t really expect to beat me in this sorry state, can you? I mean, just from the taste of your blood, I can tell you’re barely even a shadow of your old host! You’re slow, you’re weak, you’re unskilled, you have so little Chi that merely by pulling away, I’ve laid waste to so much of your body.” he began to walk forward, slowly at first, before gaining speed.
Faster, faster.
Chakravartin couldn’t even dodge as the human slammed the glowing orb into Chakravartin’s own. Cirrus kept going, pulling his hand away from his attack, and continuing past the fountain, charging at a hundred miles per hour. Chakravartin didn’t have time to follow the human, however, because he had to deal with the two Palace Taihou going off against his body.
In retrospect, he shouldn't have given up so early, or at least waited until he had finished disassembling before he brought down the cave. But there was always next year, should he decide to participate again.
He had a feeling it would go differently, once he pulled together some actual power. If anything, the game had made it clear to him that he was barely a medium-sized fish in a very large pond. He had his ass handed to him, more than once.
It had taken... hours, before his mind was coherent enough to even put these few facts together. His memories, millions of years of information, had been hazy and just out of reach for quite a while, and it was only now that he felt whole again.
The white void of the nexus was all around him, but Chakravartin Wu Kong himself was not truly there. His body was immaterial, unable to interact with the fountain, unable to see another soul.
He wasn't unfamiliar with being immaterial, in fact, for most of his long life he hadn't had substance to his body. Simply a mind, a shape, a concept, and unfathomable, pure, energy. He had been a god for quite a long time, and while that overwhelming power was no longer here, and there was no connection to a host to be found- not even with the blood he spilled in the Danteverse and the hand he had lost in Camelot.
He floated, free, through the Nexus for some time. He watched the people pass by, and pondered his current state of being, as well as what he should do next. He had a goal: Find, and punish the human who had hurt him and his own before the Omniverse. However, he wasn't sure as of a method to hunt her down. He didn't know where she was, but he supposed he could use the Dataverse to find out where she had been. Ozo Mat may have some idea, and there was a chance that the Ghost Pokemon Doc might search for her, should he ask. He was owed a favor, and who knows what methods one could use in the afterlife to track your enemies.
Finally, he decided to try returning to the realm of the living. He willed himself to the ground, to physical form, and dropped. The Death Shroud was gone, and he sucked in a breath of air.
“Death… was more painful than I remember.” he muttered to himself.
He sat on the edge of the fountain, and splashed water onto his face, taking a deep drink from the waters. He contemplated his vengeance, deciding where, exactly, he should go.
However, all these questions resolved themselves when he beheld someone that he had never expected to see.
Another human who he recognized. Someone he hated just as much, if not more, than the Essention girl.
A human with purple hair.
Cirrus Neon. The boy simply… appeared, in a flash of rainbow light, summoned to the Fountain of Infinity. Chakravartin ducked behind it, moving an eye- oh how he had missed having two! -to the tip of his finger, and holding it out over the side of the fountain.
The boy seemed understandably confused, murmuring to himself- likely talking to that traitor, Vampire. For a brief moment, he felt a warmth in his soul, knowing that in this new universe there existed at least one being like him. At least one god as he knew gods. A being who has existed almost as long as him.
And then that warmth shriveled and died as he contemplated her betrayal. Betrayal for the sake of a host. For the sake of a hybrid, at that.
The Essention girl could wait. For now, he would avenge himself upon Cirrus. The boy had come from the Fountain only moments ago- if he struck now, it would be as the more experienced fighter in this world, he knew.
He waited there, for a few moments, drawing out Palace Hand after Palace Hand. With all four ready, he reached for his swords- only to find he would have to make new ones. Ah well.
The four golden hands snapped out, ready to attack, and they snapped onto the boy’s shoulders.
And then, all four were gone. Cirrus shot forward, moving faster than anything Chakravartin had yet seen in the Omniverse. He had moved dozens of meters in a moment, and dragged all four of the hands out of Chakravartin’s range of control.
“What the- Kong?! Sun Wu Kong?!” Cirrus asked, confused, “What the hell do you think you’re doing here? Did you create everything here? You lose on Earth, so you decide to create your own world, only to bring me back here in this weak, slow, state?”
“I wish.” Chakravartin said, “Vampire, if I had my way, I would have left you and your world alone for as long as possible.”
Cirrus narrowed his eyes, before they drifted off to the side. As he listened to words no one else could hear, he let out a sigh of relief, “So you’re not in control? You’re just as weak as me?”
“...”
The human smiled wider, his yellow eyes flashing with amusement, “You’re not even a god any more, Kong. Why-” he reached down, and with a single finger, scraped the golden goop from the floor. He raised the blood-covered finger to his lips, and licked, “-You’re far less delicious than you were before.”
He had to suppress a shudder. Vampire spit on their species revulsion for meat. She existed to drain the Chi from other life forms. Whenever she took a part of you, that part wouldn’t hit the ground and someday reincarnate. Whatever she consumed, was gone. Saru had been annihilated from history, that way, denied reincarnation due to their fates as food for the traitor.
“Disgusting, abominable hybrid.” Chakravartin hissed, he raised a hand, and a Palace Taihou formed, beginning to charge, “I’ll end your life here! I’ll make you suffer, for betraying me, Vampire!”
“Hmph.” Cirrus narrowed his eyes, before the violet skeletal claw of the Fist of the Vampire formed around his hand. He dipped a finger into one of the Palace Hands that had lost cohesion, and Chakravartin shuddered as the gold was drawn into the skeletal hand.
The Fist of the Vampire changed shape, becoming a Taihou similar to his own.
“Come on now, God.” Cirrus said with a grin, “You can’t really expect to beat me in this sorry state, can you? I mean, just from the taste of your blood, I can tell you’re barely even a shadow of your old host! You’re slow, you’re weak, you’re unskilled, you have so little Chi that merely by pulling away, I’ve laid waste to so much of your body.” he began to walk forward, slowly at first, before gaining speed.
Faster, faster.
Chakravartin couldn’t even dodge as the human slammed the glowing orb into Chakravartin’s own. Cirrus kept going, pulling his hand away from his attack, and continuing past the fountain, charging at a hundred miles per hour. Chakravartin didn’t have time to follow the human, however, because he had to deal with the two Palace Taihou going off against his body.
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