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Post by Grisha on Sept 6, 2021 18:12:54 GMT -8
Djirodoo was seated and meditating in the dojo. A single twig of incense burned within a jar of pebbles, permeating the air with a sweet and smoky aroma. The large Namekian’s legs were crossed in lotus, and his hands were pressed together, fingers closed as though praying. There hadn’t been a sound—not even the creak of old boards when The Fist spoke, “Are you going to stand there all day, or tell me why you’re here?” Stepping from the shadows was a masked man wearing a black, round hat. A black cloak veiled his hidden weapons but for the katanas and wakizashi protruding from his back and front. “I had to make sure it was you,” the stranger said. “I suppressed my ki signature down to nothing and you still knew I was here.” “This is my land; this is my dojo; and this is my space. I know my space. I don’t need to sense your ki to detect you like a mosquito on my skin. Who are you, and why are you here?” The visitor approached Djirodoo. His tabi feet made no sound as he lowered to his knees and bowed before the Namekian. Djirodoo’s golden eyes opened and seemed to dimly glow in contrast to his dark skin. “I am called Saaru, and I am a messenger from The Wolf School. I come to you with a plight. A week ago, we discovered a hidden passage beneath one of the dojos. It had been mysteriously opened, and when we investigated the path, we found a shattered jar that had once sealed a demon. At the time, we didn’t know what had been within it. When we brought the news to the attention of The Crane School, they had told us that the demon had been sealed within the jar long ago by one of their old masters. The Wolf School was in charge of guarding it. Placing a jar containing a great demon in the middle of the desert seemed like a safe idea. Unfortunately, that jar may have been hidden there for so long that we may have forgotten our duty. I fear that one of our students may have discovered it. We conducted a recall of all the students on the premises and only Cino was missing. I can’t imagine Cino willingly releasing this demon. He could have been tempted somehow. I was asked to find you because you deal with demons on a regular basis. The demon that was released is an overlord. We have to find him before he amasses an army. At this point, he may already have one. He is somewhere in this desert. All I ask is that you return Cino safely to us if you can.” Djirodoo gave the messenger a cold and stoic look. “I don’t play with demons anymore.” He saw Saaru’s face tense behind his mask and his mouth open in preparation to speak, but Djirodoo raised his hand to silence him. “I do know some people who can help you though. They are some students of mine. Lately, I’ve been giving them all the jobs to train them.” “No offense master, but if this situation could be handled by students, then we would send our own.” Djirodoo smirked. “My students are not from any of your schools. You’re asking for my help, are you not? Then that is what I propose. They will find the demon; they will stop his army if he has one; and they will return your student to you.” “And what if they fail?” “Then they’re unworthy of being my students.” Saaru was staring at Djirodoo in shock from behind his mask. The South Star was ruthless. The messenger bowed and rose to his feet. “I will inform my master. If your students need our help, they can ask.” “They won’t need your help.” Saaru tensed some before he bowed again. “Goodnight, Master.” The messenger backed into the shadows and as though he melded into the darkness, he vanished. Djirodoo lowered his hands and sighed. He thought about waking them in the middle of the night. It would be good training. The enemy didn’t always wait until dawn. The Namekian stood and bent over to pinch out the flame on his incense. He walked to the dojo doors and approached some students who were on guard duty. “Wake our guests, and don’t let them go back to sleep. I want them dressed, packed, and ready to leave.” “ Ah!” The students quickly dispersed to wake the sleeping guests. WC: 757 Tag: Aichi Eris CloudTF458 Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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Post by Eris on Sept 10, 2021 8:13:25 GMT -8
Soft footsteps could be heard by the most vigilant of those residing inside the dojo as Djirodoo's guard students moved to awaken Eris and the rest of group. At the same time, a low humming emitted throughout the entire area. This humming gradually became louder as the intensity of the strikes against the bell increased. Djirodoo had taught everyone the various alarms and sounds in case an emergency situation were to arise. The current bell was used for gatherings or meetings, so as not to cause unnecessary panic, but still encouraged a certain urgency. Eris awoke to the guard students talking as they walked around the sleeping quarters making sure everyone was up. "Be packed and ready to leave immediately, special circumstances!" The demon quietly sat up and turned her legs out from under the covers of the bed. The warm air encompassed her skin in almost as warm a blanket as the actual one she had just been under. Her red eyes settled on the freshly washed gi that was placed next to her bed. It must've been morning she thought. Not only because of all the commotion going on but because the slight smell of dew snuck in from outside and it was rather dark. Some minutes later Eris emerged from the inner sections of the dojo. She walked slowly towards the area the group had first encountered when arriving. Her eyes glanced around the immediate vicinity. Djirodoo was standing at the epicenter with a student attendant on either side of him. Eris was the first of the bunch there. She wondered where the others were. Still waking up, she wasn't exactly ready to do much of anything more than wait. Grisha Aichi Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) CloudTF458
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Sept 14, 2021 7:24:16 GMT -8
Vidar had been given a deceptively not quite so simple task, a chore some would call it, training others would name it. The blonde cyborg was told that he, along with the young majin, were to race up and down the mountain. But, it wasn't just a simple foot race. They had to carry large and heavy pots. Those pots had to be filled with water and then carried with them up and down the mountain and emptied into a container, they were collecting water, in essence. But, they could not fly. Vidar was unaware if the young Majin could fly, but he certainly had the capability. Flying made things easier. But, he was not to fly. That was the instruction given to him by their new master; it was odd to think that he was going to be the student of the Fist of the South Star, especially since the last time they interacted - back in the desert - it had not gone so well. He recalled the Fist destroying a large section of the desert in a rage after they managed to slip away from him by hiding in an underground Tuffle bunker that just barely managed to refrain from collapsing as the desert above it exploded into a sea of blazing hellfire.
It was so odd, having to do what amounted to simple chores for the namek. Chores that, apparently, were going to be treated as training. But, at the same time, it made some level of sense. There were many things that could be learned from this particular, and peculiar, training regiment. One of them was, of course, speed. One had to move at a fast pace to go up and down the mountainside in a suitable time, if they were to beat the other person they were doing this training with, to complete their objective. There was also controlling their speed so as not to spill all of the water in the jug; one wrong move, one loss of balance, and water will spill forth out of the jug and either all over the person carrying the jug or the floor. Either way, water will be lost.
It was because of that fact, the danger of losing the precious water, that Vidar had to not only work on his speed but his control, how to slow down, how to angle the jug in such a way that, when he made turns, the water did not spill out. It was a good exercise in control.
Perhaps the Namek had some kind of plan, after all. Or at least, that’s what Vidar thought as he considered, once again, the usefulness of carrying the jugs up and down the mountain, filling and emptying and refilling and repeating the process.
They would not begin their training until the following morning, but Vidar was working on his training - even if only inside of his head. He was imagining his strategy, running simulations inside of his head again and again. Each simulation perfected the strategy of the previous; in one simulation he ran full tilt, this did allow for good timing up and down the mountain, but it also meant that water was lost in vast quantities, meaning that even if he did move quickly from point A to point B, he would have to repeat the trip multiple more times in order to make up for the water lost. The following simulation perfected that model, not as fast, but less water was lost than in the first simulation. Now the next simulation…
To any onlooker, it would appear as if he were in deep meditation; sitting there, his head bowed down, his fingertips touching as his hands rested on his lap. His eyes were closed. He did not move an inch, his body perfectly still, almost like a statue. If anyone else was asleep, he was awake. He did not require sleep. It was a luxury that he could indulge in but was not necessary. The same could be said of food, although he had tried some of the food of the feast from earlier and had found it to be satisfactory.
How many simulations had he run in his head thus far? He had many more trials to run, many more factors to take in, many more angles through which he could view the progress of his work. Even if he had to spend all night running simulations to perfect the ultimate outcome, he would spend all night doing so.
The movements of the guards did not escape him. Even as he was processing all that data, running countless simulations, one after another, he could perceive the outside world.
“Is he awake?” One of them muttered.
“Is this guy even alive?” One of them replied as they looked at the completely still body of the cyborg, sitting there, head lowered.
“Poke him and find out.” One of the guards nudged another.
“H- hey. The Master has sent us to get you.” The unlucky guard reached out to try and grab him.
His eyes opened, his irises glowing golden within their sea of black sclera, causing the guard to yelp in surprise and pull his hand back.
“I’ll be ready momentarily.” Vidar pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off.
“Uh did...did you get any sleep?”
“I have no need for it. Once I have prepared my things, I shall join the others.” He spoke politely but frankly. The guards nodded and walked out of the room.
Moments later, Vidar had stepped out of the room and, being led, made his way over to the other students, as he stood not far away from Eris.
WC: 946 | 946 TWC: 1,990
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Post by Grisha on Sept 20, 2021 19:40:03 GMT -8
Grisha had been too big to fit in the student beds, and so he slept in a traditional futon on the floor. The blanket had been kicked in the middle of the night down to his ankles. His pillow was somewhere above his head as he laid on his stomach, cheek smashed into the sleeping mat. A stream of drool had seeped from the corner of his mouth and created a darkened spot on the spongy mat. He hadn’t slept beneath a roof since Danjiro’s place. A bed had always felt better than the hard floor. The guard students slid open the rice paper door and stared at the sleeping giant. One student nervously glanced at the other. They had to wake him? Couldn’t their master do it? One of the students cleared his throat and held up his lantern, “Master Djirodoo needs you packed and ready to leave!” He then quickly slid the rice paper door closed and sighed in relief. The other student stared at him with narrowed eyes. “Really?” “That should be good enough. I was loud!” The two students slid the rice paper door open and saw that the giant hadn’t even budged. “What? No way. I was loud.” “He’s a heavy sleeper.” “Should I get some water?” Yeah. I’ll try and wake him up.” The student left to go fetch water, while the second entered the room. He walked over to Grisha and rested his hand against his back. His face momentarily paled at the size comparison before he gave him a shake. “Sir, Okyakusan! You must wake up!” He clapped the side of Grisha’s face and then pulled at the corner of his mouth. He then tried tickling his ear and the Saiyan’s tail suddenly whipped against his ankles, knocking his feet out from under him. As soon as the young man struck the floor, he suddenly found Grisha’s arm slung across his chest. The student turned to stone then. He felt Grisha’s breath heating up his hair. The student who fetched the water returned and saw the predicament his friend was in. “Oh shit!” He quickly set down the jar full of water and raced over to him. It was like gazing at an antelope caught in the paws of a lion. “What did you do? How did this happen?” he whispered. “Help…me…” the trapped student pathetically begged. His friend stared for a moment before he unsheathed a tanto from behind his back. “I meant save me you idiot! Not put me out of my misery!” The student sheathed the knife. “I’ll use the water. If that doesn’t work, then I’ll pull you out and we’ll think of something else to wake him.” He raced over to the water jar and stood above Grisha’s head. As he poured the water, the trapped student saw a pair of evil-looking eyes light up through the transparent curtain of liquid. He screamed, startling the other student. The jar was accidentally dropped and shattered on top of Grisha’s hard skull. The GatheringGrisha arrived where Djirodoo, some attendants, Horn Head, and the Metal One were gathered. Beneath his arms were the two students who had the unfortunate task of waking a Grisha so early in the morning. “WHY SO EARLY!? WHY, WHY, WHY!? GRISHA STILL TIRED!” the giant obnoxiously fussed. Djirodoo glared at Grisha and refused to say anything concerning his complaints. “I have gathered you all because I have an urgent mission for you. I was approached by a student from the Wolf School. One of their students named Cino could have possibly been possessed by a powerful demon that was once sealed beneath the Wolf School. The demon is known for gathering armies of demons, and he’s somewhere out there in the desert. Your job is to find him, defeat his army if he has one, and bring him back here alive if you can’t beat the demon out of him. Your journey may be long and difficult—more for you two…” He looked at Grisha and Eris. “Than for him (Vidar). You guys will need to be a team. Gather food, water, and watch each other’s backs. I have faith that all of you will succeed. Your best clue to find him is right there.” Djirodoo pointed at Eris. “If this demon has amassed an army, then you should know best the unique ki signatures of demons than any other beings in the desert. You should lead your party straight to them.” “Does anyone have any questions? No? Good. I’m going back to bed,” Djirodoo didn’t even give them a chance to answer before he vanished in a blur. The two attendants jumped in surprise before they quickly scattered like a poorly executed escape plan. Grisha tossed the students he held onto the ground before him and groaned loudly, “Erruuaaaagh~!” He then finally huffed an exhausted, hopeless sigh. He had slept so good…He didn’t want to be kicked out into the desert so soon. The Saiyan grasped his chin and thoughtfully rubbed it before he turned to face Eris and Vidar. “Grisha has flying log. Flying fast. Make stupid mission go quick,” he shared. WC: 860 | 2,850 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) Eris
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Post by Eris on Sept 22, 2021 17:08:51 GMT -8
'There were more of us weren't there?' Eris thought to herself while rubbed the side of her face. Only the bot man and anger man had arrived with her to hear their master's mission request. Perhaps the others weren't needed or were already sent on another mission? Who knew? Not that it mattered much to her at this point. They would surely meet the others once they had completed this mission. By the sounds of it it wasn't going to be too hard especially with the two powerhouses of the group accompanying her. Eris was there more as an organic tracker by the sounds of it. Mud City and the surrounding area wasn't known for its deserts. It was the exact opposite in fact hence the name. The demon sighed as she thought where in the world the closest sandy place was. To the North, where she previously had been. While her preexisting knowledge of the area would prove fruitful for the group the fact was that the place was dreadfully shoddy. ''Grisha have flying log." She turned to face the dimwitted behemoth who interrupted her saddened memories. "You have...a flying log?" Her face molded into an almost confused look as her eyebrow raised. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but it seemed an odd thing to be flying and she wasn't sure if she was remembering correctly about him arriving on said log. "If that's the case it will definitely help us to get there quicker. I know the way there as a matter of fact." Eris grabbed the rucksack that lay at her feet and threw it onto her back. "I guess we should get going then." The weather outside the dojo, as usual, was a muddy and wet mess. It coupled with the coldness of the early morning like water and oil. It was terrible and one of the things Eris came to hate about the place. She pulled at an attached fabric that slung off her rucksack. Upon shaking it a few times it would unfurl into an all-terrain cloak. Perfect for rainy weather, sunny weather, cold weather, most weathers. She threw it over the whole of her body and rucksack connecting the ends to certain parts of her outfit making it impossible to come off accidentally. The place they were going was called The Inanis Desert. A horrid land in an almost inhospitable place except for a oasis that sat nearly at the center. A town formed here and the Wolf school saw it as an apt place to construct a dojo. Something about the terrain hardening the mind and increasing one's resolve. The dojo sat atop an enormous boulder on the outskirts of the town. One side of it had been carved away to make natural stairs out of the rock. On the other side was a waterfall that dropped into a small pond that flowed into the oasis in the middle of the town. No one exactly knew where the water from the waterfall came, but many heard myth of an ancient magic user having casted a spell that made the waterfall.
[Words: 521 | TWC: 3,371] (nah) Grisha Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Sept 24, 2021 21:06:55 GMT -8
Vidar, as soon as he joined the others, took notice of something; well, several of the others were missing. In fact, the majin whom he was supposed to be training with, running up and down the mountain with while carrying jugs of water, seems to have disappeared. They weren't out there with Eris. Odd, considering they appeared so energetic the last time he had seen them. Vidar was sure that they would be out here, eager and excited to get going with whatever they were being dragged out to do. Eris did not look particularly excited, and the angry shouty guy, whose name Vidar recalled was Grisha, was complaining about how early it was. The big man whined, almost like a bratty child, about how tired he was, and the Fist of the South Star shot him a glare when he did so. The look wasn't even aimed at the blonde cyborg and even he felt the icy chill of it.
That look appeared to quiet the big guy down. Well, what were they out there for?
That question was answered before he could even properly asked it; they were going to be sent out on some kind of a mission. A student of the Wolf School - Vidar was not aware that wolves had school, what did they learn there, he wondered - had become possessed by some kind of demon. They were, apparently, being tasked with hunting down this possessed individual and beating the demon out of him? Was that how exorcisms worked? Beat the tar out of the demon and poof, they would leave the person they were possessing? He had no experience with demonic possession, so he's got no clue.
He peered over at Eris, who had the ability to possibly track the demon, and then peered over at the Fist of the South Star. According to their new teacher, Vidar would have an easier time during this particular journey, possibly do to being a cyborg and not growing tired or needing things like eating. It did give him a slight edge.
Once their orders had been given, their Master disappeared before any of them could ask a simple question of him.
Off to the side, Grisha was claiming to have a flying log, was that a euphemism? Did he have a ship that he called The Log? He wasn't sure, and he wouldn't put anything past the angry sounding man.
"I've never dealt with a demonic possession before," The yellow eyed cyborg confessed to his mission companions. "Before we go, we should gather food and water, pack it up securely, and then begin the mission. The faster that we begin, the faster that we can finish it, and Grisha can get some more sleep, yes?" He peered over at Grisha and then he looked at Eris, hoping they would both agree - he was sure that Grisha would agree, having food and finishing this quickly sounded like two things that were straight up the tall angry man's alley.
WC: 500 | 1,446 TWC: 3,871
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Post by Grisha on Sept 25, 2021 19:43:41 GMT -8
The Metal One had suggested they pack some food and water. If they had been back in Kousetsu Village, then Grisha might have arrogantly said he could go without the food for they could always hunt for it. The desert wasn’t as plentiful as the winter wasteland when it came to the food department. They should have been complete opposites, one being hot and the other cold, but there were more animals where he was from. If he didn’t have to hunt for food and the dojo had plenty, then he was going to take Vidar’s advice and stock up. Grisha nodded to Vidar and told him, “Good idea. Be back soon!” Next time Vidar would see Grisha, he would see an enormous, rectangular ruck sack on his shoulders. It extended above his head. The floating log that Grisha had mentioned was hovering before the giant, and he had just stepped on it. Despite the weight from Grisha’s “rations,” the Mokuzai seemed capable of lifting into the air. With his hands comfortably clutching the straps of his bag, Grisha shamelessly grinned. Djirodoo was asleep, and the guard students hadn’t seemed to expect Grisha to leave with the whole kitchen. Desert survival really had left an impact on him. “Good to go!” Grisha cheered. As long as he had something to eat and drink with him, then he could go for weeks. He wasn’t about to eat all the food in one sitting. They were going to need to conserve as much as they could, and this was the Saiyan thinking about Vidar as well (having not learned that he is an android (he also doesn’t know what an android is)). The trip into the desert was about as eventful as a screensaver. Everything was flat except for the mesas that stood like towers in the barren plains. If Grisha knew how to drive, then the feeling he had felt was similar to operating a vehicle sleep deprived. Having been awakened so early, he had eventually removed his rucksack and placed it on top of the log. Grisha then sprawled across it as though the rucksack was a flying mattress and took a nap. The Mokuzai seemed to be more than a flying piece of wood for it was not only capable of carrying Grisha and his things, but follow Vidar without losing him. Ahead of them, the horizon seemed to thicken and slowly started to rise into walls of orange rock. Dividing them was a ravine. The space would have been tight and risky for a caravan. Ravines made excellent ambush spots for bandits and other criminals. Sounds resonated and bounced off the walls, obscuring any other noise. The wind breathed and howled through it. There were creatures with bat-like wings camouflaged to match the color and texture of the surrounding walls. They were watching the two unfortunate travelers pass, waiting eagerly with jagged, wicked grins for a cue. WC: 496 | 4,367 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Sept 28, 2021 10:13:00 GMT -8
In all of this time that Vidar had spent with Grisha - which, in hindsight was very little time since they had barely met twenty four hours beforehand and it had not been on good solid footing as Grisha had been so enraged about his lost chicken, something Vidar had yet to get an explanation about, that when Vidar attempted to console him, he was met with growling and glaring - he had not expected the big man to suddenly up and listen to what he had to say. It was shocking.
He had expected the big guy to say that he did not need food, that he did not need water, that he did not need any form of provisions because he could survive just fine without it. But, instead, he said it was a good way and then rushed off. This left Vidar standing there, in mild confusion, but at that point, Eris said something - that Vidar did not hear all too well as she was somewhat grumbling to herself - and then she took off. Where she went, he had no idea, why she went, he had no idea. He just knew that he and Grisha were all that was left to do this mission.
The others disappeared, run off to do their own thing. What could they do? Well, Grisha was strong. Sure, he was not apparently, the smartest - or at least his brash behavior fueled by anger and emotions left him prone to lash out without thinking at all and instead opted to use his bulk and his brute strength to do the dirty work, which left his intelligence on the back burner. Then there was Vidar who lacked that level of power. He was lacking in that level of brute strength. And he tended to consider his actions a lot - using his advanced HUD to run through multiple scenarios before he picked the simulation with the best outcome, that did not mean that they were accurate as variables changed things in combat.
When the big man returned, he had a massive amount of provisions and he leapt atop his log. It was actually a log. He had thought the term was just a joke or a term of endearment or his way of describing his use of transport in the most primitive way possible, but it was basically a log.
Still, he did not say anything about it, lest it bother the big guy and he set him off on a rampage again. So, without a word, though he did acknowledge the sheer size of the large bag of provisions with a look of mild amazement, he took to the sky and allowed the big one to follow behind him.
The flight was dull; at least, to Grisha. To Vidar it was eventful; or, well, as eventful as it could get when he spent the entire time allowing his eyes to fly from one area to another, sweeping across the landscape below as his scanners worked over time. He took photos, videos, and ate up as much data as he could in order to create a map of the area for future rendering within his mind - a 3-D map that he was sure that his built in computers could easily handle creating.
As they neared the ravine, his eyes continued to scan over the area, the irises glowing a golden hue as they floated within their respective black sclera pools. He did not notice the wicked grins or the ones watching them, waiting for the chance to pounce; either he was too busy scanning over the area, or he just plain did not sense their presence, it did not matter. Vidar did not sense them at all.
"How much farther do you think we must travel before we reach this possessed student?" He questioned to the big man, laying on his floating log without a care in the world, apparently dozing in and out of consciousness due to being awakened so early.
WC: 615 | 2,061 TWC: 4,982
Note: Forgot to add this before but Vidar's Starting PL for this thread is 33,570
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Post by Grisha on Sept 28, 2021 14:57:29 GMT -8
Grisha’s eyes cracked open at the sound of Vidar’s voice. He regarded the flying android through slit eyelids, staring at him for a few seconds while his brain caught up to process his question. The Saiyan’s shoulder then shrugged up to his jaw in a nonverbal show of uncertainty. If the Horned One hadn’t bailed on them, then supposedly they would have found the demon easier according to Djirodoo. GYAAAAAH~!The shrill, war cry sounded ahead of them. Flapping before the two fighters was a clay-brown demon. Its claws were splayed before its face in some sort of stance. Suddenly, its body became engulfed in a blinding light that filled the entire ravine. Grisha had quickly turned his head and clenched his eyes closed, while the camouflaged demons sprang off the walls at him and Vidar. The giant felt two latch onto him. They clung like Saibamen, but had a difficult time embracing someone so large. Squinting his eyes through the glare, Grisha scowled at them until he noticed that their bodies also started to glow. Suddenly their forms bulged, pulsed, and swelled, inflating like grotesque, fleshy balloons until they detonated in a starburst of flames and smoke. Debris tumbled from the black cloud to the rocky floor below in ribbons. Half a mile ahead of the fighters was a unit of fifty, wingless demons who were watching the ambush from a safe distance. Standing behind the unit was a red, hulking demon with white, sulfur eyes burning in the black depths of his sockets. The leader, pleased that the suicide bombing had been a success, stretched his arm and ordered two ranks of his unit to charge forth while the sky raiders continued to swarm the trespassers in the sky. A low-ranking demon officer looked up at his commander and asked curiously, “Why are we wasting our time? There’s only two.” “Can you not sense their power level?” the commander asked with an excited grin. “Souls with that much strength are rare.” The low-ranking officer closed his eyes and focused on the two’s power levels. The realization made his red eyes fly open and head snap up to his commander. “Our lord would surely promote us if we could get our hands on them!” The commander sneered at his subordinate. He had no intention of giving the demon lord those souls. With those souls combined, he would use their power for himself and claim the entire demon army as his own. He then smirked and replied, “Yes, of course.” The commander’s eyes widened when he watched something large drop from the smoke cloud left by the suicide blast. Grisha landed, and the stone turf cratered and shattered beneath his feet. The blue robes from the South Star Dojo were falling around him in rags. Charred food and chunks of fabric from his rucksack pelted the ground. Grisha had managed to absorb the brunt of the bombing to protect his Mokuzai, but he couldn’t protect his supplies. The giant was gazing around at the remains of food that had either been too burnt to a crisp to eat or the rind and peel were all that survived. Everything was ruined, and he had worked hard to pack up food that didn’t belong to him so that he wouldn’t go hungry on the journey. His morning had started off so miserable. He was awakened at ridiculous hours, and he couldn’t even catch a nap. Now these random, bat, demon things wanted to blow up his food. It had been a while since Grisha had been truly pissed. The rocks and dust at his feet lifted into the air around him. The strips of his gi that still clung to his muscular form started to ripple until Grisha grasped the shreds and ripped them off with a growl. Standing in only the holey and burnt remains of his blue, training pants, Grisha cast his eyes up at some demons that were descending like circling vultures toward him. The demons saw the enraged expression on Grisha’s face and felt a chilling blanket of fear envelope them. Throwing back their arms and legs, they attempted to halt in mid-air. Crushing the air in two, immense fists, Grisha vented his irritation and frustration in a furious scream: The demons felt the powerful decibels bombarding their bodies, causing them brief disorientation. Grisha bent at the knees and sprang like a missile into the air. His arms caught the necks of the demons in a clothesline and carried them into the ravine wall. Dust and rock exploded from the impact site in a geyser. The demons’ mouths were wide and open in silent shock as their mangled bodies were embedded in the rockface. Grisha didn’t move from the humanoid depression he had made in the wall. He used it as a survey point and turned his head to observe his surroundings with a scowl. WC: 818 | 5,800 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Oct 5, 2021 5:14:39 GMT -8
They were flying blind. Neither he nor the massive brute could sense that demonic Ki energy that would have led them straight to the possessed student. If that Eris woman had not just simply run off, for whatever reason, they would have been able to travel over the distance and made it to the student and his demonic possessor within a matter of hours. The woman had been capable of doing something that neither the giant nor the cyborg could do, sense the presence of demonic energy, demon ki. That would have made finding the demon possessed student of the wolf school much faster. Now, all they could do was hope that they were heading in the right direction.
Grisha was not much help; the big brute was laying down atop his flying log and was dozing in and out of consciousness, claiming the sleep that he was robbed of when their new master had awoken them all early in order to partake in this mission. Well, at least he wasn't rampaging, so there was that bit of good news.
Vidar had been so busy attempting to gain some kind of response from the big man that he almost flew into the arms of the demon in front of them. He just appeared out of nowhere and his body seemed to explode with light; well, his body didn't so much explode so much as release a blinding bright light...or it would have been blinding; had the creature not taken into account that Grisha had simply looked away and that Vidar's eyes automatically activated a protective measure that blacked out his eyes, his brightly glowing golden hued irises simply vanishing into the black sclera pools of his eyes as his eyes, for a split second, became fully black stones. As soon as the bright flash was gone, his eyes returned to normal, the yellow iris hovering within the black pools of his eyes.
The blonde cyborg heard another battle cry and turned in time to see two things just leap out and land atop of Grisha and cling to him.
He couldn't even say a word before the two strange creatures that had clutched themselves tightly onto the big man's body began to expand, and swell and grow like misshapen water balloons and then they exploded. The sudden burst of power knocked the blonde cyborg back several feet as he raised his arm up and turned his head away from the explosion.
His HUD went up immediately. WARNING, WARNING, WARNING.
Well, it was a bit late to flash up a warning now that he clearly knew he and Grisha were under attack, but he turned his eyes towards where the other demon was, the one who had rallied the others with a war cry. Grisha was busy, currently having his own little tantrum, roaring and screaming, and Vidar? He was facing off against one of the demons who had made his presence known. This one grinned darkly at him, biceps flexing visibly as he got into stance.
"I'm going to beat the pretty off your face and then I'm going to drag you back to our Lord," The demon threatened.
His HUD was hard at work as he kept his warmly glowing eyes on the demon.
ANALYZING...
THREAT LEVEL?...MODERATE...Power Level? ...ANALYZING.... HEIGHT? WEIGHT? RACE? ANALYZING... His eyes gave off that soft warm glow that was familiar to anyone who knew him; it meant he was scanning someone, taking in their data, and his advanced super computer was coming up with multiple ways that he could end this fight as quickly as possible.
NO CIVILIAN CASUALTIES CALCULATED...NO COLLATERAL DAMAGE CALCULATED...
That made sense. They were away from any town. They were away from any populated city or town center. There were no random civvies out there. It was just him, Grisha, and this attacking horde of demons. So that meant one thing...
Vidar could release his restraints and fight at his utmost ability and not worry about collateral damage piling up around him.
This was actually perfect; most people would have found this predicament rather intimidating, he and Grisha out in the middle of seemingly nowhere, attacked by suicidal and powerful demons. They were on their own. There was no one else around. And this worked perfectly for Vidar as it minimized the amount of casualties. It also allowed him to fight to the fullest extent of his strength.
As the demon was grumbling something about wanting to kill the blonde quickly, energy began to course through the cyborg's body, welling up and growing and swelling and collecting. His chest began to glow as he lowered into a stance and then two boosters appeared on his shoulders and with a sudden burst of speed, he shot across the air, cutting the distance between himself and the startled demon.
He moved fast, his body twisting as he went for a powerful and kick that connected with the Demon's face. The creature sent flying through the door and slamming into the cliff side with a loud echoing roaring crash as cracks raced up and down the cliff face in all directions; the demon embedded into the wall quite deep, and Vidar turned to face the others as he took stock of how many demons there were, scanners working on each one of them, amassing data.
Another day, yet another battle.
WC: 900 / 2,961 TWC: 6,700
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Post by Grisha on Oct 21, 2021 20:17:32 GMT -8
The two, advancing demon ranks comprised of twenty demons started to slow when they saw the destruction the two, mysterious fighters wrought. The walls were exploding as their comrades were thrown against them like grenades. The ground demons were wary of marching further, but too nervous to turn tail. Death was before and behind them, but surely twenty demons could destroy two mortals. Grisha was gazing down at them, while clinging to the wall. There was a gleam in the whites of his eyes. His lips were turned up with abhorrence as he saw them as an obstacle in his way. He was awakened and sent back into the desert for this? He reached up and pulled himself out of the depression. His fingers sank into the stone like claws in wood, and he charged across the wall, bounding on all fours like a beast. The army followed Grisha’s movements, while also not trying to take their eyes off of the machine. Five demons opened their mouths, and from the depths of their throats swelled a crimson energy before it fired into beams. The beams tore across the wall of the ravine, crossing like scissor blades. The wall detonated and Grisha jumped, using the blast to send him somersaulting above the gathered units. Growling, Grisha landed with his fist, pounding the ground and creating a shock that sent the demons surging into the air with a cry. Rock and dust soared above his head, creating a screen. Demons fired multiple red orbs into it and Grisha dashed out, sliding to his right and bowling into one of the soldiers. His hand rose, grasping the back of the soldier’s head, and slamming its face into the dirt. He pushed off the back of its skull, leaping above a second demon and bringing his fists down on top of the creature’s head. The demon sank forward and Grisha brought his knee rising into its face with so much power that it rose into the air. The giant snagged its ankle and proceeded to use the beast as a club to bash the others. The red commander watched from a safe distance, gritting his teeth, and resisting the urge to send all of his units. They will crush them! There was only two of them! WC: 382 | 7,082 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Oct 27, 2021 7:29:33 GMT -8
There were quite a few of demons in front of them. Grisha was roaring and screaming and sounding more like a beast than a man - hell, he sure as hell was behaving like one, clawing his way out of the depression into which he sank his body into the cliff face before charging the hoard on all fours like a wild animal on a rampage - and the demons looked to be trapped in an ever deepening quicksand of fear, anger, and confusion. This was a battlefield, and all those emotions made sense, all at once especially now that they saw that they had angered a giant that would rather have stayed home and just slept.
But, the demons were not just focused on Grisha - even if, right now, he was the most dangerous player on the battlefield due to his seemingly unpredictable and unstable nature - and some of them were making their way toward the machine, toward Vidar. They moved hesitantly. They had never faced off against someone like him; he could see it in their faces. They were hesitant, unsure, eyeballing the cyborg and all of his visible cybernetic augmentations. They saw the gleam of the sunlight on the metal of his arms, the way his eyes seemed to focus on them one by one and glow a soft gleaming warm golden hue as they floated within their black sclera pools. They'd never seen eyes like those, cold, calculating, and detached from any emotion.
"What is he?" One of them whispered over to a comrade.
"No matter, he must be destroyed; no surrender, we either die on the battlefield or we die for fleeing the battlefield. Those are your choices. Pick whichever sounds sweeter."
The demons charged toward the cyborg, tearing across the battlefield before they attempted to split apart; one going left, another going right, and one going up, as they were attempting to surround the blond cyborg.
WARNING. FLANKING MANEUVER. ACTIVATING GLASS PROTOCOLS.
The air around him grew thick with dust as the energy his body gave off surged high. The dust picking up from the environment around him, whipping around his body like a sandstorm. It was drawn in toward him and then his eyes gave off a bright golden hue as the air around him was super heated and he shot out the sand he had drawn in. Only it was no longer sand. It had been super heated, melted, and shot outward like hundreds of daggers of glass in all directions.
The demons attempting to surround him halted in surprise as they attempted to dodge the sudden hail of glistening sharp death hurtling toward them. One of them got struck in the shoulder, the piece of glass was thick and resembled an icicle. It stabbed in deep and he howled; he was struck again in the side and he was sent flying backwards as he attempted to dodge the rest. The other two managed to just barely dodge as they were given cuts and nicks across their sides, faces, their clothes torn as the glass stabbed into the walls of the cliff face around them all.
"Which one of you is inhabiting the body of a student of the Wolf School?" He peered over to one of the three demons, then the other, and lastly the one who was ripping the glass-cicle out of his shoulder. "Any of you? Or is it him over there?" His golden eyes turned toward the leader at the other end of the battlefield, focusing on the demon intently.
"Bastard." The one whom had taken the shard to the shoulder cursed at him as he tossed the glass shard aside. "I'll enjoy tearing you to pieces," he snarled wickedly.
The blonde's golden eyes turned to the angered demon. His face expressionless. "I calculate a low probability of that happening. However, if you wish to make the attempt," he raised his hand up and motioned him to bring it on.
WC: 660 / 3,621 TWC: 7,742
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Post by Grisha on Nov 12, 2021 13:08:25 GMT -8
Crimson skin smoothed and formed over marble-like muscles. Eyes that burned like heated metal in a forge. The corner of the demon commander’s lip arched, baring a few fangs as his blazing eyes contacted the machine. He couldn’t help but see it as a challenge. He had been holding his units back, but now he wanted to see the machine scrapped and the big one beaten to death. His nostrils flared, and he bared his jagged, grit-covered teeth. “Anyone who flees, I will kill personally. Lay down your lives for victory! Go. Destroy them!” he bellowed. The red leader sprang into the air, and his black ki erupted around him like fire from a rocket. He soared toward Vidar, intending to deal with the machine personally while a wave of the remaining thirty demonic soldiers bled like ink across the orange battlefield. Plumes of smoke rose off Grisha’s body from energy spheres. He had two demons clinging to his shoulders, trying to subdue him for the others to overwhelm him. The large Saiyan spun, whirling so swiftly that their bodies were pulled taut by the force. His fists repelled the demon soldiers surrounding him in a ring. Like a sledgehammer, his right fist impacted the stony ground, causing the demon to his right shoulder to be jarred free. It fell upon its back, and for a millisecond, its eyes bulged in shock before Grisha’s left fist smashed into its face, causing the second one to fall. The giant then turned and sprang into the air. His body turned in mid-air as he spun over a cluster of gathered demons. Like a spinning steam roller, Grisha landed on them, crushing them flat into the ground as his body went rapidly rolling and scattering more off-guard soldiers into the air. Grisha halted his rolling on all fours. There were so many soldiers that he found them all to be annoying. His head turned in the direction of a massive, advancing unit. He didn’t like the idea that there were going to be more. He just wanted the battle to be over. Bellowing angrily, Grisha drew back his arms and stabbed his fingers into the ground like shovels. The ground shifted beneath the demons’ feet. They started trying to blast Grisha in order to discourage his actions, finding his erratic and wild techniques to be too threatening and difficult to predict. His thighs swelled with strength as a chunk of earth was suddenly lifted from the ground. The demons that could fly sprang into the air, while those who couldn’t went sliding down the rock slab to the ground. Grisha hefted the chunk of rock above his head before he slammed it down like an immense fly swatter over the ground units. With a thunderous boom, the slab shattered into boulders of various sizes. Grisha went around to each boulder, using one to crush a demon who attempted to sneak up behind him before spinning and lobbing it like a cannonball at the advancing demonic ranks. The boulders left gaping pathways in the demon army and they exploded like artillery when they impacted the walls in the distance. WC: 525 | 8,267 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Nov 21, 2021 20:24:55 GMT -8
There were so many of the annoying minions around. They were charging endlessly, one after another out of fear of death, toward the two of them. On the one hand, they faced certain death if they attempted to retreat. It was by no means a secret that their demonic leader would kill any who dared even think of retreating. But, at the same time, they also faced certain death before them. The massive wall of enraged muscle that was Grisha, his constant roaring, and his tendency to smash through the horde without a care for his own safety so long as he got to feel their bones crunch underneath his fists and feet, made it certain that he would also kill them if they attempted to attack him head on.
And then there was the cyborg. They could not read his energy signature. They could not tell how strong he was. But, he looked strong. He was not as big or as thickly built as the other, he was not a roaring rampaging beast of a man, but his appearance and the fact that his face remained cool, distant, unemotional, and almost detached the entire time, even as he was attacked, sent a shiver down their spine. There was just something strange about the man's black sclera and his yellow irises - glowing a bright golden hue - that made them uneasy.
It was then that the demon made itself known. His outward appearance matching his inner brutality and Vidar caught sight of him. So that's what a demon looked like? The thick muscle build and the intimidating face made him stand out among the many demon underlings he had with him - at least, anyone else would have found him intimidating, Vidar found him fascinating, so much so that he began to record data instantaneously even as the demon came charging toward him at full speed with clear intent on his face.
CALCULATING THREAT LEVEL… THREAT LEVEL, MODERATE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
His eyes glowed bright gold as he took in the sight of the incoming demon. The blonde cyborg turned to face him as he raised his arm, aiming his palm toward him. But rather than simply firing off an energy blast, his arm shifted, the metal plates moving and sliding and shifting from side to side as his arm changed into a mini-gun and then unleashed a massive deluge of tightly compacted and highly potent energy blasts down toward the incoming demon. He had unleashed one of his patent techniques, Joker. Whatever didn’t hit the incoming demonic leader would rain down on his awaiting demonic minions, detonating with extreme force, shredding through the horde and the landscape with abandon.
This one was more dangerous than the small minions. He looked strong, he felt strong, and as he was closing the gap between himself and the cyborg, he had to be fast too in order to avoid the massive barrage of energy raining down on him and his men.
“Grisha, I believe I found the demon.” He spoke, loudly, in order to be heard, hopefully, by the big behemoth of a man; he may have been dealing with the minions, but if they got rid of the leader, perhaps the underlings would be more inclined to leave, to flee, rather than fight.
WC: 550 CWC: 4,171 TWC: 8,817
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Post by Grisha on Nov 22, 2021 16:52:27 GMT -8
The demon general barrel-rolled like a jet, changing the path of his direct flight as a chain of energy spheres followed him. On the ground, Grisha saw the energy spheres from Vidar’s attack lashing the ground like a whip before blisters of energy bulged into blazing domes. Demons cried as they became incinerated in the blasts, while the sturdier ones were left smoking in craters. Grisha had watched the chaotic assault and predicted the direction it was going to lash next. He sprinted away from the detonations. The battlefield had devolved into panic as demons ran and fled into the sky to avoid the cyborg’s attacks. Grisha was gazing up at Vidar, watching a black ki signature circling him as he tried to shoot it. The android informed him that he had found who they were looking for. The giant frowned. He didn’t like airborne enemies. His instincts started to warn him that remaining in the ravine would be an inevitable death trap. Biting the corner of his lip, Grisha unleashed a whistle, and his faithful flying log dove into the ravine. He didn’t slow down in his sprint. When the log soared next to him, Grisha quickly hopped onto it and bent his knees as they ascended into the skies. The red general bore his wicked teeth in a grin at Vidar. Beneath his chest, his claws had been facing each other and between them crackled a ball of red and black energy. He increased his speed to get ahead of Vidar’s barrage before he raised the sphere above his head. It expanded into the size of a small moon, dwarfing its creator. “Eat this!” the general bellowed. He swung his arms downward and the crimson sphere with the black, dancing rays surrounding it descended toward Vidar like a meteor. Even if the android evaded it, if the energy ball contacted the ravine, the detonation was going to be nuclear. He didn’t care about his weak and cowardly army. He only cared about the destruction of his enemies! WC: 339 | 9,156 Tag: Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK)
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