Post by atlasttrulyaghost on Oct 13, 2008 7:41:53 GMT -5
Is To Declare All-Out War Upon One's Psyche
'Part One'
Taupe gnats in unfriendly skies, orange flowers blossoming along it's hull and rear engines, pulsating throbs of purple motion ripping it's insides apart, a fiery hell of emotions, blood, and turmoil raging within. The now ruined airship, Toast, was plummeting through the sky at an uncontrollable speed, tumbling as it spun and finally plowing into the Void, explosions rippling apart the ground in it's wake, using an earthquake to explain it would be a horrible understatement.
And like that the ship vanished into self-carried sorrow. It's crew, an assessment of thirty-two people from various parts of the void and beyond, broke through vents, doors, holds, and with some, even walls, to escape death by the promptu explosion.
Fresh blood coated Avori's face, he couldn't see but he sensed the presence of another, someone driven mad by the brawl's siren call, and immediately concentrated a field of telekinetic energy around them, the field trapped them, grabbed them by their waists, and tossed them back at the Toast, they crashed through the hull and thrashed through forests of smoldering metal.
He tried to stand, but Block's superior weight smashed into his back, forcing him face-first into the dirt. Block's thrower, Silvertongue, grinned and lunged, snatching Avori and wielding his battered form like a mace. He spun and thrashed against the group around him, Ghost and Travis flew as Avori connected, his telekinetic body shield was like a missile to the spine.
It ended, and he tossed Avori, but not before the discarded Block rammed into his back, ironically knocking the short dragon down to his knees. He searched for block, right before a fireball collided with his temples, harpooning him into unconsciousness. Chortle, whirled, manifesting a flame "windshield" that scorched FAB, Traveler's afterimage, and many others who were drawn from their own individual battles.
"Ha!" Deus screamed, running through Chortle's fire as though nothing had even been there. The small hole she had punched through closed before any other could enter, and for the next few seconds, Chortle and Deus Magma were locked in melee, each blow exchanged an elemental kick, their flames danced along each other's body, but were nothing more than a tickle due to their natural attributes.
He saw his opening, she had crouched and rotated to sweep under him, and as she missed, he stomped his foot where her head should have been. Fire singed his throat, and from where she had disappeared, only her leg, kneeling on the flaming Void, remained, the rest of her body was against his, her arm wrapped around his neck.
"What the-!?" the panicked, the air around him heated to perishable temperatures.
"Time to die." she whispered. True to form, more flames cut out from the Void, a tornado of flame orbited the two in a nightmarish embrace, the outside brawlers retreated whilst throwing their own devices and insults at each other, further provoking more brawling as soon as they exited the vicinity.
"We'll be at this forever." he whispered back. "I'm a demon from the Sixth Circle, you can't do anything to me."
She ignored him, and the tornado gradually changed to a static blue. Chortle's eyes widened, Deus jerked her head toward his face to show him what could have been a pleasurable grin, but the flames surrounding her crimson skin made it impossible to decipher. To match the tornado, her cheeks and hair glowed a furious blue, sweat raced down the demon's brow as he witnessed the tornado glow white. Everything seemed to haze...
To those on the outside, the brawling had never ended. Time within the tornado had frozen, but to Cursor, the floating mouse avatar he was, minutes of stabbing people in the chests and causing severe lung trauma brought much joy.
A fierce channel of soundwaves cracked open Cursor's shell, he shattered and sprinkled across the ground, no longer operable. Guitar Hero Stick sped across the battle ground, but unknown to him, a pink abomination was hot on his tail.
WHOOSH. Flight appeared from underneath him, smiling genuinely, before flying underneath the transparent guitar. His flight speed easily outmatched Guitar Hero Stick, and he latched on to the two golden rings that represented the hollow guitar's existence, snatching the bewildered GH Stick by his ankle, and forcing him down, yanking him from the cockpit of his guitar. The moment he fell from it, the guitar vanished, and a mass of pink energy erased both of them from existence, every last flake of skin obliterated.
--
"This is insane." Momentum Man, Ghost's second-hand-man and best friend, whispered. Both Ghost and himself had taken the smart choice of action and remained in the Security Room of the Toast, the room farthest away from any of the potentially explosive compartments of the giant-sized toaster and with enough plating to survive a Pearl Harbor scenario.
"That's why we're going to let it play out." Ghost responded, digging through what remained of his command deck for something, something still operational, "I may not have crashed the Toast on purpose, but Fate has dealt me a good hand. We can use this to weed out the weaklings, my army must be the best of the best if we're going to take over the Brawl."
"Ghost. Do you really think we can overthrow the UBA? I mean, what drove you to this? When I first met you, you were such a fun-loving guy."
"Well Mome, all fun has to come to an end. Otherwise it gets boring." Ghost winked behind his goggles, not that Mome could actually tell due to their polarized glass.
"Nonetheless. What the hell hit us?"
Ghost chuckled, standing up from the amalgamation of busted machine, tangled wires, and melted alloy. "I don't know what it was, but I like to think that it was SUPPOSED to hit us. The only thing that bothers me is..."
"-It should have hit us at a better time."
FWSSSSHHWWWWIIIIIUUUUUUUU!!!!!
A column of white flame rose into the sky, poking at the sky before twitching uncomfortably, belching an unknown figure, and dying. A red figure, with bright red skin and a hellish complexion, plummeted from the sky, no savior in sight. Mome shut his eyes and looked away as it finally collided with the void, splattering into pieces.
"What the hell was that!? Was that...Deus?"
Ghost held his listless, uncaring face. It was something he pulled off rather well, when he wanted to be, "She wasn't worthy. A pity. I liked her attitude."
"She saved you life, you bastard!"
"And I saved hers. My debt's repaid'." he answered coldly.
--
Chortle emerged from the crater, he didn't have time to see exactly WHERE Deus had fallen after her misguided attack, as two extremely long legs narrowed down on him, Giant Guy had appeared, and not far below him, Colonel Odin with his unanimously bad stench.
He tucked under Giant Guy's fanciful feet, barreling into Odin who screamed as fire teased his nipples. Two-Bit intervened, flying between the two and flapping his wings angrily, shedding the electricity they carried. Bubbles formed on Chortle's skin, but he was otherwise unscathed. Odin, on the other hand, was overcome with nausea.
"Oh god-" Giant Guy whispered, throwing his arms up in front of his face.
PF-PF-POP-BRSHRRM!!!
Colonel Odin farted, the resulting explosion eradicated his opponents in a fiery green blast. Giant Guy was toppled, both of his legs now waterfalls of blood as he fell in agony. Odin was the only one unscathed, and he moseyed across the long field of greenish-black void, searching for more opponents.
A red hole opened in the ground, from it, Traveler emerged, with his partner, G.A.U, and Portable, wearing his battle-customized teleportation suit. They had formed a truce, and as such, were attempting an escape from the inevitable genocide.
A giant foot overshadowed them. G.A.U reacted immediately, expanding to an incredible length and covering Traveler and Portable who could only stare in amazement. G.A.U had transformed into a giant, black thumbtack, the giant foot stomped on his head full force, and immediately rose as the pain shot through it's nerves, G.A.U went with him.
Traveler raised a hand at G.A.U, the techno organic substance replied and deformed, collapsing into a more compact gel and covering Traveler's hand. The scientist's hand then became an RPG Launcher. Portable ducked, the force of he three shots pushed Traveler back, but G.A.U's bond with his arm kept him upright. The "grenades" slugged through the air, splattering against Tortilla's shin as he bounced up and down with a large hole in his foot.
That was minimum damage, as the three grenades detonate in a white explosion, Tortilla's tortured yell rocked the void beneath the three as he collapsed onto his back, rolling around with his hand on his knee, the sections beneath it blown off and a mild, blood-splattered half of bone stuck out to the deathly air.
--
The violent tremors that ensued were a warning to the events happening miles outside of Brawl City. Senators fruitlessly raced to their positions of power like cattle to their pen if a wolf was heard from across the nearby hill, they scattered like rats the minute the word "action" crossed Balto's lips. Who knows how close to a PROMISE that may have been.
"Are you INSANE." spoke aloud Senator Violet, a proud representative for Brawler Healthcare and the like.
Balto's cabinet of trusted advisers, from left to right: A man with messy dark blue hair and an unkempt shadow, a woman with a green hat and a green-red patterned kilt, a teenager with a taupe grey t-shirt and denim jeans, a man with striking black eyes and a nasty curl to his smile, a man in a red business suit, his cheeks glowing a very puffy cherry, another with a guitar in his lap, strumming it softly to produce the quietest sound during the meeting, and two empty chairs with the name labels "Trinidex" and "Swordkill"; All huddled in closer as Balto heeded them.
"Please allow me and my cabinet a moment to further discuss these current events." Balto stated, leaving most of the Senators there with a huffed expression. No one liked to be kept waiting.
"Balto, just send me and McJesus there and we'll handle it. Besides, he's looking a little...flushedanyway. Fresh air will do him some good."
"Shut. Up. Asshole." the flustered man, minus a halo during private meetings such as these, mumbled to deaf ears.
"As easy as that sounds, I am already under heat from the Senate for launching a rushed counteraction on the Illidonites that had taken over the Cavern Outpost. I can't just send two moderators and a few troops out like wood to the fire, and I'm concerned for your own safety just as well."
The Cabinet nodded, most reluctantly but understanding Balto's qualms. The War On Illidon, and his subsequent followers, Illidonites, who had taken up a profound belief in Illidonism, basic terrorist activities, had put Balto in a very rough position within the Senate. His hasty, although successfully rash actions with the Brawler Reserves as well as a few unauthorized, again successful military operations had already cost him the future position of President. He was what the Void's citizens needed to make the Brawl a happy, fair, and overall entertaining place.
And that was EXACTLY what the Senate didn't want.
If THEY'RE people were happy, what need was there for a group of old and young smart people to form laws and doctrines restricting THEIR lives without applying to their OWN. The sudden departure of Ghost's ENTIRE army, the withdrawal of the first airship to ever be built for Brawl purposes, and the possibly constituent explosions outside of the city.
Balto rubbed his chin, in that kind of proffessional way that makes you realize he or she knows what's up and that's something screwy. They all linked up to perfectly...
--
The hull was ruptured, that was obvious to what few remained inside. Ghost and Mome covered their heads as blocks of tiny metal and hull bits rained down on them, red bolts incinerated the closest debris into ash while Mome simply vibrated, rendering him immune to injury by simply reflecting the rubble.
Fascinatingly Animate Body crashed through the Toast, bouncing through the Security Room and out, his pink blood spraying around the room and outside as anonymous forces burrowed into him, smashing him through windows, quarters, and rooms until finally he reached a white expanse, a field where battle had not yet taken place. Henry laughed evilly, beating into FAB mercilessly, vanishing and reappearing in front of him, slamming him down with an elbow.
Roy screamed as FAB fell on him. He transformed back into Sticky, but even the strength of a stick figure could not budge him. The pink abomination reformed his face, blind with rage as a black figure slammed into him, Roy hacked up blood as the pressure tormented him, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, right before FAB detonated, pink energy splattering across the field and painting that side of the Toast.
He collected himself, taking up a new form in which his legs were now multiple tentacles, ready to rip apart the very next thing he spotted. But to his awe, the Legendary Super Saiyan was floating before him, arms across his chest, obviously dissatisfied with FAB's attack.
"Grrr....HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE."
"Look, I understand if you don't want to take this seriously, but whether you fight at full power or not, I'm going to kill you-HAAA!!!!" Henry raised three of his left hands, emitting a trio of emerald spheres. They dispersed and circled around FAB, the energy swirled him and he could feel lightning itself stab his abdomen.
CHRLK-CRSHLAAAOOOW!!!!
--
It had become a rhythm by this point.
He was expecting it. First a huge column of fire, then explosion. Then some ruptures in the hull and one or two or his former employees flying through the sides of the ship or an outside hallway, then a couple more explosions before another catastrophic event. The White Void, for at least a mile outward, had become an amalgamation of black, pink, and green. The medium was red, the bodies of those he had once seen as "dependable" littered the area around his airship.
The line of "friend" and "foe" was so blurred it, from a bystander's point of view, was a misnomer to say there had ever been one. A mish-mash of ash, mist, and wind seemed to pacify Ghost. Mome, on the other hand, was disgusted with the massacre, and was quietly working at one of the few surviving stations of the command deck.
"Any bets?" Ghost asked sarcastically.
"You're sick, man."
"Don't tell me you LOVED her. I mean, she was MADE of FIRE. I might have hooked her up with Chortle but...well, you know what happened."
"Shut up." Mome replied, voice harsh and bear-like.
FSP-PRRASSSHWWROOOO!!!!
A form crashed into the Command Deck, the number of holes form before had already exceeded Ghost's attention. But this time, the force of the attack had left this Brawler quite alive, for he was fortunately stopped by a staircase, blood trickling down his nape. His arms were shredded, but the purple gel it was made of easily regenerated. The other arm, however, seemed to come alive. It died shortly after, melting into a pool of misshapen blood.
"Roman." Ghost greeted him.
The android spat at him, attempting to double his size but failing. He shook, but the claws on his feet were badly damaged and his entire body reverberated as if he were being electrocuted, considering the situation Ghost wasn't far off from believing that he was. He knelt by Roman's side, careful to avoid the purple arm, and met the silvery "eyes" of the android.
"I may have some use for you."
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