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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 7, 2008 12:47:39 GMT -5
Consciousness. Makoa was awake. He was thinking, feeling. How he detested feeling. There was an unending resonation within him, a sense of something that was not himself, like a beacon from a passing ship at sea. He lay in ruin, the building around him long destroyed by a monster of dark eco. He had lain there while his body mended over time from the vicious destruction wrought by this unthinkable beast. Makoa had no defenses to sheild himself from the attack, being unaware and uncaring of his surroundings. Now this BEING echoed in his mind. He had to stop this, to find a way to just rest once more. He rose, more from an act of will than physical movement, up from the debris in which he had been buried. He had not only regenerated the missing peices of his body, but had also absorbed the latent life energies around him, building his immense strength. Now awakened, he need to understand himself so that he might accomplished his goal. In a single attempt to flex, move, speak, to expel and test his power, his white eco exploded outward in all directions, searing his own flesh, erradicating all within the small area he occupied. The erie sound of his wail echoed through facility and out into the night. Like a spark in the night, his eco signature gave its first glint in the mind's eye's of all those capable of seeing it. Falling back into the rubble, Makoa would have to heal again. "Deco..." escaped the name from his lips. Who is Deco? His mind snap to the OTHER that was there. "Deco..." he understood now. The name of his parasite.
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Post by Deco on Jan 8, 2008 0:49:57 GMT -5
Freshly spilled blood streaked the polished floors of the precursor temple. Remnants of mangled corpses lay here and there like discarded trash, barely recognizable as human at this point. A precursor monk, the sole survivor, stumbled backwards clutching a deep wound in his side that was now bleeding freely. He lifted his head to face the dark figure that had caused this destruction. "Why... why have you done this, demon?" he said, voice etched with pain. The beast known only as Lord Deco grinned sadistically at the injured monk. "Why?" The power of Deco's voice shook the very walls of the ancient temple. He took a menacing step towards his victim. "Your body contains dark eco. I have simply come to take it." The monk could hardly believe what he had just heard. "You mean... you just wanted me?!" He looked around in horror at the carnage that had been wrought. "My brothers, my sisters... Why? Why did they have to die?! Why take so many innocent lives?!" He found his legs no longer able to bare their burden and collapsed to his knees before Deco. Ominous laughter filled the room as bolts of dark energy danced around Lord Deco's body. "They should count themselves honored to have stood in the presence of a god before they died." The monster slowly raised his hand towards The small figure that now knelt at his feet. "You should feel the same." With a flick of Deco's wrist, pure dark eco suddenly erupted erupted from the monks chest carrying with it blood and fragments of broken sternum. It flew a short distance into the his outstretched hand. The energy that danced around Lord Deco flared with a new life as the eco was assimilated into his body, adding to his power. Then something very different flashed into his mind. It took him only a moment to realize that it was an eco signature, albeit a rare one. White eco. He glanced in the direction of the new signature that was already beginning to fade. "How interesting." He said to nobody in particular. A weak sound suddenly snapped Deco back to the situation at hand. He turned to see the monk still feebly clutching at the jagged hole in his chest, blood pooling beneath him. Another grin spread itself across Lord Deco's features. He raised his hand once again and let loose a blast of dark energy that reduced the pathetic creature to nothing more than ashes. Then, in one fluid motion, he turned and began heading in the direction of the new eco signature.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 8, 2008 10:30:26 GMT -5
After several hours of recuperation, Makoa rose once more, this time taking a more reasonable approach to his new existance. He traveled a short distance from the location of his rebirth, coming upon an outposting of men, an armed group of bandits making camp far from the eyes of civilization. It was evident that they moved about often to avoid detection. Within they're ranks, Makoa sensed a stronger presense, this being the eco signature of a stronger bandit, possibally their leader, or one their main operatives. Also with he sensed several storage devices brimming with eco, red, yellow, blue, and green, mostly green and blue. Curious of this, and unheeding of the possible danger, he headed straight into the camp, heading for the signature, this blue eco life force. The camp's early morning watch saw this spectre, a glowing apparation floating through the air, and panicked, tripping over their own feet at a backwards retreat, screaming an alarm to the slumbering and complacent members of the horde. This was all very strange to Makoa, this sudden outburst of movement. The objects they leveled in his direction, so familiar... In moments, they had amassed before him, people shouting in confusion, and it wasn't long until the first shot was fired. Weapons... these were weapons of man. The blasts tore open his flesh, rounds impacting his enhanced body, resilient but still taking damage from the shear number of hits. And yet he continued, much to the dismay and growing fear of the crowd. One brave soul rushed forward to strike him with a war hammer, imbued with red eco. The force of the blow created a precussionary wave around them, but only managed to turn Makoa's head and caused him to lean slightly to the side. Straightening back, he look to his attacker, raising his hand slowly into the air. Then, as if it were a lightning strike, he wrent them man in two, left shoulder to right hip. He began a counter attack, calmly passing his hands over the direction of his enemies, firing continuous, concentrated blast of yellow eco, and tearing easily through all who came near, until he was met with the one whose eco sign was dominantly blue. He attack swiftly, weilding a single edged blade. He manged three swift strikes to Makoa's back before he turned and grabbed the blade in mid swing. Makoa's hands burned white the ethereal glow that surrounded his body, and after he released his foe's blade, he met each strike with speed that shook the mans very foundation, hands like demonic blades meant to tear assunder the very souls of man. He leapt back several yards, meeting Makoa's ungodly stare, seeing him make no hastey movement. In a rage, the bandit warrior let out a battle cry, summoned forth the fullest extent of his eco power, and rushed forward with his blade glowing, ripping the very earth in his wake. Makoa reached forward and wrapped his hand around the mans wrist just as the blade plunged into his chest. The sudden stop caused obvious disorientation to the man, as he looked up to Makoa in a daze. He began a feable struggle as Makoa raised his hand, palm out, level with his face, only inches seperating them. The air arrounded them grew in density, Makoa's glow fading, in fact the whole light of the world seemed to fade, until the camp was light and shaken by a massive, terrible blast that seemed almost green in color, a terrible mixture of yellow and blue eco powers burning easily through the flesh of the man. The smoking lower half dropped unceremoniously to the ground, and was soon joined by those to foolish to flee. When all the obstacles were out of his way, Makoa was free to investigate the canisters of eco. To further his wonder, he found that he could assimilate these essences, growing stronger, refreshing his body. This would prove useful if he intended to rid himself of the nightmare that loomed over him constantly. He would return for now to whence he awoke. That place would surely hold information as to his opponent. That did seem to be the natural thing for him to do, research his prey before the hunt. Why, he was not sure. It seemed he had an excellent sense of "The Hunt," one might say. He wasn't there long when he realized that the dark presense in his mind seemed to grow in intensity. It draws near...
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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 9, 2008 13:54:41 GMT -5
Makoa returned to the facility just as morning began to paint the sky, sun still far below the horizon. It served to create a foreboding effect on the walls of the building, so strangely built. Though the less durable, more recent additions made by the locations most recent occupants had crumbled to time as well as unnatural destruction, the original foundation and construction barely showed any sign that it was any worse for wear, aside from accumulated dust, char marks, and the occasional mold growth. It hinted to an ancient legacy, one which stirred the deepest, most silent recess's of Makoa's mind. But, there was not time nor need to dwell on this. He could feel the darkness edging closing, almost lazily. "Deco...", he muttered. He would just wait at the centermost point, close his eyes and allow the maddening presense to enter into there. Then, perhaps, he would end this bain on his existence.
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Post by Deco on Jan 10, 2008 3:14:12 GMT -5
Lord Deco knew that he was drawing closer to his new prey. The stench of white eco hung heavily in the air. Whoever this presence may be, it was leaving a trail... it wanted to be found. A wicked smile crossed Deco's face. If this fool was so willing to meet an early demise, then who was he to deny them. He finally came to a halt in what seemed to be the ruined remains of a bandits camp. The former occupants of said camp lay all around him. It appeared as though they had been caught off guard by the strangers sudden appearance and were utterly decimated. What truly caught his attention, though, was the long, straight line of scorched earth that began near the center of the camp and extended out for what appeared to be miles. The energy needed to produce a blast of such intensity must have been immense. Amusement flickered in Deco's glowing eyes. "This may be more interesting than I suspected." He glanced over, taking notice of the now emptied eco cannisters. "Yes, very interesting indeed." The beast known as Lord Deco then set off once more, following the trail of white eco... closing in on his prey.
At last, Deco stood before the very laboratory that he himself had once lain waste to. White eco emanated from within the structure like heat from a furnace. The one whom he sought was here, waiting for him. Bolts of energy lanced from his body in irritation at the thought of such arrogance. He took a step towards the decrepit building. "You are very foolish to have brought me here." He said, voice like thunder. "Now, show you face. Kneel before me and I may yet make your passing a swift one." Lord Deco's eyes glowed with a demonic anticipation as he awaited his answer.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 10, 2008 8:58:41 GMT -5
Makoa's eyes snapped open with the soul wrenching, all surrounding words that echoed off the walls and in his very thoughts. Were it not for the strange bond that held him in its sway, he would have no idea which direstion it was coming from. The beast, of course, knew exactly where he was with has adept eco sensory. It was time. Makoa leaned forward, and if one was watching you'd guess that he vanished on the spot, slowly fading, only to rematerialize with his eerie glow within sight of a truly montrous visage. The movement, and the speed with which it was done, had been completely unintentional, was a result of his desire to meet with this thing hastily. He'd explore the matter more as oppurtunity presented it. For now, he was positioned before what seemed to be a pulsing mass of liquid and unstable energy, dark in color, holding the semblence of a man, at least for the time being. "Hello Deco. I know this must be you," murmurred Makoa, no emotion or attachment,"Let me rest..." Slowly, he raised his hand, palm out. The light around him faded, and once again the air grew dense. Yes, it was time.
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Post by Deco on Jan 11, 2008 3:26:34 GMT -5
Lord Deco showed no sign of surprise over the sudden appearance of his foe. He only smiled eerily as the the world around them darkened. "Rest?" The air was suddenly split with inhuman laughter. "Fear not. You shall have your rest when I cast you into the deepest pits of oblivion." The sky around them suddenly grew even darker and Bolts of energy began flashing all around them. The very ground beneath Lord Deco's feet began to warp and crumble. He casually raised his hand, mirroring Makoa's action. "Now, see what happens when you choose to defy a god." A mass of dark energy began to pulse and glow in his outstretched palm. "...Die." The ground behind Makoa suddenly erupted as tendrils of pure dark eco ripped forth from the earth. With blinding speed they lashed out towards Makoa's back, razor sharp tips screaming through the air. At the same moment, Deco let loose the devastating blast that he had been preparing. The landscape was bathed in a purple glow as the beam tore it's way toward his enemy.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 11, 2008 7:07:03 GMT -5
Ripping a scar into the ground, the wicked blast made contact with Makoa's outstretched hand just as the tendrils ripped through his body. The blast ate its way down his arm as he held it off, the excess burning off in all directions ripping apart the earth at his feet and filling the sky with it's deathly light, until final it was diminshed and his arm was disintegrated to just before his elbow. The shock wave given off from the attack connecting with his impromptu guard had enough force to up root the nearest trees and rupture the organs of any man foolish enough to come near. Tendrils still perforating him, Makoa observed his tattered limb for a moment, the glow of his aura still tracing the shape of a hand. The wounds that decrorated his body were troublesome and hindering, but he would surely begin to heal once he was free. Makoa made no show of pain, only detached interest. Perhaps he shouldn't allow his body to be so open to harm, it would likely make his mission much more difficult. His image faded once more, sending the dark extensions of Deco flailing madly. Makoa rematerialized in the air above and behind Deco, remaining hand burning bright with energy, slashing down with all his might, moving at a speed that only himself and this beast could even fathom.
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Post by Deco on Jan 14, 2008 3:17:50 GMT -5
Lord Deco scarcely had time to turn his head before the blow struck it's mark. The force of Makoa's slash tore through his eco composed body, bisecting it cleanly down the middle. The two halves swayed unsteadily for a few moment before collapsing formlessly to the ground. A mass of puddled dark eco lie motionless at Makoa's feet before it was slowly absorbed into the soft ground. All was quiet. The darkness that had smothered the area began to diminish, relinquishing it's deathly hold to the morning sun. Then, quietly at first but steadily rising in volume, the sound of laughing could be heard. It was a laugh devoid of any remaining traces of sanity or human emotion. A laugh that could freeze the soul of even the most war torn veteran. "Fool." The icy voice of lord Deco spoke. "Did you really think that you had a chance of defeating me?" Slowly a dark form rose from the ground roughly ten meters from Makoa's position. Energy danced around Lord Deco's apparently uninjured body. "You should feel honored. It is to very few people that I choose to show the true extent of my power." He raised his arms from his sides in an imperious gesture and began to forcefully decrease the density of his molecules, shifting from liquid to a gaseous form. A dark cloud of vapor now hung ominously in the air above the spot where Lord Deco had stood. Suddenly, the cloud began to twist and swirl as if buffeted by some unseen wind. The motion grew more and more intense, becoming a vicious whirlwind of dark eco. Bolts of black lightning flashed violently from it's glowing core. Once again the sound of Deco's maniacal laughter split the air. "Now, let us see what chance you truly have!" With this the maelstrom of destruction began ripping it's way towards Makoa.
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Post by mirroreddementia on Jan 14, 2008 10:01:40 GMT -5
After the initial feeling of eleation at his percieved victory, Makoa had sensed that the monster still lived, his pulsing eco signature a clear beacon in his mind. The Maelstrom that now approached promised devastation, offering to him no hope to face it unscathed. Makoa hunched forwarded against torrent after wrenching torrent battering him, gathering into him all the strength he could muster, standing fast even as bolts of energy etched deep scars into his already damaged flesh. Eyes glowing white, his body snapped erect, and his rushed headlong into the storm of darkness hand glowing bright once more as Makoa focused the bulk of his might into it. The very moment he hit the vortex he was caught in its path, finding it difficult to stand, his skin burning away in the moments he stood within. Turning against the vicious waves, he leapt straight up into the eye of this wretched storm and paused in mid air. A sheild formed around his body to ward off the surges from Deco as Makoa lifted his hand straight into the air. For an instant, he was aglow brighter than ever before, and then all was darkness within, only the sound of chaos to be percieved. Then, in a flash of light Makoa was illuminated, hand pointing down, mouth pulled into a grimace, hair blowing wild and energy sparking off him as he loosed his most devastating attack, a blast follwed immediately by an explosion of sorts, ripping a deep crater into the ground sendind Makoa tumbling through the air, desperatly trying to focus on what had become of Deco.
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