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| Medivh | Apr 15 2009, 08:05 AM Post #1 |
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Half-Boiled Detective
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Kouki grumbled as he stumbled his way up the mountain behind his master, the latter who, somehow, had no trouble walking right up the face of even the steepest cliffs..... Stupid shrine at the top of the stupid mountain. Stupid mountain being on a campus full of stupid superpowered kids. Stupid superpowered kids wanting to fight Master. Stupid Master breaking their arms and making him, Kouki, drag their unconcious bodies to the nurse's office. Yes, Kouki's master, while roughly two days older than dirt and three days younger than stone, was not one to be messed with. Especially if they had known his true purpose. True, his garb had marked him as a temple priest, but that wasn't exactly the old man's profession. Those that were in the know knew this, and stayed out of the man's way. "Ahhhh...we've arrived!" the master smiled, flipping his long white beard over his shoulder. Yes, he was the epitome of an old kung-fu master, and for good reason. Kouki crawled over the final ridge, hefting their bags onto blissfully flat ground and scrambled up himself, breathing heavy. "Shouldn't we have hired someone from down there to carry the stuff?" he asked, breathing heavy. Manual labor was not the kind of thing his people did. "You're old, and even I'm a hundred and twelve years old. Don't you think we've both earned it?" "How do you expect to be a Gatekeeper with such an attitude?" his master questioned, looking back at him. "Sorry, master." Kouki apologized, bowing in the man's direction as he began to walk. Kouki snatched up their belongings and quickly followed after his master, only to run straight into the master's extended arm as they approached the gate of the shrine. Ah the ancient Torii.....the massive structure that marked the area as holy ground. Like many this gate was once a bright red, however the elements had dulled that color, turning it orange. Most of it was decently kept enough, though Kouki noticed that the upper reaches required some work. He kept his mouth shut about that. After all, if he mentioned something, it would be he who would be volunteered to fix such a thing. "You should know better than to just run through such a gate!" the master remarked, smacking Kouki on the nose and sending him flying back a few feet. "It is most dangerous for those who cannot see....like you." "sorry, master." Kouki apologized again, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "but one day I do hope that I can see the things you're talking about..." "One day you will." the master nodded, helping Kouki up. Despite doing things like making him carry the luggage and smacking him around, the master did believe in his student. However...dim he was. "Of that, I'm sure." Kouki smiled and set off after his master, the two carefully heading around the great arch and to the shrine proper.... MEANWHILE..... Yomi stunk. There was really no other way to put it. it stank. Literally. It smelled like death and decay. and not the plesant kind of death that you smell when a body's decomposition is held back by the efforts of funerary specialists. We're talking the just so wonderful smell of rotting flesh, maggots, and other unspeakable things. It was in every bit of the air, the very oxygen exuded the smell. Why? Well, it could be because of the dead souls shuffling about, their corpses eternally rotting. Or the thick fog generated by the strange beasts that were even worse than the corpses. Or the great rush of the Sanzu River which, unless we're quite mistaken judging by the crimson waters, was filled with blood. Yes, it was quite a hell. Yet it was still, in some ways, a home. Home to relatively few, but still a home. One of these few denizens was perched atop a throne. A throne of bones....a bone-throne. No, it wasn't Richard the Warlock, but it was someone possibly quite as evil, quite as ruthless. It was a fox. A black fox, to be exact. Black with bright red eyes. He merely sat there, swishing his tail back and forth. Craning his head towards the heavens, he sniffed, then promptly put his head down and pawed at his nose with a paw, his eyes shut tight. He'd almost gotten used to the smell, but somehow it was different when you were trying to catch a scent. "CURSE THIS PLACE!" the fox remarked loudly. "damn the Elders for putting me here...." "Something bothers little master?" A deep and, from any distance within hearing, stupid voice inquired. A hulking creature emerged from the darkness. A great abomination of flesh and metal, with war-clubs for fists, cleavers running down it's spine, some kind of disturbing creature built for war... "Just the usual, Krunk." the fox sighed. He knew not the creature's true name, nor did he particularly care. He sat, thinking for a bit.... "....we must leave this place, Krunk." the fox decided. "I must have my revenge. That world will be mine." "correct Krunk if Krunk is wrong..." the abomination began. "but master can undo magic thingie that keeps master and Krunk here. why master and Krunk not out already?" "Because of the Gatekeeper, you moron..." the fox sighed. "Remember? the old man who reduced you to a pile of flesh on the ground the last time?" Judging by Krunk's reaction, he DID remember... "Old bastard! Krunk remembers him!" Krunk confirmed. "Krunk had to be sewn back up for two whole weeks after old bastard!" "Yes, I remember watching the maidens do it..." the fox grumbled. The procedure had certainly turned his stomach enough. "As it stands the only people I can eject from Yomi are humans, and they're transformed into beasts after five minutes here." "Maybe master can use puny humans to crush Gatekeeper?" Krunk suggested tentatively. He was aware of his master's temper at what the master called 'stupid ideas'. "....I knew there was I reason I gave you a brain, Krunk." the fox remarked quietly. While he was calm on the outside, inside his brain the fox was ecstatic. Yes! For once Krunk had used that bit of flesh between his ears and come up with something not entirely idiotic! Humans, even ones that became beasts of Yomi, returned to looking like humans after they left Yomi. They could get close to that accursed Gatekeepr....close enough to murder him. THEN they'd be free. Oh yes. Free to take revenge, free to ravage the world.... "Krunk..." the fox called, not looking at his query. "bring me the mirror. I need to find a suitable candidate to put our plan into motion...." |
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| Carniku | Apr 15 2009, 06:32 PM Post #2 |
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the eternal badass
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The Miyagi Gokoku Shrine was not completely empty as a young man sat with a stack of newspapers and a magnifying glass just outside the entrance to the main building. He had the newspapers as his boss had commanded him to find evidence for an attack by mysterious monsters 30 years ago, which was a fool's errand as they were filled with announcements that mysterious men on bikes dispatched them all. He growled and examined the magnifying glass. The print was fine on the papers, he just had it so everyone would KNOW that he was doing some detective work and not to bother him. This man is Kouji Kato, otherwise known as Kamen Rider Revo, the former Kamen Rider Akuma, and a pretty good detective working for Mr Ganshima in Domino Town. With a final exasperated grunt, he chucked the magnifying glass away and got up, stretching his arms over his head and chucking away his bright orange jacket. He dug around in his pocket and when he couldn't find it there in his bag to find two things. Firstly his phone, still no messages but he had some signal strangely enough, and the Twist Render, a strange highly advanced piece of technology that looked like a Yo-yo. He looked at the two items and wondered if it would have been better if he could combine the Yo-yo's function with the phones. But decided it would be ridiculous and tossed the phone meaninglessly back into his backpack. Strolling out into a fairly open space, he slipped the ring of the yo-yo onto his hand and tested out the spin a few times. Feeling confident he tried a simple 'walk the dog' trick and at the end flicked it upwards sharply. If he could do it at speed that might be an effective attack, he toyed with the yo-yo a while longer, watching it go up and down, before suddenly shooting it directly forward where it span in place, held up by its own momentum at the end of the string, before zooming back into his palm with a loud smack "Huh... that actually IS a pretty good tactic" he mumbled to himself as he wondered whether or not to fetch the belt too. |
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