Deadly Force [Original Action/Fantasy by KurtZisa]

[KurtZisa]

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Where have we gone...?

I now walk the earth, or what's left of it. Because of our sins, we have to pay a price of calamitous proportions. Now it's the aftermath I am looking at now.

But some of us continue the nonsensical greed that brought us into this hellhole in the first place. Haven't we had enough? Haven't we have suffered enough casualties to remind us that we are not the rulers of this borrowed life of ours?

No... Those bastards are just begging to be killed. Begging to be wiped out at the surface of the Earth; to be fed to the hell buzzards or even more worse than you can think of. And they are not contented with that matter alone. they have to involve us. The innocent. Corrupting them and even segegrating them from others. We deserve this yet we glutton for more.... Fucking idiots.

Now I walk the once pristine grounds of the world. Outside those hellish mega cities called the Ultralopoli. This very ground I am walking now used to be a park for children. A place where you can hear the sounds of playing children and conversations of friends and lovers... But no more in blink of an eye. Now its more like an old ruins flooded with massive dunes of sand and earth.

Humanity is in the brink of extinction, and I have nothing against that. We deserve it...
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After 6 hours of trekking the massive wasteland, the man covered in a tattered red cloak reached a slum area where the people known as the exiles, another name for the rejects of the Ultralopoli resides.

The town was almost deserted, because of the intense heat of the sun. After walking a few steps, he entered a nearby saloon or bar to have something to eat. After entering the bar, the place is raving with tough environment, its a criminal tavern. But regardless, the man entered because there's no rough environment in a grumbling stomach.

"Give me some pig mole steak."

The man in a red cloak ordered to the waiter as he occupied the middle table where the other customers are looking to him. And then immediately, a plate with a piece of meat landed on his table. "That will be 50 gold." said the waiter, The man in a red cloak pulled out his pouch and then gave it to the waiter. He grabbed the knife with his left hand and started eating

[Infinite Complex]

Varn templar sat on a rock, heating a sandwitch with his powers of fire. His lance lay beside him, as it wasn't uncommon for wild animals to come after the scent of food. He was deep in thought, wondering just what he should do when the sun was fading.

"Maybe I could hunt..."

[Rapidus Procella]

In the underground shelter which he resides in, Kurosai is enjoying his life at the moment. Even though he wields the power of ice, and yet he lives in an underground sewer.. "What has my life came to, i use to be happy on my ice wasteland so many years ago, now i am down in the gutters." Kurosai said calmly, yet at the same time he seemed saddened for some strange reason.

Kurosai took a big, deep breath before he took his departure from his temporary home and looked forward to the future adventures that will be instore for him, so as he grabbed Slact, his only companion. "Well old friend it's time we continue where we left off." Kurosai said as he dashed with slact in its Sheath, and he busted through the roof of the underground sewer, causing some comotion, and some wild animals came in response to the sudden noise.. "Looks like some fun" Kurosai said with a sadistic grin upon his face,and he started to un-sheath Slact..."Lunchtime" Kurosai said as he stroke a tiger in the upper back.." now that's what i call a slash." Kurosai said again as the other animals fled, including the tiger, but it was limping slightly..

Now after his little test to see if his strength has went down at all, Kurosai knew that he has not lost any of his strength since he last faught.." Time to take control of my destiny, time to make my own decisions, time to master all elements.." Kurosai said as looked upon the sunset in the horizon, with his future in his grasp..he took another deep breath, and marched forward to wherever his life may take him.

[Leonheart]

It had been almost a year since the last time that Sergei saw his home. Just the look of the shack that could barely be called a shelter made him grimace from the mere memories of his childhood. He walked up to the doorway, but could not bring himself to enter it. Like a reflex, he drew Skeith and Slashed through the door lintel, causing it to crumble, along with a small section of the shack itself. He rushed away from the site, and stopped just outside the slums limits. He dropped to his knees and punched the ground. Above the sounds of confused passers-by, he could hear the sound of of his stomach grumbling. He had not eaten for over two days, and now would be as good a time as any. Rather close by, he could make out what appeared to be a tavern.

He walked through the entrance and just recoiled fast enough to dodge a flying plate. This place was just the way he expected it to be. He took a seat farther away from the clustered areas of criminals. He slowly scanned the room, and only stopped for a second. On the other side of the room, he spotted a man who stood out. He looked up and down this man covered in a tattered red cloak. This was the most enigmatic man he has seen in a while. Yet, he had a feeling that this man had something to do with him, and he started to get a bad vibe. He placed his hand on Skeith, and took a sip of his beer.

[Ubiquity]

Reforge was laughing to himself as he floated down from the inn where he had taken up a room. There was nobody around whom could pose a threat, even though he was certain that he was NOT the only person around whom had an ironclad and would end up trying to do something about what he was about to do. There was a restaurant nearby, and because of that it would cause an even bigger problem which was always funny. “I guess I’ll just have to stir things up and then we can have a lot of fun.” He entered the establishment and saw that there were a few men who looked unworthy.

“Oh please.” His hand rose up and then he drew it back in before a crest of water flew out from it and filled part of the room. The water continued to fly from him has as if there were a never-ending supply. By now people were screaming and fleeing for their lives. “What a waste of my time.”

[KurtZisa]

The man ate his steak with only one hand. And before he could go half a steak, his lunch was interrupted by a split-second tremor that spilled his drink. He looked at the spilled glass and then looked at beside him. Beside him was a huge man with a very large cleaver on his grasp overlooking at him. But the man in red cloak just ignored him and then continued to finish his lunch somehow without any drink; but that didn't matter, because he has his water ration with him.

"Hey..." the large man finally spoke, "You came here without any permission from me. All customers here at this place must go through me before you could even sit down!" The man spoke with illiteracy, probably stupid and dim-witted. But he just continued eating his steak as if he did'nt heard a thing or two. The large man now looked pissed, he lifted his large cleaver and then slammed it on his table, cutting it in half and caught the whole bar's attention. "No one ignores me! Ya' hear me!?" the man yelled.

He sighed, and then sttod up from his seat and then went pass the huge man with a bump. A sign of insult, a sign of trouble. "Why you little--!" As the man lifted again his cleaver and then swung it toward him. With a quick reaction, He raised his right bulky, mechanical arm and caught the thick blade of the cleaver squarely. "Aren't you had enough?" he then broke the blade with one squeeze of his mechanical arm. He then threw the broken cleaver, and then threw a solid uppercut on the large man that threw him through the roof despite the man's large mass. As he slowly walk out, he threw his checque on the manager of the bar, "That's the compensation for the damages. Sorry to have bothered." The seemingly lifeless body of the large man who bullied him landed at the very same spot where the man in a red cloak sat. "Fucking idiots...." he whispered under his breath as he walked away.

[Leonheart]

Sergei chuckled to himself for a second and walked over the the table that the man had left. He picked up the broken cleaver. "Talk about shabby craftsmanship." he said, taking the last sip of his beer and placing the empty glass on the broken table before turning to walk out of the restaurant. "Put it on my tab"

Taking a deep breath, Sergei looked around for the man in the tattered cloak, but he was nowhere in sight. He sighed, and laid back on the tavern. "Damn, I was hoping to get at least a little clue on where to go now." He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and placed it in his mouth. "I guess it's back on the road again."

[Rapidus Procella]

Taking a deep sigh, Kurosai looked as the wild animals fled in terror that he would kill them on the instant.. "Look at those pathetic animals run in terror of my incredible power" Kurosai said with a slight chuckle in his voice. He then continued north to an umnamed village that had some lively entertainment within it.But before heading to the village, there was something that Kurosai has to do, that may seem irrational to others, but in order for him to feel somewhat complete, but in order to do this Kurosai must face a figure of his past. Who is this figure in his past, it is his own soul.. Yes in order to move on from his past, Kurosai must soul search for that one piece of himself that could finally let go of the past and move on to a better future.

So he did soul search deep inside of himself, and what he found was not a good thing to his part, in real fact he found out that his true self wanted only one thing..the ultimate power of the Universe.. "Well now, since that is done, time do go eat." Kurosai said calmly as he went into the village up ahead,and he saw a tavarn..

"This seems like a place where i can get some decent food." Kurosai said as he took a table, that obviously was the wrong thing to do. Some guy came up to him and said. "Hey punk, that is my seat." the guy said harshly.

"you want to say that again, so all of these people can hear you." Kurosai said as a glance of his icey cold eyes breezed through the small tavern.." fine i will, your in my sea--"the guy didn't even get to finish as Kurosai had Slact at his neck..

" Now listen, if you want to keep your head, you will walk away as soon as i pull my blade away got that." Kurosai said as he removed his blade from the neck of this man, but this guy stupidly went after kurosai.

All he could do is a deep sigh.." thought you would of learned, stupid fool"He said without even hesitating, digging Slact deep into the chest of this guy.

"to you all who are brave enough to challenge me, i will be here drinking my wiskey." Kurosai said as he enjoyed his wiskey in the tavern.

[KurtZisa]

Finally out of the frying pan and in to the fire. Its high noon and since the ozone layer is long gone, the sun continues to unleash it fiery rays upon the earth. It's above boiling point outside and without any protection, you'll be burnt to a crisp in a matter of minutes.

But I didn't have any yet I am still normal, wanna know why? It's complicated. Its just that since three years ago I feel like my body is numb to the fiery heat of the sun and not to mention fire itself too. Maybe because of what Regios said to me; that I have the power to bend the wrath of the flames becuase that's one of things I can with his so called "blessing". But whatever it is, I knew that wasn't the catch why he'd choose me. My name is Alt. Mercenary. Landlubber. Simple.

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As Alt strode the massive dunes of sand and earth, and finally getting out of that rugged town that almost got him into trouble. He walked atop the dune and then accidentally dug his right foot and stepped on something hard. As he lifted his right foot, he heard a "click" sound from below. As soon as he heard that sound, he knew that wasn't a music to his ears. "Shit!" Alt hurriedly ran and the dune exploded that could have incinerated him if he didn't got out in time.

It was a buried land mine from the Ultralopolis Arms Movement or the UAM. The Ultralopoli's armed force division and military force which means, Alt landed on a private territory claimed by the Ultralopolis government. "Damn it." he scoffed while he dusted himself up and make sure that his mechanized limbs didn't have sand in it. He then picked up his red cloak, all more tattered-up and messy.

[Ordeith]

Nestled within the spiraling weaves of silver, the minute gemstone pulsed with a faint blue hue as it bobbed gently back and forth on Odeicyo's dove-grey shirt. The shabbily paved streets at this hour were desolate and empty save for a few thugs and drunkards brooding in their respective alleyways, and aside from the occasional oath from one of said thugs and drunkards, the only sound that could be heard in the night air was the rythmic dull clicking of Odeciyo's boots as he casually strode in the direction of a small shabby-looking (though it wasn't any more shabby than the rest of the pubs and taverns around these parts. Aside from the warnings of the now cobalt blue gemstone hanging from his neck, Odeicyo could easily have discerned that this was indeed the temporary abode of at least one of the avatars by using his eyes alone. A small torrent of water was bursting through the crack underneath the door, and the windows were already a quarter of the way filled with water. He chuckled silently to himself; that one never was very subtle in his mannerisms. Carefully, though not overly so, Odeicyo swung the door open and entered, channeling small amounts of the Raegalion, the much lesser power of the Guardians which stemmed from the Regalia, around his feet and legs to stay the oncoming torrent of water, which he could now see came from the open palms of Reforge Seru, the avatar of water.

Mindfully avoiding the occasional panicked guest or patron, Odeicyo called out to the watery avatar, "Come, come, now, Reforge; is all of this really necessary?" Odeicyo had never laid eyes upon the embodiment of water until just then, but upon accepting the role of the Guardian, one is instantly granted all of the knowledge and memories of past Guardians, so as to avoid any past failures or mistakes in protecting the Regalia. Some of the memories were very useful in situations such as this, but even so, being able to recall dying close to two million times wasn't very pleasant at all, especially his predecessor's death, which was not pleasant in the least. Still retaining perfect calm, Odeicyo, still fending off the floods with the Raegalion, pulled forth a soggy barstool, extracted the water molecules from deep within the cushion and wood, and took a seat, looking calmly at Reforge as if he were merely engaging in pleasant conversation with him instead of attempting to drown a dozen disgruntled patrons.

[Grace Falls]

Scorge was flying high up in the sky, gently gliding within the clouds, of course for he was one at this time. There wasn't anything interesting at all down below, maybe a few oasis here and there but really nothing much to see. The wasteland is such a boring sight and quite pitiful too. As Scorge was passing through what appeared to be a deserted town, a man flying out through a bar caught his attention. Still peering down below, he saw what he assumed to be the man who did it, a shady guy with a tattered coat.

Scorge himself in his cloud form started bringing in the electric charges and shot himself in front of the bar in a small lightning bolt. The high amount of energy allowed him to quickly shift himself into his human body. He saw a pitiful guy sitting down blowing a cigarette. Whatever, he was nothing to him anyway. Scorge went in the tavern starving...

[Ubiquity]

"That took a bit longer than I expected, " Reforge said as the guardian stepped into the half ruined tavern. The bubbling of water had decreased to about 50 percent of what was first being used by this time, but it was still a bit much. Already he could tell that the guardian was just like the others in their sect, probably doing something or other and dabbling in past memories trying to find out as much as possible about Reforge so that he might have the upper hand if trouble wee to arise; a pointless allocation in retrospect.

"Come, come, now, Reforge; is all of this really necessary?" Timed a a little under two minutes before he actually said anything, Reforge turned to the guardian and gave him a bored expression and then nodded as all of the water that had once been used to harm, was absorbed into a single spot somewhere else inside the tavern as the door swung open and another patron ran off.

A snicker came from the back on the Tavern where a semi-deranged was woman was trying to hide, but her occasional mumbling gave her away. She let out a light shriek before a rather unpleasant gurgling then tearing sound came from her direction......."Oh well, she should have ran with the others."

[Ordeith]

Odeicyo's nose crinkled briefly in disgust as the half-drunken tavern wench literally burst apart in a way not unlike a water balloon, her body swelling with too immense quantities of water for the human body to hold, and was torn in two by the rising pressure within her innerds. Shaking his head, he turned away from the watery slaughter and once more addressed Reforge. "A lowly and disgusting creature without a doubt, but is that really reason enough for all of this killing? Or does this provide you with some distracted amusement? I suppose that I myself would resort to more barbaric practices for entertainment after living for such an extensive period of time; immortality must have it drawbacks, certainly?" He glanced about at the carnage and destruction the avatar had leashed upon the small tavern, which would most likely have to be torn down. Not that such a vile establishment held any significant value to him whatsoever, but it all seemed very unnecessary to him.

Odeicyo turned back to the avatar, and for a moment peered deeply into his lime-colored pools streaked starkly with blue, searching for any deeper emotion behind the avatar's apparent boredom. His own face revealed no signs of concentration or any intent deeper than a brief conversation with the avatar. Deeper and deeper his grey eyes bored into Reforge's recording every small detail he observed as a mental note. Surely there must be more to this man than shallow amusement, Odeicyo thought silently to himself. All the while, his face appeared a black mask devoid of any emotion other than earnest interest at what the avatar was going to say next.

[Ubiquity]

If it was so true that this man was a guardian he should have better information on what he spoke of. "Well you are a bit off on what you say, but I suppose that the guardians would be, along with even the others such as myself." Reforge merely let his eyes wander dully around the establishment before smiling a little and turning away and rolling his eyes. The thought that the guardian was doing more than just look at Reforge didn't bother him, but it certainly was an alert for the seriousness of the situation that could be at hand.

"The avatars are not exactly people at this time, and they shouldn't be for some time. It is rather simple. Long ago the avatars were sealed and selected a certain rite that would later be passed down unto a select human." Reforge pointed to the area next to him and Fortinbras materialized. "That as you know is an Ironclad, which in actuality would be the avatar itself because the powers that were unlocked work through such a weapon along with the avatar's spirit."

The weapon remained in the same spot as Reforge walked to the door, but then followed. "Take a stroll with me." He exited shortly after saying this.

[KurtZisa]

Quite fortunately, the explosion didn't even scratched the white steel finish of his mechanized limbs. He brushed himself up and then wrapped himself up with the red cloak, now more tattered than ever causing it to shrink down with prominent burn marks on it. But Alt knew that if he stepped on that mine, it could have triggered a signal to the UAM headquarters. Which means he muh get the hell out of there before anything uglier happens to him.

He turned the other direction, the sight of the towering Ultralopolis disgusts Alt to the core. Seeing the people from that shithole makes him vomit his brains out because the people there are worst than the mutated creatures lurking outside its barriers. After a few hours of trekking the vastness of the desert, he finally encounters yet another slum section. But upon arriving there, he felt that something's not right. He could smell the scent of murder and bloodshed somewhere around the area. And if that's not enough, the whole section was deserted, possibly the people have evacuated because of UAM raid.

As he took a few more steps, he saw a body of an exile living in the slum section. "Hey! hey! you okay? what happened here?" no good. He's dead. He observed further the body and from the looks of it, the exile was brutally drowned to death judging from the moisture seeping out from his eyes and ears. He was drowned from the inside out. But who would do such a thing? As he layed eyes on the tavern, his scar from the right side of his face suddenly ached. Which means something ugly is about to happen.

He stood up and looked closely at the tavern. He refuse to come inside. Who or whatever it is inside that tavern, he didn't wanna know first hand.