IC The Gauntlet

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  1. Neji195

    Neji195 Not your average "Newbie"

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    “Hey there, I’m Jo, care to introduce yourself? I didn’t notice you in the previous battles.”


    Haste directed his energy away from Callism as a woman with Sea blue eyes approached him. His brownish red eyes glared, examining her whole self. “Wow” Haste thought while raising a grin. He began peeling the dirty white bandages on his forehead in modesty. The curly black which was under the bandages unraveled into bangs. He became interested in the archer. “I’m Haste. I’ve only woken up. I think something knocked me out because I have no idea what happened previous to this. Sorry about your bow, I owe you.”


    Haste unpeeled a bandage from his left arm and concentrated on the arrows that were spread around the spacious room. There were 8 that levitated from the water and darted into his stained hands. There were sounds of clattering wood vibrating. Haste reached out his arm and the arrows levitated in Jo’s direction. “There weightless now. Should come in handy.” Haste glanced over at the fight that was taking place, and was puzzled by the intensity. “What’s going on over there? Should I stop it?” he asked Jo.


    In the back of his head, he couldn’t shake off the fact that at any moment he could become controlled. He had no idea who was in charge of the bloodbath and the destroyed room. Was it him? He proceeded to close his arm bandage again watching the crowd disperse disappointingly. It seemed as if they didn't receive the answers they wanted from Haste and his appearance. Truth is, Haste didn't know. He just hoped that he didn't have to kill anyone.
     
  2. Yajuu_Kikuishi

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    Azam frowned as he watched the stub of his wrist burn away; at first, despite Fyn’s warning, he felt no pain but suddenly, as it moved further down, the pain flared up immensely and he only just caught himself from crying out. Instead, a small grunt escaped his lips before he clamped them shut and clenched his teeth. As she continued to work, expertly if a little nervous, pain still sprung up and bounced down Azam’s arm but compared to the first part it was nothing and Azam kept a solid control on the pain.

    He did not recognise the places Fyn spoke of, but he did their situation; two places at constant war was not uncommon from his lands and medical expert was indeed always needed for such things as Fyn said. His own people generally never sought war and battle, Azam being an exception, but when it did come around, they always fought back ferociously. He had watched battlefield medics trying to save warriors with numerous life-threatening injuries. He had never seen the skill or technology that Fyn demonstrated now.

    With the procedure completed and the paralysing agent administered, Azam lifted his hand up to look at the small ‘X’ shaped stitches that now ran around the wrist. A worthy addition to a number of other scars he had gained over his years fighting. In way he was somewhat embarrassed the loss of his hand had been self-inflicted but since it had also been because of the Dlyigimamelia’ym, he could settle with it.

    “I must say Fyn, I’m impressed. Thank you.” He lowered his hand to look at the medic. “You’re skill is beyond anything I have seen before; perhaps when all of this is over, I could return with you to your lands and perhaps help you and your people with my expertise.”

    He paused and clicked the bones in his neck with a head turn. “But the battles aren’t over here yet.”

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    The man started unravelling the bandages around his head, revealing the hair beneath, before introducing himself.

    “Just woken up?” Jo questioned. “You must be the only person here who wasn’t there for the previous battles then. You don’t remember the Giant? Or the Crystal creature?” As she had been speaking, Haste had gathered up a bunch of arrows with his strange power and they now floated towards her.

    She snagged them out of the air and was genuinely surprised when they didn’t weigh her hand down; they were as weightless as the man claimed. She smiled and slid them into one of her enchanted quivers before turning back to Haste as he spoke of the battle between Kaira and her unknown opponent. Jo gripped her bow as she turned to look at the battle, noticing that Kaira was now missing an arm.“This can’t go on any further; we can’t afford to lose Kaira and by the looks of it, this man is just as strong. Both of them will need to help us in the coming battles. But leave it to me, please.”

    With that said, she took a couple of steps forward as the ferocity of their battle waned for what Jo assumed would not be a long time. “Hey!” she shouted, loud enough that her voice echoed around the room. “This is not the time to be fighting each other. Any moment now, that door…” she raised her free hand and pointed at the large iron door that sat in the wall. “…is going to open and reveal a new enemy most likely stronger than the Crystal Creature from before. You are both strong warriors who we will need to survive this place.”

    She lowered her hand and levelled a gaze at Kaira and then at her opponent. “How about you leave whatever this grudge match for when we’re free and not at risk of a sudden death by monsters unknown?”
     
  3. Neji195

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    “Ah, women ask so many questions” Haste considered as he was being interrogated. Jo reminded Haste of his mother. They possessed the same glossy blue eyes. Haste’s mother name was Flare. She is an explorer of any land that roused her. Incredibly strong, she taught Haste about the world and how to not be frightened by it. Flare stood at the same height as Haste and was extremely beautiful with a short temper. It’s been years since Haste last saw his mother. Afraid that he might hurt her, he isolated himself and planned on figuring out how to get rid of his curse. He desperately wanted to see his family again and swore to rid himself of his abilities. Haste reminisced on his mother’s care for him. Although it annoyed him as a child, his mother always questioned him so that he could embrace the freedom of making his own conscious decisions whether good or bad. “Do you want to pet the bear Haste?” “Haste, would you like to climb the mountain with your mother or stay at camp?” “This world is a big scary place, but you can’t go throughout life in fear. You won’t live. You have to be the Alpha, always.” “Haste! Wake up!”

    Just woken up?” Jo questioned.

    Haste’s attention was focused on the shallow, tainted water below him. Jo snapped him out of his past. “Yeh, I think so” replied Haste catching his answer. “I mean yes, I was out cold” he deluded. Haste was unaware of his state because of the tension in his body. If he was truly out cold he would feel relaxed and more energised. He had marks and bruises all around his body, but it could have easily been because of what was happening around him.

    “I don’t remember anything. Just a collapsing room. Although I don’t why I have those images in my head, I wasn’t conscious.” Jo snatched the arrows out of the air with a surprised smile. She turned to face the nearby battle. “Gee, no thank you or no smooch?" Did she even like them? My mom really never taught me how to talk to other women” Haste contemplated. He also turned his attention back to a warrior missing an arm. Jo clinched her bow, stepped forward and mentioned the warrior Kaira and how we couldn’t lose any more fighters. “Leave it to me” she said as Haste peeled his bandages on his arm back to reveal more of his tattoos. He was ready for battle.


    Haste stepped next to Jo with a shy sort of grin. “Hey, I’m here to help as much as I can. I can disarm both of them from their weapons if needed. Just give me the call. I don't know them.. I’m very dangerous. If something weird happens to me, and I become unresponsive while I’m fighting. I want you to find a way to cover the tattoos on my arm. That will stop me” Haste said warningly to Jo, winking at her.


    “She’s giving them a choice to stop the fight instead of stepping in herself. She’s kind of like you mom.”
     
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  4. Randoms

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    Fyn smiled as Azam checked his arm, complimenting her of her work. She sat on the boulder she was just working on and stretched her back. She hadn’t realized it, but she was very tense as she worked with her tools. Only now did she begin to relax before she made herself sore.

    “I a-appreciate the offer, “she said to Azam as he made his remarks, “p-perhaps you would help my f-friends learn how to scale the war machines of G-Ganr.” Azam had shown remarkable strength. While Fyn knew that her wars were not Azam’s concern, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would have simply stood back had Fyn declined.

    She looked behind her to glace at what the others had been doing. She frowned when she noticed that Kaira and Futoji were still fighting. She would have liked nothing more than to stop it, but Kaira had made it clear that her interference would not amount to much. Jo seemed to be going to intercept them; perhaps she would have better luck.


    Futoji leapt back after he had successfully severed Kaira’s arm. However, he was not able to escape cleanly. Despite being prepared for Kaira’s counter attack, she was still able to make contact with his chest. The wound she inflicted was not deep enough to kill, but was enough to be of significant damage. Blood soaked through his tunic, staining it a crimson red. Despite his injury, he was not going to give up now. He felt no pain, paid no mind to exhaustion. He held his sword ready for another strike. Just before he started his next attack, some strangers likely to be Kaira’s new found allies, walked up to try interfering again. Without letting his eyes part from Kaira he spoke harshly and firm.

    “I have no quarrel with you. This is something that must be done. If you continue then you will leave me no choice but to cut you down as well.” Despite his warning, Jo didn’t seem to have backed down, her partner threatening to disarm them at her command. Futoji shifted his weight. He could position himself between Jo and her partner faster than Kaira would be able to reach him. Jo, or at least Jo’s partner, seemed determined to get in the way at this point, so he might as well deal with all parties involved at once. Kaira would either stay where she was or follow Futoji. In both cases Jo and her partner would be between him and Kaira, thus he could deal with them quickly. He was not sure of the male’s capabilities, but he knew Jo was an archer; she would be easy to dispatch.

    He was sure Kaira figured out his next move, but by acting first Futoji had the advantage. With quick and sudden movement, he dashed in Jo’s direction. Midway there, the ground shook and he stumbled. Quickly catching himself, he was momentarily distracted by the quake that continued for several seconds. Small bits of debris rained from the ceiling, and the large iron door began to rumble. Several thin rays of light passed through the seam between the doors, grazing upon the numerous crystal boulders the lay by the door. The light faded, and the doors parted outward.

    Unlike the door before, this one opened completely on its own. Like the door before, everyone who occupied the room with the lake found themselves inexplicably in a completely new room without having moved themselves. The room, while lit, was darker than the rooms they had battled in previously. Its layout was very similar to that of the giant’s chamber, except much smaller and of different material. The floor was made of an unknown metal that made a soft solid sound with each step. The walls were made of stone, separated by large imbedded pillars that seemed to be made out of copper pipes. While it was smaller than the giant’s it was still a sizable room that towered over the warriors.

    At the end of the room stood a strange device that was unlike anyone may have ever seen. It was a large bowl object standing on two sets of thick double jointed spider-like legs. Several towers rose in three rows from the top of the bowl, leaning towards its back assuming it faced the room towards the warriors. The towers at its center were the largest. Coming from the towers at either side were two pipe like arms, segmented, and outstretched into either wall at its sides making it looks as though it were wired into the very room. Along each arm were a row of circular windows. At the base of the bowl, below the towers, there were several orifices some holding optical lenses. The entire contraption was colored matte black with barely any other color. The only exception to the color was the large glass incubator held at the center tower centered on the entire machine. The incubator was filled with liquid and glowed cerulean. Held within was a man floating unconscious, a mouthpiece connected over his face. His body was incomplete. He was missing his left leg, left arm, and half of his right leg.

    The room filled with a low hum. The kind of hum that filled everyone with a sense of dread pausing even the warriors who were just moments ago fighting each other. The figure that was contained in the incubator slowly opened his eyes, and looked out on the group before him. As he slowly realized that there was other within his chamber, he began to squirm and panic.

    “W-wait, why are you here? How did you…? Wait, Labelle… No Labelle!” as he continued the struggle the large machine he was attached to began to stir. The lenses focused, and the joints within its legs adjusted. Soon the room echoed with another voice, flat, artificial, yet sounded naturally deep.

    “Intruder, Isolla. Designation: GigaR.E.M. ” The machine itself was addressing the warriors. More sounds came from the machine as it started up. “Isolla” The man held within the machine started to scream. Upon looking upon the man, it looked as though what remained of his remaining leg began to melt away almost as though it were being erased. Glowing particles flew away from it into the base of the incubator. Soon the glowing cerulean liquid spread from the center towers into each the base of the machine and into the sides. The windows along each arm began to glow as well. Each window lighted up one at a time, liquid filling each, and the glowing particles being harvested from the man in the incubator being fed to every part of the machine. Soon the entire machine was trimmed in cerulean. When it was done, the man was without any of his legs and unconscious.

    “Isolla. Ien 14%” Several antennas that were scattered across the large machine began to glow and crackle with electricity. At the same time several random spots on the ground became electrically charged glowing slightly. A few people stood in the spots, and knowing that something was amiss, quickly stepped out of them. A second later, each spot that glowed was stricken by lightning. The residual electricity spread from the impact, giving all who were within a few feet of the strike a slight shock. This machine, Gigarem, was to be their next opponent.

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    Before Kaira could do anything in reaction to the reveal of this new enemy, Futoji held out his sword to block her. “I will aid them once our feud is over. I cannot allow you to remain as you are.”
     
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  5. Yajuu_Kikuishi

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    Jo glanced at Haste as he stood beside her and spoke about something wierd happening to him at some point. Jo raised an eyebrow as he winked at her. "So, if you go wierd, cover up all those arm tattoos? Right, okay." Before they could converse about it further, Jo saw the look on the swordsman's face and turned back to face him. "Don't cause any trouble now." She said out of the corner of her mouth to Haste.

    As the man called Futoji started to move, Jo couldn’t help but flinch towards drawing her bow; she didn’t want to fight those who could help but at the same time she wasn’t going to let him attack her on his whim. However, before anything could come of it, the room shook as if an earthquake had struck and Jo figured their rest time was over. Sure enough, seconds later, despite no one moving a step, the remaining warriors had been moved to another battle location.

    Jo looked around the large room, trying to pick out any other enemies despite he very obvious spider-like creature in front of them but nothing sprung out, so she lowered her gaze to the creature just as the man inside it started crying out. What in the world is that thing? She thought as more of the light spread across the creature as it apparently came to life. When the electricity spots appeared, Jo didn’t need to move but she took a short step away from the nearest one as the bolts appeared. Her backstep had been good intuition as extra energy seeped out and stopped at the point she had been standing moments ago.

    Note to self, don’t get zapped.
    She thought. Her step had bought her closer to Kaira and Futoji, and it was because of this she heard the man speak of settling their fight. Jo spun on her heel to face the warrior. “Are you freaking kidding me? You can see the big, creepy, monster-thing over there, right? And all you can think about is settling your so-called feud?” She pulled her bow free and nocked an arrow. “Does your feud seem like the most important thing right now?”

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    The room shifted, or they did, and Azam quickly surmised his surrounding before his gaze settled on the large machine creature that was to be their new opponent. At least, he presumed it was to be their new opponent as it began to light up and clearly readied to defend itself. Whatever force had moved the warriors from the lake room to here and kept them mostly how they had been there, just a lot closer together, so Fynn was stood by Azam’s side as the machine woke up.

    “Best you stay back, Fynn, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” He drew his long-spear from his back and twirled it around his good arm before grasping it in the hand. “I will do my best not to use my left hand.” He smiled before shouting a war cry and charging forwards towards the machine.

    As he moved, he noticed the antennae light up but as he had moved forward, whatever the creature had done happened behind him, so he ignored it. As he closed in he had only one thought on his mind; kill the creature before it could cause too much damage, or kill him.
     
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