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01/22/2018 12:05 PM
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Done losing boss starters
Oddly deep down the corridor a similar situation was occurring. A young man of much more diverse background was stirring in his sleep as well. This man wasn't like the other students, he came from a different background. One that many could not fathom, that is, aside from the professor.
To begin, you'd need to understand how a brilliant mind worked. You could be a full blown genius, and still want more. As was the case with Scientist Cornell Mathers, a brilliant man who needed more. Soon he began working with alchemy, attempting to achieve omniscience. This line of research nearly killed him, however his fortune was not to be that way.
The goddess of luck and fortune, Ziki, had come to him. She warned of his need to know all being his downfall. Mathers was astounded by her, and asked she stay as he healed. She did and soon fell in love with the human man. Not long after, they would birth a son.
This son was as much as genius as he was a kenace. From age 2 he could read, by age five he could read minds. He was too smart for grade school finishing 6th grade by 10. Then his parents groomed him for his role.
Gazkit was his name, because of a poster he saw. He asked his parents to change his name and all. From there he'd begun his conditioning, to become the new god of luck and fortune. It wasn't easy, for one he had to control the very concept of it. All of it, to the 12th dimension. Which meant even the idea of what good and bad luck even was. That along with chance, risk, reward, probability, coincidence, circumstance, fortune monetary and otherworldly, even karma.
Which is why, he had to enroll at X academy . The professors guidance and discipline was what he needed. Also training in the use of psionics, as his massive intellect aided him in developing inherent skills. Hence why his nightmare was so vivid.
He too saw the horrid yellow fear and terror, but he knew not its plan. He awoke from a cold sweat, hearing the noise outside. The room down the hall went to one of Xavier' s prime students. He stepped into the hall, and walked to where the commotion was.
Gazkit never much noticed, but he was eye candy for sure. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, his skin nearly chocolate brown. Given his was in a muscle shirt and pj pants, his muscles were clearly visible. His left arm had a Zentangle sleeve beginning in his left pectoral and going to his left wrist.
He leaned his head in the door way, knowingthe professor may send him away. -"Wait, did you see it too? In your nightmare, the yellow terror?"
Fortune had always had many strange ways of working. It also had many strange ways of being construed. As in many worlds there were cortexs, some so vast they housed a number of multiverse, such as Disney. The many interlocking multiverses under the Disney cortex, were home to many skilled individuals. One was the comics multiverses god of luck and fortune. From here is where our story begins.
Around 22 years and some change ago, a scientist had been hard at work. Cornell Mathers, a brilliant mind not content to be just smart. No he wanted to know all, before it happened, and to make advancements in his field. By conquering magic use and adding to it science, he sought omniscience. A venture which nearly killed him. The explosion of his machines left him hurt and nearly dead, however fate had other plans. The goddess of luck and fortune, Ziki, had spared him. As his fate was not to die that day. He was enamored with her and asked her to stay as he healed. She did and they would fall in love. The child they birthed would go in to greatness.
The child they bore, a son named Tyreek Mathers, grew at an immense rate. His inherent intellect and divine skills lead to the formation of many powers. At 2 he could read, 4 already he'd skipped to grade one. By ten he had advanced to middle school. 14 he finished high school, and began grooming for his new mantle. The young man was groomed to be the new god of luck, and with it, it's many responsibilities. As he she'd into his 20s, he became attuned to even the 12th dimension of luck. The very idea of it at his whim, and many of its subfactors. Growing up in his father's research facility home, once his abilities were established, Tureek wanted more. He heard he could use his skills to help others and adopted the name Gazkit, an homage to his upbringing around tech and lab gear.
Now, in the current day Gazkit could exist anywhere. Luck was always real in some people's minds, therefore so was Gazkit. This was how he had left his home comics Multiverse and traveled to the Disney classic one. Upon entering the realm, it was all so new. The lush trees and land, very little technological advancement, and different attire. However, he'd come to an odd scene. A near fatally wounded female dragon lay at the base of a mountain, seemingly near coma. He lowered to her, sensing internally her fate was to change. She'd been wronged of just due, and he was to fix it.
He landed, even removing his shoes to feel new grass. His figure in the now uninterrupted son was a sight for sure. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, his skin nearly chocolate in color. His eyes were human despite their red color as opposed to blue. Given his surroundings his attire changed to match. He was dressed in n simple mage tunics as he approached the female beast. He sniffed the air.-"She's been here a bit."-He moved closer, before pressing his ear to her rough scales.-"A griwl?......Still kicking eh?"-He went closer to the long neck and head. He was tentative in case she awoke. Near the beginning of her neck, where it became the head, was lodged an arrow. He reached carefully to remove it, knowing anything could wake her and spell disaster.-"Easy now..."
-In a world where weapons rule, knowledge is true power. Chances are anyone could acquire weapons, however fixing them was a desired skill. Some would go great length to find repair specialists. The shop of one in particular was beginning to open. This shop belonged to a happy soul, however he held a burden. He was more than just a specialist, he was the best in the galaxy. His name, appropriately was Gazkit. There was no weapon or machine he couldn't fix. It was as if he could sense each piece individually and diagnose whats wrong. He looked the part, as he slid open his sheet metal doors. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, hid skin nearly chocolate in color. He wore a pair of denim overalls over a muscle shirt and long John's. He had goggled over his eyes as he began booting up his machines. He flipped his sign to open which put out an air wave to beacons. This meant business was sure to come, however many people sought him as well. His needed knowledge the desire of many smugglers. -
In the lush forests near the now abandoned castle babayaga, a young man searched. He was not of this planet, nor even this realm of existence. To many he was called a god, with good reason. However, nothing about his current motives were good. He was exploring the castle of the powerful witch lady arachne, and wanted the mystic items.
He was the god of luck and fortune, the entire concept of luck, fortune, risk,reward, circumstance, outcome, probability, all of it. He could will it to change and bend to his minds desires. After traversing the many lush forests he'd entered the stone fortress.
Inside he lit the wall torches, revealing his look. He was indeed handsome, despite a youthful look. He stood around six foot three inches tall, with long hair that hung to his waist. His hair a near chrome metallic silver color, his skin nearly chocolate in color. He wore his usual sleeveless hooded leather jacket over a muscle shirt, with loose fitting denim jeans. He left arm was adorned in a Zentangle tattoo sleeve that began on his pec and ended at his wrist.
The castle was empty but fairly clean, he knew he could at least use it as a strong Hold. He walked into the den, seeing a table still set. The massive bed of webbing at the back of the room. He scoffed.-"Psssh, this ain't so scary. Figured a witch would at least have a severed head in a jar."-H e said as he looked through the bookshelf. As he did a tiny spider walked onto his hand.-"Strange, how have you lived so long?"-H e said before sucking his teeth in annoyance as he was bitten.-
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06/30/2017 08:37 PM
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How i became The Crimson Beyonder
Posted: 06/29/2017
|  | | -The infinite beyond, a place where only one was all. A place where one man ,or being, was yhe very fabric of life. This being was gender fluid, could be an race, could be any form of matter. This place was where the event of a lifetime for many would occur, this no different. The very fabric of life would be rewritten.
The being first made himself known, appear as simple interstellar currents. He glided over universe 250z, one of the infinite within the multiverse. He as usual wasn't impressed, at least not immediately. He took note that there was no followed religion within this realm, scientific progress seemingly their motive. He seemed unmoved, until he spotted a healthy planet. It was closest to its yellow sun, and seemed to be at peace.
The being took form, first a more solid sheet of astral energy. Then he formed into a humanoid outline. From there, more detailed features appeared until he looked like a man. His hair curly and black, not long or short but in the middle. His skin sort of what is called olive skinned. Over his androgynous body, shining armor formed. Sure even he knew his shoulder pads were a bit much, but who cares? He ventured closer.-
"Wonder who rules this diamond in the dirt?"-He held up his palm, a rectangle opening before him. On it, A man in black. The Beyonder would smirk.-"Hmmm I must discuss."-He said aloud as he would transport the being before him. - |
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| | | It had been a regular day up until that point. A day where the transported being had been able to venture home. Being both from a close family, and a galactic defender, proved difficult. Moments like these were merely part of it. After all the man in black had been present during the infinite earth crisis, as well as being knowledgeable enough about multiuniversal travel. So being suddenly yanked from his home wasn't new but certainly an issue. But who was he exactly?
Let's take a steb back. First the planet the other being had found was Ivarstead, Ivarstead was universe 250z equivalent to Krypton. Unlike its counterpart, its residents had always known yellow sun. Their evolution reflected this as they were a tanner race with long, thick hair. These residents were called Ivarsteadians, and mostly they had order and peace. Only 2 wars, however invaders were dealt with soundly .
The governing bodies, all elected, were at the front of interplanetary trade. They also spearheaded the idea of crossing universes, both ideas thought initially ludicrous. The man suddenly pulled from his home was the son of the electorial family.
His name was Crimson Mokuzai. He was tall, nearly six foot three inches tall. His hair hung long to just past his waist, its color a near chrome metallic silver. He had just returned from his duties so he still wore his black spandex body suit, similar to super man's, no cape and his chest symbol meant unity. He had silver moon boot style boots with matching wrist cuffs. He also had a silver belt around his waist. His skin was tan, almost maroon in pigment. His eyes a bright cloudy grey.
He floated in space for a moment, holding his breath. He was unfamiliar with the shiny suit man before him. He managed to balace, still unsure of how or why he was here. He only hope to not suffocate.- |
| | Posted: 06/29/2017
| | | -The initial look of confusion gave way to a playful forehead tap.-"Oh right, slipped my mind."-The beyonder waved his hand slowly, creating a sphere of oxygen around the being he had brought to him. As the being would brrathe and recover, The Beyonder took in his visage. -
"What an impressive species, what is your people go by?"-As usual his need to understand lower life forms getting the best of him.- |
| | Posted: 06/29/2017
| | | -Crimson gasped for air within the sphere, he clutched his chest. He then stood to face the odd being who dragged him out to space It looked like a human man, however not many humans could do this. Crimson didn't recognize the features.-"I am what is called an Ivarsteadian, from that humble planet behind us. I assume you know that's where I'm from, you must be who brought me here."-Crimson looked over this odd being, he wasn't sure what to make of this.-"Why did you drag me here, nearly suffocate me and now interrogate me?"-he inquired given he deserved answers.- |
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| | | -The beyonder watched the man before him gasp for air. He studied him as he got to his feet, intrigued by his appearance. As expected the man was rather surprised to be pulled from hia planet, stating his species name as he spoke.-"I see."-He chuckled as the man asked him why he did all of this. -"To learn, i wanted to know what your people were. So let us look shall we?"-He palmed Crimson's forehead suddenly and all his knowledge poured into the beyonder. He smirked learning what Crimson knew.-"Hmmmm so you're like that pompous hero. Let me guess you have some crazy morals you hold to?"-He said mockingly .- |
| | Posted: 06/30/2017
| | | -Crimson was taken aback by having his forehead grasped. He would've argued had he not suddenly been dazed. He felt his mind being skimmed through and his knowledge being shared with the other being. As he was released, he became angered.-"Firstly, How dare you treat my mind as a magazine? Secondly you didn't answer me!"-Crimson said as he'd c*ck his fist back and attempt a powered punch to the beyonder.- |
| | Posted: 06/30/2017
| | | -The knowledge, such a sweet nectar. This beings ways, history and mannerisms flooding his mind. He was impressed almost in awe. Such amazing people, so powerful with just a yellow sun. As he released himsel from the Ivarsteadians mind, he was angered. The punch coming from nowhere.
The Beyonder was knocked off guard, flying back a few feet. He rubbed his jaw for a moment before smirking. -"So you think you can handle my power? I'll show you what you're playing with."-He said before flying to Crimson and returning a punch of his own. The punch aimed for the jaw, matching the strength of the Ivarsteadian.- |
| | Posted: 06/30/2017
| | | -To say he had expected a different turn out was an understatement. Crimson had expected to flatten this being, however he recovered. Then came rebound, the punch shocking him ad he was sent back. He regained his composure before gritting his teeth.-"Fine looks like we see who's power wins."-At that he took in a deep breath before exhaling his frost breath towards the Beyonder. This hopefully would freeze him in place.- |
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| | | -After his punch the beyonder thought he made his point. As his foe went back he chucked. -"Hell why not?"-He said waving a hand making sure his foe could breathe. Sometjing he hadn't expected came next, a sudden gust.-"What's this now?"-He saw the wave coming at him, he yawned simply forminf a forcefield and blocking it.-"Come now you can do better."-He said before clapsing his palms together. He pulled them appart causing an orb of energy to form. The threw the orn towards Crimson hoping to damage him greatly. -"Let's see you withstand this head on." |
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| | | -Crimson immediately gasped as his sphere vanished. He felt cool oxygen as he did, prompting disbelief.-"Air in space?"-He didn't have time to worry as he spotted the massive energy orb. It wasn't huge but you could feel the immense power within it. He knew just blocking was a bad plan, however he couldn't power it back. His best bet was to out fly it,his sped evident as he took off. The sonic boom created was immense, the sound audible even in space. He managed to fly out and around the orb, before rocketing back towards the Beyonder. This time he force gust, clapping his hands loudly. This not only would cause temporary hearing loss but the gust would jar the beyonder on impact.- |
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| | | -The Beyonder made a mental note that speed was a big deal. The sonic boom impressive as the Ivarsteadian roared off, leaving the orb in the dust. Almost as fast he was coming back, the beyonder laughing as he made a pulling motion with both hands. The orb changing trajectory and heading back towards Crimson. To be fair he was indeed hit and disoriented from the clap. The sound nearly cracking his teeth as he felt the jarring impact. Still he tried to focus, willing the orb back towards them and Crimson in particular.- |
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| | | -Crimson was known to get over confident, it happened when you had all that power, plus looks and brains to do something with it. On one side he could brag he had at least impacted a being that was supposedly a humanoid phoenix force, on the other side he'd been careless. The orb coming back was a surprise, hitting his back suddenly. The impact like an Ivarsteadian weapon, the pain surging through him. Crimson may have been doing well, but now the tables could turn. He tried his best to heal up, however when faced with that kind of power, he needed time. That was his big hang up as he knew the beyonder wouldn't just stand and let him heal. He groaned as he tried to regain vertical base.- |
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| | | -As the orb hit Crimson the Beyonder chuckled, his confidence rising. He knew now Crimson had felt real power and that was a molecule compared to what he could do.-"Fool!"-He said healing himself almost in the blink of an eye.-"I am The Beyonder, there is nothing I can not do. There is no power I can not hold, no dream I can't make real. Hmmmm now watch me as I burn you alive."-He said laughing evilly as he glowed red. The glow got more and more intense as he transformed to a red sun. -"So close to my surface, you'll be a dried red tomato when Im done. Now suffer!"-He said as he glowed fiercly, attempting to depower Crimson to the point he dried to dust. - |
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| | | -The heat was what made him come to, the bright burning star no more than feet from him. He shielded his eyes as he faced his foe. The red star bearing down on him, this looked like the end However it was not, Ivarsteadians were not carbon copies. Meaning there were differences between him and Kal. One major one was anu star could do what a yellow sun did. This meant the beyonder was not only not harming him, but handing him a fuel source.-"Jesus, the whole thing? This will go down in history. "-Crimson relaxed as his body began absorbing tje solar rays, he healed his wounds as he felt himself more. He only increased his absorption rate once regaining his composure, it wasn't just the solar energy either. The energy of the Beyonder hit him too, as knowledge of the past and present flooded his mind.-"I think you'll find, with a name like Crimson, red is my color!"-He said as more energy flowed into him. - |
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| | | -At first all of this seemed to be working out as planned. The burning red sun bearing down on Crimson. The Beyonder feeling as if unstoppable. He was going to weaken Crimson then finish him off.
Or so he would've thought, he had miscalculated. By becoming a red sun, he'd become a star. Evidently that meant he was now an energy source for his foe.-"What? How can you...?"-He uttered surprised as He felt himself being pulled in. His own energy as well as the star's energy leaving him.-"No, not like this! Aaaaaaagh!"-He said as he felt more of his energy being pulled into him from Crimson.- |
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| | | -Crimson was in full control now, all the past and current knowledge flooding his mind. He was now able to use the Beyonders energy to will more energy to him, increasing his absorption rate further.-"Looks like you can't assume all are the same. I can absorb energy from any star, including manifested ones. "-His absorption rate was high, soon he'd have taken near 99% of the Beyonder. All that he left was a single sphere of energy. -"Look at you, reduced to a speck. Hmmmm I can sense your home realm, it is empty. I banish you from whence you came."-He waved his palm and the Beyonder would be sent back to his realm. Crimson would now stand as the new Beyonder to his realm. The new, improved version. The Crimson Beyonder.- |
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| | | -The Beyonder was beaten, had he transformed back he'd have been ripped into energy bits. Interrupting would've caused a rupture in the fabric of space. He was trapped, jid energy drained to near nothing, he had to reform. Left as merely a sphere of energy he wss forced to take his banishment. He was returned to the beyonder realm to repower, forced to rule in stasis. This meant he had to recognize Crimson as the current beyonder as well.-
[ALL DONE CRIMSON IS THE WINNER. PLEASE HOLD DELETION FOR POST BLOGGING.] |
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06/27/2017 01:09 PM
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Cuz good writing
| Posted: 05/26/2017
| | | -It wasn't in this man's blood to judge anyone by their species or race. Not when he himself hailed from an outlier universe, cast similarly to the known earth and universe of DC. His home world was scientifically advanced, religion becoming outdated fiction. Without it, advancement through research and facts lead them forth to prosperity. His home planet was called Ivarstead, it was his universe's Krypton. He was called an Ivarsteadian, his kind evolving differently. They were darker from yellow sun energy absorption, their planet closest to the sun in its solar system. Also they were usually a beat stronger than most kryptonians.
His home planet had been attacked, and gone to war before. Hell they even had a general Zodd type dictator attempt to take over, he was soundly beaten as no one would allow killing off species for the sake of scientific breakthrough. This time was different, the precision and malice clearly personal. Whoever had attacked the royal city had clearly known his targets. The actual royals were on diplomatic business, and the royal elite had been thinned due to aid in other countries. Therefore the royal city hadn't been properly protected and left open. Whoever had done this struck with a killer instinct, and certainly knew what to attack. The motive wasn't clear until after Crimson had returned, this was treason. Someone had to let the mutant in, and that was where the anger came from.
Crimson Mokuzai was the royal son, the only child of the planets royal couple. He was always a bit eager, learning he could lift exponentially more than his weight as a small child. As he grew older, he harnessed his abilities as well as becoming more alert and disciplined. Much like other universe's, Crimson became a hero similar to Kal-el aka Superman. He however could visit his home off and on, to give reports or at least make sure his parents knew he was safe. He was a tall man, standing six foot three inches tall. His hair to his waist, its color a near chrome metallic silver. Of course, like many before him, he wore a spandex body suit. It was black and clung to his muscular body, from afar he'd look scuplted from onyx . On his wrists were silver colored wrist guards, his boots the same color. And of course, a sewn in chest plate. However his was the symbol of unity, his hand pressing to it as he reached earth.
How did he know this was the place? Witnesses and multiverse research, by comparing the description to a mass multiverse database, you could find the culprit. Numerous people of earth prime matched, the work and description to the T. In his mind he knew this could be a frame job, he also knew some mutants were prone to destruction. As he lowered himself first through the many levels of earths orbit, he pondered what he may find. The planet was lovely, if not clearly polluted by enviromental unawareness. After breaking the atmosphere, the clouds circled him like a tornado before he was past them. He knew he'd draw attention but he knew he needed answers. So anyone who attacked was sure to be at least able to help him find the mutant he was seeking. He came to rest on a radio tower, standing atop the pointed needle. He stood on it waiting to see who or what may suddenly attack or at least question his arrival.- |
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04/20/2017 07:23 PM
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That time I stopped the angels jusy by showing up
They were free. Those horrid monsters had managed to let themselves out of the higher realm and into the mortal multi verse. This was a disgusting turn of events , those of this immaculate world looked down in the mechs. This world one reveled upon by the inhabitants. This was universe 250z, a world devoted to advancement of science. Of course there was an earth 250z, called Othello. There was also a Krypton 250z, called Ivarstead. There the Ivarsteadians flourished as a divine race. They had the distinct advantage of their planet being closest to the sun.
They were a tan race, all the complexion of red clay. There was the normal set up of hierarchy. Elections, schools, science, politics, war, and regular to exclusive rights. One of those was combat training, obviously anyone could fight. But none were as disciplined as those who were in the Academy for gifted elite. They were highly disciplined and schooled in a multitude of styles, able to defend their home at a moment's notice. One such man was getting a call none wanted.
The only son of the electorial family was a specimen of a man. He stood six foot 3 inches tall, a muscular build sculpted from marble. His hair long to just past his belt line, it's color a near chrome metallic silver. His skin nearly maroon from his drawing energy from the sun, also from other stars whild traversing the galaxy. His outfit was something you'd expect from a justice league spin off. Black, tight to his muscles. Grey metal forearm guards, strapped under. His boots the same with straps up the side. His eyes looked like any humanoid, but red rather than blue or brown. He glided to the negotiation room before landing and entering on foot.
He wasn't greeted by his parents, no doubt solving a taxation issue. Instead the elected advisors met him with concerned looks.-"Who died gentlemen, I've seen graveyards less grim."-He chided as he stepped to the middle of the room. They all sucked their teeth, it wasn't funny to them.-"They got loose sir..."
"They you say, as in them?"-He said clearly giving this man a hard time, Crimson made light of everything. -"Sir the angels have come, the multiverses need you to intervene. "-One of them blurted out, not amused by Crimson's approach to the situation. Crimson turned to him, he smirked before turning to the door. He scoffed as he opened the door.- "You all are a bunch of kill joys, but yeah I'll handle it."-At that he left before walking back down the long hall, he turned left at the end before walking to a set of doors. He opened them to a balcony before taking off and flying into space towards where the angels had come.-
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06/18/2016 03:09 PM
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bad ass genjutsu
- As Crimson's opponent began his forward momentum, Crimson made solid eye contact. Upon doing so, a loud heart beat sound occurred. From there a graphic scene of a third eye opening in the opponents head would play out, their eyed rolled into their head. First it was silent, silent enough to hear blood pumping. The mental prison seemingly an empty black abyss, then the single red eye of the ten tails opened and cast it's glare on the opponent.-"She wanted so bad to meet you...."-Crimson would be heard saying. He then said.-"Here name....is Juubi. We are one, one controls all here........perish!"-The hideous beasts screech would echo throughout the mental prison as the opponent was suddenly impaled by multiple wood skewers. Each skewer lifting them up until the final 3 swirled closed above Crimson. He would watch as the 8 point star in his eyes would rotate one before stopping making a locking sound. It was synchronized with him looking up at his opponent be punctured by the wood. The roots locking close leaving only dark and the image of Crimson's eye looking upward. Meanwhile on the physical plane, the opponents body had gone limp and foam poured from their mouth as they dropped to the ground.-
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06/10/2016 09:08 PM
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Shattered Heaven
Crimson was more than likely going to catch some hell for this next move, but it had been long enough. He didn't want to wait any longer , it was time he'd made his mark on this battle, on this entire village. He needed time and a good vantage point, he needed to charge his chakra. He did as he began moving carefully in the alleys, making sure he wasn't �spotted as he found a vantage point. He climbed a ladder, the roof of this building high off the ground. Once up there he was able to see the entire village, he blinked his Rinnegan eyes deliberately to enhance his vision. He was able to see his lord's chakra signature as well as that of the female leader of the leaf. Another more villainous aura intertwined in battle with theirs, Crimson turned his head to the left. Further away there were more signatures approaching , more people to witness his grand jutsu. He had charged his chakra as best he could for this move now it had to begin. -� " Good lord Orochimaru forgive my hurried manner, but the time has come!"-From there Crimson began his process. The eight point star in the center of his eyes rotated once, making a locking sound effect as they stopped. Then began the array of hand symbols , �the sound of cracking to skin occurring with each connection of hands. He finished by clasping his palms togther.-"Now witness the power of the great Jackal.....divine power."-He made a small tugging motion with his hands.-"Shattered heaven.....let's see them save their village now!"-Crimson would like upwards almost as if he'd been swindled, then came the sickening grin. His tongue hanging from the left side of his mouth. From above, the destruction was coming. The rumbling sound increasing from the sky, the very ground shaling.- -In the sky above the village, the clouds would part abruptly. From the now divided cover came the impending destruction. It was a well crafted sphere, near perfect aside from it's cracked surface. In terms of size it was roughly about a third the size of the moon, and it was rapidly gaining speed as it became entangled in the planets gravitational pull. This was only the tip of the iceberg, and let's just say titanic was a good description of the following play out. One if nothing managed to stop this meteor it would crash into the leaf causing unimaginable destruction. The likelihood of anyone not getting hurt at all was miniscule. Then came the kick to the nuts after you're already down. Crimson looked up again.-"Sh*t.....catch!"-The first meteor was nothing to the next one. A true behemoth the size of the moon plummeting after the first. Okay here is how this can all play out fairly. One if the first one hit and the second one hit after, there was a good chance the sound had literally taken out the leaf in one shot given the range and after shock of impact. If anyone was able to counter the first they were still left deciding on the larger one as well, although it wasn't impossible. �If one person took the impact for the village they were dead like all the good musicians on 2016, if there any direct hits you need some reanimation in your life. If this was all somehow stopped entirely as in both meteors go poof, Crimson would sit Indian style with his fist testing against his cheek ,much like Madara.-"Well......f*** you too."-He'd chuckled waiting for the result of all this.-
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11/19/2013 06:16 PM
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God father story
Why the hell not every kid needs a bad influence in their life, makes men out of them. Mine was a strange Scotsman who always had a jug on his hips. He told me "Sonny when you get older make sure you leave a lasting impression. Be weird, be free, be a pig, don't regret shit" Now picture all that with a Scottish accent. I fell down laughing but hell I loved that old lush, Ironically he cleaned up and ended up dying bye slipping on frozen molasses. That was what was in the jug the whole time, He was drunk just basically sugar rushed -shrugs-
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