[IC] HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

[kishin asura]

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[Wraithblade6]

supertinyking said
"IF you won't. I will. He will only cause more pain and death....." Darkside says. "Go tell him, the devil himself is coming for him........" he growls.

Eclipse glares a moment, then closes his eyes, and warps out.

Moments later, the winged one appears back inside Matthew's ship.

[thewizardguy]

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Mathew_simply_smiled_at_the_hologram_that_appeared_in_front_of_him._"I_am_God_Emperor_Mathew,_and_hereby_I_proclaim_you_to_be_a_part_of_the_Imperium._Any__resistance_will_be_met_with_force."_On_it's_own,_the_threat_was_almost_laughable._Anyone_could_make_such_a_claim,_and_no_doubt_the_clone_emperor_had_heard___hundreds_of_others_lay_such_claims_upon_the_empire_he_had_forged._However,_as_Mathew_spoke,_the_look_in_his_eyes_was_forged_from_a_will_harder_than_steel,__and_from_that_simple_look_the_Clone_Emperor_could_see_that_Mathew_was_not_an_opponent_to_be_underestimated.

[Wraithblade6]

Eclipse clears his throat.

[ShadowVentus]

Wraithblade6 said
Eclipse clears his throat.

Before he can do so, Michael, who appears to have followed after the angel, places the tip of his sword against his back. "Do not even think of making anymore noise..." Michael threatens.

[supertinyking]

kishin asura said
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"So, you would kill for her. See? Two similarities." Darkside says, his voice more....angered filled.

[supertinyking]

thewizardguy said
((Without_spacebars!))Mathew_simply_smiled_at_the_hologram_that_appeared_in_front_of_him._"I_am_God_Emperor_Mathew,_and_hereby_I_proclaim_you_to_be_a_part_of_the_Imperium._Any__resistance_will_be_met_with_force."_On_it's_own,_the_threat_was_almost_laughable._Anyone_could_make_such_a_claim,_and_no_doubt_the_clone_emperor_had_heard___hundreds_of_others_lay_such_claims_upon_the_empire_he_had_forged._However,_as_Mathew_spoke,_the_look_in_his_eyes_was_forged_from_a_will_harder_than_steel,__and_from_that_simple_look_the_Clone_Emperor_could_see_that_Mathew_was_not_an_opponent_to_be_underestimated.

"I must say, that I will not allow. We have fought for our Independence, we aren't going to roll over..." The clone emperor says, as he presses a button under the coms system. Several teleporters lock onto Babylon and prepare to teleport...something. "Please, there is no need for blood shed. May hap we can reach a peaceful solution?" He asks, his eyes letting the steel will of the clone emperor show.

[Wraithblade6]

ShadowVentus said
Before he can do so, Michael, who appears to have followed after the angel, places the tip of his sword against his back. "Do not even think of making anymore noise..." Michael threatens.

Eclipse feels a weapon touch the back of his armor and he glances behind him. Apparently Matthew hadn't noticed him or this other person, as he was busy communicating with yet another world to be conquered.

Not certain who the person behind him was, yet feeling it dishonorable to allow Matthew to be caught offguard, Eclipse made their presence obvious. "MATTHEW!" He called out loudly, and turned to face the other intruder, drawing his own weapon against Michael.

[ShadowVentus]

"Damn you!" Michael growls as he then prepares to strike Eclipse, rage guiding his blade as he attacks, his swings heavy and feeling like a sucker punch to the gut each time they connect.

[Akihisa Yoshii]

Creed watched silently as these events unfolded before him. After the angel and the other man, he didn't really care to remember his name if it was even spoken, left he looked at Darkside and the other fellow, waiting patiently as they chatted. He would be a lot more impatient, but the being with the stench of evil had promised him he'd be able to kill something soon. For that, Clarent's hunger for blood calmed somewhat and he was able to be patient. Clarent. The Sword of Fire, that hungered for destruction. Visions once more flooded him as he noticed the blade, opening the door he kept close, holding visions of the previous users. Mars Ultor, whom the Romans or Greeks (like hell if he could remember which, maybe it was both, he shrugged) revered as a god of war. He was quite simply a man. A man, who slaughtered thousands and had his mind forever warped by the blade now in Creed's hands.

There were others, figures of legend, praised for their prowess in combat, who's minds had fallen to the sword, as they were twisted and warped. Clarent pulsed with a lust to be coated in blood, and glowed with the light that it had stolen from it's users, corrupting them to the very core. And in battle, it burned with the hatred of thousands of men, hell bent on slaughtering all who stood in their way. Truly, in battle, Clarent was a blade like no other. So far, it had only ever been taking advantage of those that had used it. It had a faint respect for those who could wield him, but little more, and he tossed one user away in exchange for a new one often without complaint. Creed had been different. He had been corrupted from the very start, and had accepted Clarent without fighting it's evil presence. Clarent had been intrigued by this new development, as none had been so quick to accept him, and even be able to keep their minds, though he later learned Creed had long lost his before they met. The two beings had quickly forged a friendship bound in blood and gore and fire, a friendship that couldn't be broken. Creed smiled, a fond yet malicious smile. Yes, Clarent was his instrument of destruction... but it was also his best friend.

[ShadowVentus]

Akihisa Yoshii said
Creed watched silently as these events unfolded before him. After the angel and the other man, he didn't really care to remember his name if it was even spoken, left he looked at Darkside and the other fellow, waiting patiently as they chatted. He would be a lot more impatient, but the being with the stench of evil had promised him he'd be able to kill something soon. For that, Clarent's hunger for blood calmed somewhat and he was able to be patient. Clarent. The Sword of Fire, that hungered for destruction. Visions once more flooded him as he noticed the blade, opening the door he kept close, holding visions of the previous users. Mars Ultor, whom the Romans or Greeks (like hell if he could remember which, maybe it was both, he shrugged) revered as a god of war. He was quite simply a man. A man, who slaughtered thousands and had his mind forever warped by the blade now in Creed's hands.There were others, figures of legend, praised for their prowess in combat, who's minds had fallen to the sword, as they were twisted and warped. Clarent pulsed with a lust to be coated in blood, and glowed with the light that it had stolen from it's users, corrupting them to the very core. And in battle, it burned with the hatred of thousands of men, hell bent on slaughtering all who stood in their way. Truly, in battle, Clarent was a blade like no other. So far, it had only ever been taking advantage of those that had used it. It had a faint respect for those who could wield him, but little more, and he tossed one user away in exchange for a new one often without complaint. Creed had been different. He had been corrupted from the very start, and had accepted Clarent without fighting it's evil presence. Clarent had been intrigued by this new development, as none had been so quick to accept him, and even be able to keep their minds, though he later learned Creed had long lost his before they met. The two beings had quickly forged a friendship bound in blood and gore and fire, a friendship that couldn't be broken. Creed smiled, a fond yet malicious smile. Yes, Clarent was his instrument of destruction... but it was also his best friend.

Suddenly, a man in a red cloak appears beside him, observing Darkside and the other man before him as well. "I see there hasn't been much to miss..." He says.

[kishin asura]

supertinyking said
"So, you would kill for her. See? Two similarities." Darkside says, his voice more....angered filled.

"......okay you got a point there." I say

[Akihisa Yoshii]

ShadowVentus said
Suddenly, a man in a red cloak appears beside him, observing Darkside and the other man before him as well. "I see there hasn't been much to miss..." He says.

Creed didn't jump at the man's sudden appearance, nor did he make any other motions to suggest surprise, and turned to him. "Nah, they're just talking. Nice to meetcha, my name's Creed." Creed greeted the man like any other, but his eyes analyzed him, sizing him up, seeing if he'd be a good fight in the event that happens. He did smile, though the gesture never reached his eyes. Those mad, mad eyes.

[ShadowVentus]

Akihisa Yoshii said
Creed didn't jump at the man's appearance, and turned to him. "Nah, they're just talking. Nice to meetcha, my name's Creed." Creed greeted the man like any other, but his eyes analyzed him, sizing him up, seeing if he'd be a good fight in the event that happens. He did smile, though the gesture never reached his eyes. Those mad, mad eyes.

Leon looks at him with his Sharingan eyes, analyzing this mysterious man as well. A faint smirk graced his face in return, Creed seeming fine to him. He then looks at his gem and Clarent, a bit curious as to what power the two items on this man's person possess. "Leon...Leon Narukami." He says in greeting.

[Akihisa Yoshii]

ShadowVentus said
Leon looks at him with his Sharingan eyes, analyzing this mysterious man as well. A faint smirk graced his face in return, Creed seeming fine to him. He then looks at his gem and Clarent, a bit curious as to what power the two items on this man's person possess. "Leon...Leon Narukami." He says in greeting.

"Well Leon, do you happen to have a reason being here, if I might ask?" Creed wondered, not at all demanding or suspicious, simply a curious question from a curious man.

[supertinyking]

Akihisa Yoshii said
Creed watched silently as these events unfolded before him. After the angel and the other man, he didn't really care to remember his name if it was even spoken, left he looked at Darkside and the other fellow, waiting patiently as they chatted. He would be a lot more impatient, but the being with the stench of evil had promised him he'd be able to kill something soon. For that, Clarent's hunger for blood calmed somewhat and he was able to be patient. Clarent. The Sword of Fire, that hungered for destruction. Visions once more flooded him as he noticed the blade, opening the door he kept close, holding visions of the previous users. Mars Ultor, whom the Romans or Greeks (like hell if he could remember which, maybe it was both, he shrugged) revered as a god of war. He was quite simply a man. A man, who slaughtered thousands and had his mind forever warped by the blade now in Creed's hands.There were others, figures of legend, praised for their prowess in combat, who's minds had fallen to the sword, as they were twisted and warped. Clarent pulsed with a lust to be coated in blood, and glowed with the light that it had stolen from it's users, corrupting them to the very core. And in battle, it burned with the hatred of thousands of men, hell bent on slaughtering all who stood in their way. Truly, in battle, Clarent was a blade like no other. So far, it had only ever been taking advantage of those that had used it. It had a faint respect for those who could wield him, but little more, and he tossed one user away in exchange for a new one often without complaint. Creed had been different. He had been corrupted from the very start, and had accepted Clarent without fighting it's evil presence. Clarent had been intrigued by this new development, as none had been so quick to accept him, and even be able to keep their minds, though he later learned Creed had long lost his before they met. The two beings had quickly forged a friendship bound in blood and gore and fire, a friendship that couldn't be broken. Creed smiled, a fond yet malicious smile. Yes, Clarent was his instrument of destruction... but it was also his best friend.

Darkside's ears (or what is eft of them) perk up. "Ahh, I hear the thoughts of your sword......hmm...." Darkside says, calming down after Eclipse leaves.

[Wraithblade6]

ShadowVentus said
"Damn you!" Michael growls as he then prepares to strike Eclipse, rage guiding his blade as he attacks, his swings heavy and feeling like a sucker punch to the gut each time they connect.

Eclipse parries and blocks each blow, but each one lands hard, pushing him backwards. He waits for an opportunity to strike... Finally! Michale suddenly meets with a shield-bash to the face.

[ShadowVentus]

Akihisa Yoshii said
"Well Leon, do you happen to have a reason being here, if I might ask?" Creed wondered, not at all demanding or suspicious, simply a curious question from a curious man.

"I'm searching for someone...it seems that they have left already, though..." Leon states, not one for details at the moment, for he's not entirely sure if he can trust the people that are in this room.

[ShadowVentus]

Wraithblade6 said
Eclipse parries and blocks each blow, but each one lands hard, pushing him backwards. He waits for an opportunity to strike... Finally! Michale suddenly meets with a shield-bash to the face.

This blow sends Michael flying a small distance, but he gets up quickly by flipping back unto his feet. Unexpectedly, the tactician sheathes his sword as his eyes begin glowing red. He chuckles crazily as a black aura envelopes his body. "All that see these eyes shall meet their maker..." He says as he begins to cup his hands and bring them up to his mouth. "Shadow Dragon's Roar!" With that said, Michael then exhales a large burst of shadows from his mouth, heading towards Eclipse with incredible speed.

[Akihisa Yoshii]

ShadowVentus said
"I'm searching for someone...it seems that they have left already, though..." Leon states, not one for details at the moment, for he's not entirely sure if he can trust the people that are in this room.

"That one fellow who used the shadows, I assume?" Creed asks, missing Darkside's comment on Clarent.