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Post by yaburu on Sept 5, 2014 1:26:59 GMT -5
"Bring forth the next two, the ones known as Musashi and Bigor"
It's become an all-too familiar scene for this dimension. Musashi is sitting, meditating. When he is suddenly sucked into the dimensional portal and whisked away to the Hub of the UCA. Miles away, Bigor has just been resurected from his death at the hands of his dimension's Lord Malice by his regenerative abilities. He too is suddenly yanked from his dimension and plopped next to Musashi.
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Post by yaburu on Sept 10, 2014 23:14:50 GMT -5
Musashi picked himself up from the ground shaking his head. His surroundings had entirely changed! And in addition to that sitting next to him was one of the creatures that had fought with him against the evil being that called himself “Lord Malice.”
The creature, known as Bigor, looked over curiously at him. He could see from the expression on its face that it recognized him, but also was confused to its surroundings. It let out a roar and stood up, attracting the attention of others that were hanging out at the Hub.
Musashi stood up as well and tried to calm Bigor, though he wasn’t sure how to do that.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 11, 2014 20:23:02 GMT -5
A loud, throaty rev rang out as the four-armed warrior attempted to quell the distress of the bipedal sauropod. The rebel guardian Pouh-Wung slunk out from a nearby corridor, his serpentine body coiling and writhing with each step, making his tall set of stiff triple crests wavering and sway like earth-shaken mountain ridges. The dark, slitted eyes of the failed prototype scanned the room before him, looking for a bit of fun. It had been a while since his last brawl and he was feeling bored. The purple cat eyes narrowed to excited pinpoints as he saw the samurai. A toothy smirk tugged at the long, knobby jaws of the lung.
Good.
He hated samurai.
Tongue slithering out of his mouth and slipping its way over his teeth like a slimy pink python, the tall, slender bruiser strode towards Musashi with an aggressive bark of reptilian fury, his cocky footfall making the Hub shake and rattle... |
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Post by yaburu on Sept 13, 2014 21:18:47 GMT -5
Both Musashi and Bigor saw the strange creature heading toward them, and both could see the aggression in his body language. Musashi simply put himself on high alert, but Bigor, a monster of more instincts than intellect, turned towards the perceived threat and let out an incredible roar while displaying his serrated crests. He wasn't anywhere near full strength, his cells having used all their stored energy to heal his wounds and bring him back to life, but he was still more than willing to fight any threat.
Musashi, for his part, just eyed the situation. If Bigor would need backup, he'd jump in. But he knew from firsthand observation that the creature was lethally powerful all on its own.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 15, 2014 23:47:35 GMT -5
Pouh honed in on the crested saurian with a mean grin. The tail of the lung lashed excitedly and a low rumble came from the back of his throat. The long-necked creature was obviously on edge. Excellent. That would make it easier to goad a fight out of him. Pouh cared little for the rules of this place, but he knew first hand that starting fights had consequences... painful ones. So it was better that someone else make the first move, even if it meant sacrificing first blood. It was better than being shredded by the weapons of the UCA.
So, now... the goal was to instigate something. Top annoy the tailless sauropod to the point of attack. And no one could annoy like Pouh-Wung. Irritation was his specialty and his joy. The corrupted guardian had hoped that the samurai would take the bait instead, but he wasn't picky. Any action would be welcomed at this point. Things had gotten booooooooooring around the Hub during his inactivity.
Raising to his toes, the lithe brawler did a taunting dance, puffing up his chest and throat, all while his tail snapped and cracked the air behind him. A low, revving groan escaped the serpentine monster, a sound like twisting metal and splitting tree trunks blending together in a cramped room. Then, without warning, he whipped around, spinning on a heel so that his tail swung out and broke the sound barrier meters from Bigor's muzzle with a deafening CRACK!... |
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Post by yaburu on Sept 19, 2014 1:11:11 GMT -5
Bigor, already on edge from awakening in strange, unfamiliar surroundings, needed very little provocation to attack this creature. And that provocation had been provided. With an ear-splittingly thunderous battle-cry, Bigor propelled himself forward and crashed in to the corrupted guardian, his teeth quickly finding Pouh's exposed neck and sinking into the flesh while simultaneously crashing into the ground together, his significant bulk pinning the lighter monster down.
Musashi just watched, making no move to help his ally. Bigor was more than capable of handling himself. What happened next however surprised Musashi. From several hidden ports, a large number of fearsome-looking hi-tech weapons revealed themselves, and fired on Bigor. The hyper-evovled sauropod screeched and released Pouh from his death grip, his blood staining Bigor's teeth as he roared in pain and stumbled back.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 20, 2014 20:35:33 GMT -5
Despite the nasty wound inflicted to his throat, when Pouh-Wung arose, it was with a throaty chuckle and a mean grin. The tail of the great lung snapped excitedly and his narrow chest swelled with air. He threw back his head and laughed heartily even as blood splattered from his gored jugular. One hand held to his bleeding neck and the other clenched into a spurred fist, the ancient one gnashed his teeth and prepared to leap at Bigor with both feet raised...
A five-meter anti-kaiju round burst at the feet of the corrupted guardian, pausing him with a concerned grunt.
"POUH-WUNG! DO NOT START FIGHTS! WE ARE NOT BLIND TO YOUR ACTIONS! IF YOU WANT TO BATTLE, TAKE IT OUTSIDE THE HUB!"
The lung snarled at first, upset that the UCA had gotten wise to his games, but his scowl soon dissipated into a smirk as he looked towards Bigor and inclined his head as if asking what the saurian monster thought... a nonverbal challenge to the long-necked beast. Though the serpentine brawler smiled, his eyes were hard and determined, daring the other giant to try and back down. Pouh was determined to get his fight, one way or the other...
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Post by yaburu on Sept 21, 2014 4:14:29 GMT -5
Musashi looked over at Bigor. The beast was still down, the weapons he had been struck with taking a far greater toll than usual in his severely weakened state. If the other creature chose to attack now, he'd be helpless.
Summoning four Wakizashi, one for each hand, Musashi placed himself in between Bigor and the creature. In Japanese, he bellowed "Do not take another step towards my ally, or you will find your insides on the ground."
Musashi was careful to adopt a very obvious defensive posture, hoping those who controlled the weapons would get the point that he was not looking to attack, as that's what seemed to trigger them. Before either Musashi or Pouh-Wung could move, another announcement over the loudspeakers took Musashi by complete surprise, mostly because it came in very plain Japanese.
"MIYAMOTO MUSASHI, IF YOU WISH TO FIGHT POUH-WUNG, YOU MUST TELEPORT TO ONE OF THE PRE-APPROVED COMBAT AREAS. YOUR COMPANION KNOWN AS BIGOR WILL BE TAKEN TO HIS QUARTERS FOR RECOVERY!"
Musashi was so taken aback by the announcement that he dropped his posture for a moment before quickly taking it back up. "What is this?! Where are we?!" he roared in Japanese.
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 22, 2014 1:21:25 GMT -5
Pouh-Wung snickered. The immature ancient lifted his forearm towards the samurai and lowered all but the middle digit in an obscene gesture he had learned listening to the Greeks in one of the few gaps that existed in his eons-long slumber. Even if the four-armed warrior did not know the meaning of the motion specifically, the way Pouh snarled and curled his mouth corners with cruel, laughing eyes up got the message across clear enough:
Welcome to thee UCA, bitch.
Ignoring Musashi's demands, the Announcer continued to address the confused warrior. "BECAUSE POUH-WUNG INSTIGATED THIS, YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO PICK THE BATTLEFEILD!"
A series of massive floating screens appeared from all directions, each aligning itself with another so that a great wall of rectangular images- each showing a different environment- was formed.
"PLEASE CHOSE YOUR PLACE OF BATTLE NOW AND PREPARE TO STEP ONTO A TELEPAD!"
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Post by yaburu on Sept 25, 2014 0:27:06 GMT -5
Musashi cocked his head. He viewed each screen in front of him, some showing battles already going on. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the alien that called itself Aiya fighting a dragon-like creature on one. So he and Bigor weren't the only ones that had been taken from their dimension! He momentarily pondered if Myston had been taken as well, or the four-legged armored creature that fought Lord Malice with them.
Shaking his head, Musashi shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind. He focused on the screens. Which area would give him an advantage? He could make use of his Aerokinetic, Terrakinetic and Pyrokinetic abilities anywhere. But he'd like to find someplace that would allow him to use his water manipulating abilities. One of the areas appeared to be a gigantic marshland, covered entirely by shallow water. Perfect! This other creature would have a minor advantage in that it was lighter and therefor would sink less into the soft ground, but Musashi could easily offset this with his Terrakinesis.
"I select this one, the swamplands." he calls out to whomever is listening.
The screens quickly scatter and two round pads rise from the ground. Obviously these are the teleportation pads. Musashi moves to step onto them, but before he does he looks over at Bigor. His ally is still on the ground, his energy levels so low he struggles to stand. Using his pyrokinetic abilities, Musashi sets Bigor's entire body ablaze. He notes the reaction of his impending opponent, the one the voice called Pouh-Wung. Pouh seems confused for a moment that Musashi would seemingly kill his ally. At least until the flames suddenly go out, and Bigor visibly stirs, pulling himself back up to his feet. Musashi creates a steady stream of fire that strikes Bigor in his chest. The flames quickly fizzle out as they strike, his cells greedily drinking up the heat. After a few seconds Musashi stops. He could conceivably keep the stream of fire up for hours, but doing so would exhaust him. He just wanted to strengthen his friend up a little.
Musashi steps on the teleporter and gives Bigor a nod. Bigor roars back at him, understanding the gesture of friendship. With a flash, Musashi is teleported to the Marshlands to fight Pouh-Wung
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Post by Fainis the Sadistic Pansexual on Sept 26, 2014 1:35:20 GMT -5
Pouh-Wung grinned broadly. He had gotten his fight.
Now to beat the samurai into the mud!
Striding past Bigor and cracking his tail in front of him, one last taunt towards the temperature-eater, Pouh scrambled onto his telepad and prepared to get his feet wet...
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