OOC: Still confused, but I'll go along with it... BIC: Novice got up off of the floor of his room and spat a bit of blood into a nearby trash bin. It couldn't be happening already could it? As he tried to walk towards a nearby exit, he stumbled and had to grab onto the coffee table for support. due to his specific abilities, this.. ...'wave' would affect him the most.
OOC: ......What the hell? Don't get me wrong. That wasn't a bad post, but...What the hell?
Xane managed to maneuver around the blasts and reach Adumbral, elbowing him in the face. *** Odin looked gloomily over the body of his fallen son. He had not spoken for quite some time. The other gods hadn't either. Thor, then asked the question they'd all been thinking. "Father. What should we do about the tournament?" he asked. "....It must be canceled," Odin sighed. "But for now, we must bury your brother."
"That works," Xane commented. "Now for the attack...."
"Got a plan, old man?" Xane asked Darxess.
OOC: I'm getting the feeling that Adumbral is slightly insane... BIC: "You're, the one with all of the energy powers. So I'd say this is pretty even," Xane commented.
While still on the phone, xane ducked the slice and gave Adumbral an uppercut to the chin.
"You want a fight?" Xane asked. "I'll be happy to give you one!" Xane then proceeded to leap in the air and kick Adumbral in the chest.
Ha! Go ahead and try! See if you survive the experience!!!
OOC: ....Maybe I should've thought of something to post first... Just kiddin'. BIC: In an office far away from most of the busy happenings of the streets, a member of the Brotherhood was busy searching through files. The file cabinet had been torn apart and papers were spread throughout the room, as Ravakov voraciously searched for what he needed. Ravakov was the definition of relentless. If he needed something, he would stop at nothing to get it....Short of crossing Scourge, of course. Finally! a breakthrough! Ravakov pulled up a large manila folder from the remains of the file cabinet. The Virus. Perfect. Scourge was in need of information such as this. But....It couldn't help to take a peak. Ravakov always was in pursuit of knowledge. He wondered why a precious U.P.A document such as this, was this classified. Most of the higher-ups couldn't even get within three feet of this file. So, Ravakov decided that it wouldn't hurt to take a peak. The file started with a relatively boring introduction to the Virus. Ravakov skipped that part. It was common knowledge. At least to him, anyway. Then the info started to get a little more recent, such as how the U.P.A foolishly released the Virus on the Worlds once more. Then he read about the Virus' encounters with the Ultimate Organization. This led to several sub categories, such as Hojan, Vecked, and Tul Raijin. He knew in detail about Tul Raijin's ambitious, but futile, attempt at claiming the Virus' power. Perhaps if he passed the test, he would able to elaborate on what drove him to do such a moronic thing. Then he got to what he wanted to see. The file on the four 'gods'. Three of them were currently dead, so he supposed that they were just given that as a title. Fuujin. Destroyed by Ultimate Organization fighter, Xegreny. C.A. Destroyed by Ultimate Organization ally, Mellodia. Wukong. Destroyed by his own brothers after betraying them for the Ultimate Organization. Why he did so is a mystery. Did he grow dissatisfied with the Virus, or was it some personal reason? At any rate, the information on the fourth 'god' was limited. But it was enough. Ravakov stacked the files in his briefcase before departing through the elevator. As he did, he passed by several U.P.A guards, eliminating them swiftly. "I am sorry, friends. It vas nothing personal," He commented as he reached a sleek black Gummi Ship. As he sat in the cockpit, he pulled up a screen on the computer. "This is Brotherhood member, Ravakov. Proceeding to transfer data. I vould like this exchange to be quick, eh? I have business elsewhere..." *** Memories flooded through his dreams, as he slept. Novice shot back up from his sleep. He was growing tired of waiting. The tournament's final moments would be here soon and he didn't want to miss it. *** "This enough?" Loki asked the U.P.A official. "Er, yes," the official paused. "We appreciate this contribution you've made to the U.P.A. We've needed more funding than ever, since Richards' death. Now, what would you like in return." "I need you to take on a simple hit," Loki smiled. "On the warrior named, Balder." "Balder? Aren't you two related?" the official asked. "Not directly," Loki shrugged. "So are you going to do it or not? "Sure. I was just curious," the official sniffed. "But before we proceed....May I ask why?" "The tournament will be over soon," Loki paused. "I'd just like it to go out with a bang. Catch my drift?" The official nodded and muttered something into a walkie-talkie. A U.P.A hit man, aimed his U.P.A standard rifle at his prey. *** The Norse gods were doing their standard feasting and fighting, at the gates of Asgard. Odin was busy handling tournament affairs, so Thor took the throne for the time being. Heimdall stood at the gates, always looking out for any possible enemy attacks. Nothing would get by him. It was said that he could even hear grass growing, so it didn't take long for him to hear something whizzing by from afar. Heimdall turned his head. It sounded like....A bullet? Heimdall rushed through the gates, pushing back past all of the other warriors. "Incoming! Everyone has to-..." Heimdall paused as he was too late. His brother, Balder, lay on the ground, dead...
OOC: Also another great post. Nulix is on a roll lately...And Jaxed logs off really quickly...
OOC: ...Uh...Sure, Jaxed. J/K. Anyway, I suppose Darxess isn't doing much at the moment. I have some random plots, that might not contribute to the overall story, that Darxess can be in...
OOC: Informative. I have nothing to do now, so...
OOC: Ah. Where is he now anyway?
OOC: Need Nulix to meet up with anyone? I can arrange that...Is he on the light side of the worlds or the dark?
OOC: Then why aren't you online now? XP
OOC: He sent the same one to both of us...
OOC: Yup. Looks like you're the mastermind. That reminds me...Did you get Nulix's pm that he sent to us?
OOC: Nulix may be the weakest member, but he pulls off some cool stuff. Like that. If only you'd stay online...
"Uh, sure," Xane shrugged, leaning back to avoid the sword. "So what's the plan?" Xane asked Xegreny.
