Post by Claire Redfield on Mar 19, 2014 14:28:33 GMT -8
"You disgust me." Vergil walked away as both halves of Carnage peeled from one another. One half flopped onto the roof, spasming into a spreading pool of blood. The other toppled and crashed through a skylight, falling into the darkness below. Vergil didn't spare a look or even a thought back as he leaped from the roof.
Dark clouds swirled overhead, a vortex spinning around the full moon. Faces roiled and melted away in the clouds, lightning darting as tongues from their gaping mouths. Something big was happening tonight; Vergil could feel it. The barrier between worlds grows weak. What is the driving force behind this? Mundus, have you also returned?
The right half of Carnage's body lay amid several broken crates. The symbiote, mortally wounded, tried to crawl away from his body, its form too protean now to have any strength. Cletus Kasady's eye blinked. His brain, perfectly sliced in two, had yet to fully register, even as his life force faded away, that he was dying.
Most unceremoniously, at that. You went out like a punk, Kasady.
The voice wasn't his. Kasady's eye looked around, tried to blink away the blood.
Like a punk. A nothing. Is that what you want? You wanna die here, nothing more than a glorified pile of pizza toppings?
Kasady gurgled. His bulging eye searched and searched, but the only thing that lay nearby was a mask—a rather horrific-looking bone mask, but that's all.
Tell you what: I can give you a second chance. You can get your revenge, I can have mine, and best of all you don't have to die. Your thirst for carnage is something I can appreciate. I can give you the strength to really splatter some bitches. What do you say?
Kasady somehow reached out with a trembling hand. The symbiote coiled red and black around his arm, gave him the strength he needed to touch the mask, and as soon as he did, the feeling was electric.
Atta boy, Kasady! You're about to make the best decision of your life. Now, let's go earn this shit an 'M' rating!
Slowly, Kasady raised the mask to his face.
He stood in the street, looking up at the maelstrom above. He felt it, too, the fraying of walls between worlds. Something truly evil and powerful sought to rip its way into this world. Oni welcomed the challenge. There were none left in this city for him to slay. After he destroyed whatever sought entrance into the mortal world, he would ascend unto Heaven and tear its very foundations down.
No strong opponents left in the city... except one.
Oni turned and fixed his gaze upon the youth standing atop the nearby toy store. A white-haired young man in a red coat, bearing a large sword, with twin pistols holstered at his sides. Oni sniffed the air. "You have the scent of demon's blood about you, boy."
Dante shook his head. "Me? Damn it, I knew I should have switched from Iblis for Men." He shrugged. "I'm sure I can find a clothespin for your nose. Or maybe I can just break it. Might pretty you up a bit, 'cause damn."
Oni stomped his foot down hard, splintering the road, taking a fighting stance. "I am the Destroyer of Heaven, boy. One of Hell's cast-off spawn is nothing against my power."
The smirk left Dante's face. "Believe me, handsome guy, I've had my fill of you demon types trying to destroy this world. If I have to go through you to stop this cataclysm, then I will."
Oni grinned a fanged smile. "Show me your power, hell-child. I want a warm-up before I tear this world asunder!"
Sir Dan blinked. Or tried to. The effort was hampered by lacking an eyelid. His one good eye rolled around in the socket, trying to shake off the dust. He found himself in a glass cabinet, surrounded by placards and stands and cabinets. A museum. He'd seen one before, whenever... whenever it was that he'd fought Palethorn in England. It could have been one year ago or a hundred, for all Dan knew.
Thankfully, at least his sword and shield were with him this time. He grabbed them, bones creaking, and smashed his way out of the cabinet. Then he felt it, some kind of coldness that seeped into his very bones, a feeling of danger and terror permeating the air. Somewhere outside, an evil force was gathering. At least he knew why he came back.
"Oh, brother!" he said. Only without a bottom jaw, it sounded more like "Mmf mrrffr!"
Sir Dan couldn't spare a moment to admire the other exhibits. He left the museum as soon as he found the doors. As soon as he stepped into the street, the feeling intensified and he saw the storm. It was some truly immense dark power threatening to crack reality itself; he could see into some other, horrific world through the cracks in the sky. Sir Dan's jaw fell... or would have, if he still had one.
No way was the knight of Gallowmere prepared to face against such monumental evil. Yet he hefted his shield high, tightened his grip on his sword and set out on the long and lonely road. The buildings were unfamiliar, but as a whole the city resembled England as he'd known it back in 1833.
At a crossroads before him was a pile of smoking bodies, and beside it stood a slender, hooded figure cloaked in blue and white. The cloaked one turned to face him as he approached, preparing for the worst. She threw her hood back, revealing a woman with long, honey-colored hair, a scepter tipped with a glowing orb in her hands. "At last!" she cried. "At last, Dracula's minions have revealed themselves! You shall find naught but fire and death here, skeleton!"
Dan's one eye widened in the socket as fire wreathed the witch's hands, her face a scowl of fury.
"It's happening again." Alicia brushed a lock of dark hair from her eyes. "Just like before. The demons are taking over this city, too. Trying to summon one of their lords." She looked up at the storm and felt her heart sink. After all the work she'd gone through to restore the breach in the dimensional barrier, it was happening again and threatening to flood the world with demons. Well, Alicia, you'd better get moving. If you fail here, the world is lost.
Slinging her Gun Rod over her shoulder, Alicia jogged down the street, ignoring the derelict cars... some of which still had hunched shapes within. She tried her best not to think about the families, the children, everyone who had suffered. It was in vain; Alicia could sense the despair lingering over the place, the anguish of lives stolen before their time, of futility and pain before untimely demise. It weighed heavily on her. So heavily that she didn't notice the approaching power until it was nearly too late.
He stood before her, in an intersection, illumined by a street light. Long brown hair, long coat, whip coiled at his side. His eyes never left hers. She felt an awful power about him, a heat and pressure, and a faint glow around him that only her eyes could see.
"You have gone far enough, witch," he said. "Return to your master and tell him Trevor Belmont has come. I will strike him down once more, before he casts his dark shadow over this world."
Alicia put one hand on her hip and walked in a wide circle around the man. "Well, Trevor, I don't know what exactly you're talking about or where you come from. I serve no master but myself, and I don't know who you're talking about."
"Seek not to deceive me, witch. I've neither the time nor the patience for games. The dark lord awaits my wrath."
She smiled. He was a lively one. "Like I said, I'm not deceiving you." Alicia pointed to the maelstrom raging above them, a funnel at its center descending toward the heart of the city with each passing hour. "That's why I'm here. Whatever's going on there, if it succeeds, will tear apart this world in a flood of demons and death."
"This I know. It is why I am here, empowered by the Lord to cast down such evils. But I can feel the darkness within you. Do you truly oppose the darkness without? 'Twould not be the first time I have encountered those who turn fell magics against Dracula and his ilk."
"Dracula? I don't know about that. Whoever's responsible for this must be stopped. Otherwise, our whole world is gone. I can't allow that to happen again."
Trevor considered her words. "Then it seems we fight for the same cause. I feel you are telling me the truth. Let us go together, and combine our power against this enemy. Perhaps we will find my wife along the way. I've a feeling her magic will be sorely needed before this is over."
Alicia laughed. "Fine, then. You're a weird cookie, Trevor Belmont, but I suppose a bunch of people would say the same about me. Alright, let's go. I can feel that you have some kind of power, yourself, and I'm gonna need all the help I can get."
Together, they set off to find the one responsible for the demonic incursion.
Dark clouds swirled overhead, a vortex spinning around the full moon. Faces roiled and melted away in the clouds, lightning darting as tongues from their gaping mouths. Something big was happening tonight; Vergil could feel it. The barrier between worlds grows weak. What is the driving force behind this? Mundus, have you also returned?
_______________________
The right half of Carnage's body lay amid several broken crates. The symbiote, mortally wounded, tried to crawl away from his body, its form too protean now to have any strength. Cletus Kasady's eye blinked. His brain, perfectly sliced in two, had yet to fully register, even as his life force faded away, that he was dying.
Most unceremoniously, at that. You went out like a punk, Kasady.
The voice wasn't his. Kasady's eye looked around, tried to blink away the blood.
Like a punk. A nothing. Is that what you want? You wanna die here, nothing more than a glorified pile of pizza toppings?
Kasady gurgled. His bulging eye searched and searched, but the only thing that lay nearby was a mask—a rather horrific-looking bone mask, but that's all.
Tell you what: I can give you a second chance. You can get your revenge, I can have mine, and best of all you don't have to die. Your thirst for carnage is something I can appreciate. I can give you the strength to really splatter some bitches. What do you say?
Kasady somehow reached out with a trembling hand. The symbiote coiled red and black around his arm, gave him the strength he needed to touch the mask, and as soon as he did, the feeling was electric.
Atta boy, Kasady! You're about to make the best decision of your life. Now, let's go earn this shit an 'M' rating!
Slowly, Kasady raised the mask to his face.
_______________________
He stood in the street, looking up at the maelstrom above. He felt it, too, the fraying of walls between worlds. Something truly evil and powerful sought to rip its way into this world. Oni welcomed the challenge. There were none left in this city for him to slay. After he destroyed whatever sought entrance into the mortal world, he would ascend unto Heaven and tear its very foundations down.
No strong opponents left in the city... except one.
Oni turned and fixed his gaze upon the youth standing atop the nearby toy store. A white-haired young man in a red coat, bearing a large sword, with twin pistols holstered at his sides. Oni sniffed the air. "You have the scent of demon's blood about you, boy."
Dante shook his head. "Me? Damn it, I knew I should have switched from Iblis for Men." He shrugged. "I'm sure I can find a clothespin for your nose. Or maybe I can just break it. Might pretty you up a bit, 'cause damn."
Oni stomped his foot down hard, splintering the road, taking a fighting stance. "I am the Destroyer of Heaven, boy. One of Hell's cast-off spawn is nothing against my power."
The smirk left Dante's face. "Believe me, handsome guy, I've had my fill of you demon types trying to destroy this world. If I have to go through you to stop this cataclysm, then I will."
Oni grinned a fanged smile. "Show me your power, hell-child. I want a warm-up before I tear this world asunder!"
_______________________
Sir Dan blinked. Or tried to. The effort was hampered by lacking an eyelid. His one good eye rolled around in the socket, trying to shake off the dust. He found himself in a glass cabinet, surrounded by placards and stands and cabinets. A museum. He'd seen one before, whenever... whenever it was that he'd fought Palethorn in England. It could have been one year ago or a hundred, for all Dan knew.
Thankfully, at least his sword and shield were with him this time. He grabbed them, bones creaking, and smashed his way out of the cabinet. Then he felt it, some kind of coldness that seeped into his very bones, a feeling of danger and terror permeating the air. Somewhere outside, an evil force was gathering. At least he knew why he came back.
"Oh, brother!" he said. Only without a bottom jaw, it sounded more like "Mmf mrrffr!"
Sir Dan couldn't spare a moment to admire the other exhibits. He left the museum as soon as he found the doors. As soon as he stepped into the street, the feeling intensified and he saw the storm. It was some truly immense dark power threatening to crack reality itself; he could see into some other, horrific world through the cracks in the sky. Sir Dan's jaw fell... or would have, if he still had one.
No way was the knight of Gallowmere prepared to face against such monumental evil. Yet he hefted his shield high, tightened his grip on his sword and set out on the long and lonely road. The buildings were unfamiliar, but as a whole the city resembled England as he'd known it back in 1833.
At a crossroads before him was a pile of smoking bodies, and beside it stood a slender, hooded figure cloaked in blue and white. The cloaked one turned to face him as he approached, preparing for the worst. She threw her hood back, revealing a woman with long, honey-colored hair, a scepter tipped with a glowing orb in her hands. "At last!" she cried. "At last, Dracula's minions have revealed themselves! You shall find naught but fire and death here, skeleton!"
Dan's one eye widened in the socket as fire wreathed the witch's hands, her face a scowl of fury.
_______________________
"It's happening again." Alicia brushed a lock of dark hair from her eyes. "Just like before. The demons are taking over this city, too. Trying to summon one of their lords." She looked up at the storm and felt her heart sink. After all the work she'd gone through to restore the breach in the dimensional barrier, it was happening again and threatening to flood the world with demons. Well, Alicia, you'd better get moving. If you fail here, the world is lost.
Slinging her Gun Rod over her shoulder, Alicia jogged down the street, ignoring the derelict cars... some of which still had hunched shapes within. She tried her best not to think about the families, the children, everyone who had suffered. It was in vain; Alicia could sense the despair lingering over the place, the anguish of lives stolen before their time, of futility and pain before untimely demise. It weighed heavily on her. So heavily that she didn't notice the approaching power until it was nearly too late.
He stood before her, in an intersection, illumined by a street light. Long brown hair, long coat, whip coiled at his side. His eyes never left hers. She felt an awful power about him, a heat and pressure, and a faint glow around him that only her eyes could see.
"You have gone far enough, witch," he said. "Return to your master and tell him Trevor Belmont has come. I will strike him down once more, before he casts his dark shadow over this world."
Alicia put one hand on her hip and walked in a wide circle around the man. "Well, Trevor, I don't know what exactly you're talking about or where you come from. I serve no master but myself, and I don't know who you're talking about."
"Seek not to deceive me, witch. I've neither the time nor the patience for games. The dark lord awaits my wrath."
She smiled. He was a lively one. "Like I said, I'm not deceiving you." Alicia pointed to the maelstrom raging above them, a funnel at its center descending toward the heart of the city with each passing hour. "That's why I'm here. Whatever's going on there, if it succeeds, will tear apart this world in a flood of demons and death."
"This I know. It is why I am here, empowered by the Lord to cast down such evils. But I can feel the darkness within you. Do you truly oppose the darkness without? 'Twould not be the first time I have encountered those who turn fell magics against Dracula and his ilk."
"Dracula? I don't know about that. Whoever's responsible for this must be stopped. Otherwise, our whole world is gone. I can't allow that to happen again."
Trevor considered her words. "Then it seems we fight for the same cause. I feel you are telling me the truth. Let us go together, and combine our power against this enemy. Perhaps we will find my wife along the way. I've a feeling her magic will be sorely needed before this is over."
Alicia laughed. "Fine, then. You're a weird cookie, Trevor Belmont, but I suppose a bunch of people would say the same about me. Alright, let's go. I can feel that you have some kind of power, yourself, and I'm gonna need all the help I can get."
Together, they set off to find the one responsible for the demonic incursion.
_______________________
Okay, so here we go. This will be several smaller scenes that combine into one team battle later on. Among other things, Carnage has gained the Terror Mask, becoming stronger than he was before and losing the symbiote's weaknesses. He wants revenge!
Oni is in town for the Halloween "party," and Dante is the first to run into him. Not alone, however, as Vergil is also drawn to that same evil power.
Meanwhile, Sir Daniel Fortesque has awoken and encountered the witch Sypha Belnades, looking for her husband Trevor Belmont. Mistaking him for another of Dracula's monsters, she attacks him, but their battle is interrupted by the arrival of the Terror Mask.
Alicia Claus, the Bullet Witch, comes under attack by the lord of vampires, Dracula. Fortunately, Trevor Belmont is at hand to aid her against his family's greatest foe.
Heroes
Dante
Vergil
Sir Dan
Sypha Belnades
Alicia Claus
Trevor Belmont
Villains
Oni
Carnage (Terror Mask)
Dracula
Oni is in town for the Halloween "party," and Dante is the first to run into him. Not alone, however, as Vergil is also drawn to that same evil power.
Meanwhile, Sir Daniel Fortesque has awoken and encountered the witch Sypha Belnades, looking for her husband Trevor Belmont. Mistaking him for another of Dracula's monsters, she attacks him, but their battle is interrupted by the arrival of the Terror Mask.
Alicia Claus, the Bullet Witch, comes under attack by the lord of vampires, Dracula. Fortunately, Trevor Belmont is at hand to aid her against his family's greatest foe.
Heroes
Dante
Vergil
Sir Dan
Sypha Belnades
Alicia Claus
Trevor Belmont
Villains
Oni
Carnage (Terror Mask)
Dracula