dear_mun | An old muse reawakens as mun watches Soul Eater

[The ground shakes as the burly armor clad man walks along...and then he stops his tracks.]

Can it be? After traveling for so long and so far, have I finally found it? Is this the blade of legend?

[It occurs to him as odd that it would simply lay on the ground but...it matches the description of the sword that the locals had been talking about. But what of the great warrior they said was wielding it?]

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[Yes, the Sword of Patriots, Conquerors, Heroes, Saviors, it lays at your feet, Gilgamesh. Take it. There are no warriors watching from the shadows waiting as if to protect the blade should its foil appear, what are you talking about? Take the blade, Gilgamesh. You know you want it. Your lust for power, your thirst for blades, has brought you to the ultimate one. Take it and your place among legend!]

[Gilgamesh is just shy of drooling as he gazes upon the sword. Part of him suspects this may not be Excalibur, but a master swordsman like him can feel the power radiating from it. And the craftsmanship! He's never seen a sword quite like this! And it was his for the taking.

Wait...]

NO NO NO! THIS IS ALL WRONG! I CAN'T JUST PICK UP A SWORD LIKE THIS OFF THE GROUND! A SWORD LIKE THIS NEEDS TO BE WON IN BATTLE, OR AT LEAST CLAIMED AT THE END OF A GLORIOUS QUEST!

[He frowns and plops down on his rear end, cross legged and cross armed. Where was this sword's owner! He couldn't take it without beating them!]

[He's on to you, Soul Edge. Raphael knows what you're plotting.]

[~~He's half expecting Siegfried to be lurking nearby.~~]

Well, isn't this pitiful. A sword with no master.

[Well, the corpse that is currently serving as Nightmare is lurking in the shadows, but so long as Soul Calibur doesn't show up, he will remain nice and quiet. The blade has grown tired of being held by a lifeless corpse. It needs someone with better reflexes if the Spirit Sword is to be defeated.]

[Come on, Raphael. You know you want to touch it.]

[How about not. He's had enough experience with Soul Edge by proxy, dammit, he's not about to play puppet to a hunk of possessed metal.]

[At least, not without some serious temptation.]

[Soul Edge can sense the tainted ambition, and its eye snaps open, boring into Raphael's very soul. Such a tasty one at that.]

[This is the Sword of Heroes, Raphael. With it in hand you can accomplish whatever your heart's desire. Fame? Fortune? Glory? The power to be together with your precious Amy without fear of anyone coming between you again? All you have to do is take up the blade, and your deepest desires will be within your reach.]

[Fame, he could not care any less for; fortune and glory, were equally undesirable.]

[But as he stares into the sword's piercing gaze, he feels that small longing, deep in his being, and his eyes almost glaze over.]

[Amy. A new world, for me and her, within reach... if I just take that blade...]

[A gloved hand reaches out, hesitantly, but is just as quickly pulled back.]

[No. No, he remembers now, there was something beyond Soul Edge, something stronger, something that undid all of his careful plans of malfestation—]

... Loathsome thing. [He folds his hands, that cool, haughty expression on his features again.] You almost had me.

Edited (:T DW why are you not letting me change my icon) 2014-07-29 22:47 (UTC)

[A pity, really. Raphael boasted a speed that his current form and puppet couldn't quite match. The eye snaps open, and a thought passes through Raphael's head in a foreign voice.]

[If you will not serve, you will feed.]

[An instant later Nightmare bursts from the shadows, mutated hand outstretched for Raphael's midsection.]

[You tried once before, and failed.]

[As the demonic-seeming appendage moves towards the fencer, he leaps back, drawing his blade in a fluid, elegant motion; then, in a movement that seems as natural as breathing, the blade darts forward, aiming for Soul Edge's eye.]

[As Raphael retreats, Nightmare takes up his master, spinning and bringing the blade to parry the thrust. Of course that means that the rapier finds its mark. Blood trickles from the eye, but that doesn't seem to stop Nightmare.]

[A soul as tainted as yours.. a blade twisted by such selfish ambition... one who bears the taint of malfestation... MY taint could never destroy me!]

[Nightmare twists the blade with the rapier still in its eye, leaning into a shoulder charge.]

[To an entity that possesses an especially sensitive ability to perceive souls and a paranoia that leaves him suspicious of everything, Asura is not fooled for a second.

In a cloak of swirling, black smoky tendrils that imitate eyes for split seconds before fading, only to be replaced by more as it endlessly reappears, Asura dramatically looms over the sword.]

Like a vortex, drawing everything in to their oblivion... What a wonderful thing to behold.

[As soon as the words were spoken, the eye on the blade snaps open, and a large figure in the shadows shifts, two red dots glowing ominously.]

[Like speaking to a kindred spirit, the eye shifts and pierces into Asura's form. Almost... fascinated with the sheer power of the souls Asura held. It's a a feeling the blade hasn't felt since Cervantes held the twin blades... almost... a feeling of completeness.]

Ke-ke-ke... [Asura's own bizarre shadows moves independently of his physical form, extending behind him to several times his own length, growing several extra arms and showing off its own illogical red glow. In his case, in a set of three.]

Making eyes at me already, are we? It has been some time since I've had a weapon partner...

[Thanks to his perceptive abilities, communication is relatively easy between them in a general sense. Soul Edge doesn't need to speak, it just needs to think and feel.]

I don't mind you making an appeal for me to wield you. Go ahead and express yourself.

[The eye on the blade narrows slightly in a mouthless smirk.]

[Express myself? Gladly.]

[The shadows move again, and the azure clad knight stepped forward, twisted and mutated talons reaching for the hilt of the blade and grasping it lovingly. As soon as the knight touches the blade, its aura flares as it roars for an instant, ripping at the very air.]

[Come then, brother. Let us see the weight of our harvest.]

[Bursting into a joyful shriek of laughter, Asura seems to find the idea of clashing with an undead monster controlled by a demonic weapon to be delightful. Mouth revealed by the movements of his jaw, his wide smile is obvious throughout the laughter. Though as it continues, the shriek of laughter devolves merely into a shriek, filled with terror.]

So you're able to swing yourself? What a frightful creature! [Though spoken in earnest fear, by the next time he speaks he has become so smoothly spoken it comes across as sarcasm.] I'm trembling down to my bones.

[His fighting stance is a limp armed slouch, apparently so comfortable in combat he can take up the pose without worry.] You're the weapon here, so it's common sense to value you on how destructive you can be. Go ahead and go wild, I'm waiting.

[The undead warrior shifts the hilt into his untwisted hand, lunging forward and aiming his taloned fist at Asura's face, eye on the sword twisting madly in its socket.]

[I can smell your fear, taste it's power. Fear and hunger go hand-in-hand, brother. Defeat this golem, take my hilt, and I will feed your terror as you feed my thirst! Together, time will have no meaning, death will lose its sting, and all will know none can stand before our might!]

[Asura doesn't bother to block or dodge. The blow smacks him square in the face, his upper body swinging backwards to crash into the floor. Though as evidence that it wasn't truly a dangerous attack, his feet remain firmly planted in place. He stays in that ridiculous position for a second before whipping back up, his fist raised.

It looks like he's going for a counter blow, but in reality Asura aims to grab hold of the horn on the armour in order to toss the golem into the air. If that's successful, a little juggling by slapping it around with the many scarves at his disposal seems a good combo.]

Yah-hahaha! You're good at whispering sweet words, but I'm already hungry by myself! Prove you're hungrier!

[The golem doesn't react nearly fast enough to avoid the attacks, though there seems to be a sort amused hum from the beast as Asura issued his command. As if in response, another eye opened on the blade, followed by another, and another, each hit awakening an eye until the length of the blade was almost covered in eyes.]

[My hunger knows no bounds, and neither does the terror I bring!]

[Once the final blow lands, flames erupt from the back of the golem's body forming wings as the armor shrouding its form twists and blackens, forming into a truly hideous beast. The eyes close, all save two, one on each side of the blade, and in a flash of light even the area around them dissolves, forming a perfect circle adrift in a chaotic void of light and shadow.]

[I am strength. I am hunger. I am terror. I AM SOUL EDGE!]

[If nothing else, Soul Edge has proven beyond a doubt that it is a weapon that matches his sense of style. So many eyes, all of them just as terrifying as the last.

Watching the world dissolve a gigantic aura of fear surrounds him... but when does it not? Within their small circle that represented Hell on Earth as a reflection of their souls- in both the sense of their own and those that they had collected.]

You... truly are.

[A shocked, uneasy look gave way to a simple, friendly smile. What a wonderful thing, to have found something so horrible. The entity's decision to call Asura 'brother' didn't seem so strange, really.

Despite his suddenly supreme serene attitude, he had no desire to end their match to prove one another's worth. Clapping his hands together to form an intricate combination of energy spheres that linked into a large pair of eyes. It took only a second to gather the power to fire a pair of beams at the new form of his sparring partner.]

How grand you are!

[The newly formed Night Terror charges straight into the beams, causing a nice explosion, only for the beast to emerge from the other side of the cloud of smoke, swinging the blade at Asura's midsection, the demonic warrior roaring as he did.]

[Well now, that's certainly surprising. Just wading through those was more than Asura was expecting. Thankfully for him, his defensive measures would have been to stand still and get attacked anyway.

With a noise like a gong being run, Asura takes the blow. Without being cut he is flung aside without much concern on his face. Using the tips of his fingers to grind across the floor he reorientates himself upright, squatted down with his forearms on his knees. Expecting Night Terror to charge again, his scarves seemingly randomly lie around him from his lowered position, but in actuality are in place to rise up and smack him away.]

[The instant the the blow hits, Night Terror vanishes, replaced by something truly infernal. A skull, two taloned legs up to the shin, and two forearms appearing to be made of chitin connected by a body of flames wielding the sword appears in his place for the brief instant the blow connects.]

[When he lands, he stalks toward Asura, slowly, like a predator stalking his prey, hunting for a meal - the tastiest meal of all. The blade drags on the ground, a metallic grinding echoing softly as he advanced.]

[You have two options, at this juncture. Take up the blade and feed my hunger and reap the souls of all who cross your path... or you will feed the hunger with your own soul, and those you have consumed.]

Did you... Just... tell me what to do? Did you try to limit me? Did you think I can't do whatever I desire?

[Standing up slowly, Asura's smile was gone. Evidentially, he really dislikes it when people try to give him orders or even limit his options. He stalks right back towards his sparring partner, but stops himself a few steps out of sword range.

At which point he pukes out his own weapon with a 'uwargh' and unleashes a second enormous blast, this one vastly more dangerous than the first. And it's just covering fire to distract, so he can rush in to attempt grabbing again, this time aiming to slam his opponent back and forth over his head.]

[...That is one UGLY chunk of metal.]

[It doesn't have to be. It can be whatever you desire. A staff? Rapier? Even a pair of nice perfectly fitting gloves. All you need to do is reach out and touch it, Gouki. Your thirst for battle and strong opponents will be well within your reach.]

[Take up the Sword of Conquerors and every warrior that stands at the pinnacle of their craft will clamor to fight you.]

[As if they don't already!

He can FEEL you, sword. He can feel you trying to suck him in, trying to call to him through a power that's oh-so similar, almost HEAR your temptations on the wind... And he abruptly vanished.]

[And then returned, with an odd scaffolding array that he began to set up above the twisted demon-sword. And for some reason, there's also a jug...]

[The eye on the blade snaps open, looking curiously at the scaffolding array. The puppet it has waiting in the shadows does not move for the moment. After all, if there's any chance Akuma will take it up, it will try to exploit it. If not, Nightmare is perfectly positioned for a sneak attack behind the raging demon.]

[He'll coax the thing's puppet out soon enough with this, he's sure. But now is the time for testing, to see just what the little trinket can do...

And with the scaffold set up, the jug set in place precisely over said blade's eye, the trial can begin.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

By the way, isn't it just the perfect touch that he's using SALT water for this Chinese Water Torture variation? Should be most enlightening to find out what this thing can do about it.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip...]

[At first, the blade was expecting a sealing ritual of some sort. Some sort of purifying rite that a certain Ninja clan would likely attempt to use. As soon as it was revealed to be simple salt water, the eye simply closed. You're going to have to do better than that, Akuma. It waited for hundreds of years to be found by Cervantes. Patience is easy when you're an eternal demon blade, after all.]

[He wondered if that would be the case; simple is well worth trying, but hardly worth relying on.

Just a moment... ah, he's back now.

So, what's your reaction when the jug is swapped with one dripping holy water?

Drip.

Drip.

Drip...]

[Holy water? Really? Some old man talks at a puddle and that's supposed to give it power? Not even Hephaestus used water that was any different than normal water at his forge. The eye just opened again, half lidded for a second and rolled in its socket before shutting once again. Besides, after devouring the souls of thousands of clergy from every faith, he's kind of built up an immunity.]

[Now that is interesting. Something sanctified vs something so obviously and fundamentally impure, and that's the reaction? This is getting curious. Hold on, he needs to consult with someone.]

[He's back!

And you know, it's funny what the sword thought about Hephaestus' forge, because Hephaestus disagrees. It's a MUCH fancier container Akuma's got now, forged bronze chased intricately with silver; a more substantial weight on the scaffold as well, but Akuma builds well if he bothers to build at all.

And yes, getting water that Hephaestus himself infused with power did in fact cost him, but Akuma's a stubborn demon. Eyeroll this, you parasitic crutch of a combat tool.

DRIP!]

[Okay, that? That is annoying as hell. Seriously, right in the eye. With a grunt, Nightmare will come lurking from his place in the shadows. However, he won't be attacking. He reaches for the hilt with the intent of standing it up on its end to cease the idiotic trials.]

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[And will be catching a vigorous roundhouse kick to the face! It's meant to send him flying, and so has a little more curl to it to avoid just tearing his head off from the tremendous force of it.

And all the while, Akuma is still looking directly at the sword.] Really.

[DRIP.

DRIP.]

[The puppet takes kick, and slides backward a few feet, but doesn't allow that to deter it either. Once it regains its footing, he stomps forward once more, this time sinking his taloned hand into the ground before reaching for the hilt of the blade once more.]

[Really.]

[Hmm, that would have launched an armored car at least half a mile... this only denoted good things in his mind.

Akuma's lips curled back from his pointed teeth, even as he moved to interpose himself between the puppet and string-puller; to catch at its outreaching hand only to twist and PUSH, meaning to keep the thing off-balance and away.

He may have no notion of the thing's insides and is surely making no assumptions based on human anatomy, but a sword was made for men and that implied a few things- while an extended arm was leverage no matter what sort of creature it belonged to.]

[The golem is flung back from the force of the shove, its rooted arm causing it to spin. However, it uses that momentum to rip up the chunk of earth it was holding onto, spinning and using it as a club to strike at the fighter's face.]

[Finally.

One of Akuma's hands released the puppet's own, glowing with magenta ki as it blurred to smash apart the clod of dirt before it could ruin anything, the punch whiffing over Nightmare's shoulder and past its helmeted head...

Before he crooked his arm, and SLAMMED an elbow down at the creature with enough force to pulverize a house. Don't want it to get a chance to interfere with the scaffold, after all. Speaking of which, isn't that stuff just SO refreshing?

Drip.

Drip.]

[The ground buckles and breaks under Nightmare's feet, and the golem is forced to his knees under the impact. However, after a moment, the twisted hand swiped upward in an attempt to drive him away from the cursed blade.]

[By the way, this? This is freaking annoying as hell.]

[Deadpool nearly spits out his Cherry Mountain Dew!]

Alright, free demon sword!

[He's gonna cast aside his oversized styrofoam cup and grab this sword off the ground without hesitation and hug it. He's even rubbing his cheek against it.]

I'm gonna take him home and hug him and squeeze him and call him George and love him forever and ever.

[Normally, this would be the point when the voices would take hold in a person's mind, drive them insane, and turn them into a puppet for the blade, but every attempt to gain a foothold in the man's mind only... slipped. Never before had it encountered such a jagged and slippery soul. No, this would not do. This madman could not be manipulated and driven to the insatiable thirst...]

[With a speed that seemed unnatural for someone as heavily armored as a knight of his size, Nightmare bursts from the shadows, taloned hand extended with the intent on closing on the merc's head and ripping the sword from his grasp.]

[Yep, that's Deadpool brain for you. Slippery as a greased eel this one. Actually, those Soul Edge voices might find a few others waiting to throw them a surprise party.

WELCOME ABOARD, NEW ROOMIES!]

... and we'll go to the park, and the water slides, and we'll have snow cones. Oh, and then we'll snuggle up on the couch and watch American Idol.

[He probably has more to say but it gets lost in muffles when Nightmare's big monster hand closes around his head. Doesn't mean he's shutting up though, or making it easy for the demon knight to grab his new sword by the way he's flailing around like a psycho.

At least until he gets that sawed off shotgun from somewhere and jams it into one of the gaps of Nightmare's armor to let him have it with both barrels.]

[That definitely knocks the golem off balance. Firearms are still a new concept to the sword. That said, the armor-clad mutant toesn't relent in its attempt to grab the sword away from Wade. Usually amoral madmen were great puppets, but... there just wasn't any more room in this man's mind for a voice of madness.]

Mmmrrffff hrmrffff mrrrhrrmrrrrfff--!

[Yep, still blabbering away and also flailing wildly. At least it looks like wild flailing but he sure is doing a good job keeping his new sword away from Sir Grabsalot here.]

HRRRRMMMRRRRRRRRRRFFFFF~!

[And then there's a series of beeps as the anti-personnel charges he'd been busily sticking all over Nightmare blow.]

[The blasts fling Nightmare away, but it's far from defeated and will be launching himself from the rubble he found himself buried in, once again attempting to take the blade from Deadpool while at the same time attempting to gore the merc with the horn on its helm.]

An old muse reawakens as mun watches Soul Eater

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Apologies if I remember Raph wrong. I'm rusty on his motivations. >.>

Eh, close enough. Amy's always in mind XD

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WOW, NIGHTMARE, RUDE

SINCE WHEN HAS NIGHTMARE EVER BEEN POLITE!?

Couldn't resist.

I JUST saw "Battle of the Gods" too. :3

Such a good anime. I play from the manga primarily, but I'll admit the show is better overall.

I'm on the episode regarding Arachne now.

Oh, her introduction is so boss. Such a classy lady.

She so is. Something about the spider motif is just so sexy.

You'll get no argument from me. I adore the elegant, mature air she has.

Yes and she's nowhere near Medusa's level of creepy.

Oh, I don't know, they both have their moments. (eveyone in SE is creepy in their own special way)

Heh. They really are.

I do appreciate the fact the entire cast is nuts in one way or another.

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