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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 21:26:27 GMT -5
Somewhere in the Diablo Desert of Earth...A tumbleweed rolls down the street in the sun beaten excuse for a town. Located in the heart of the Diablo Desert, the quiet hole-in-the-wall was most notable for being the last place for a cold drink and a warm bed before traversing hundreds of miles of scorching desert countryside. First built centuries ago as a railroad switching station, the village grew as trains brought settlers into the heart of the burning desert to stake their claim seeking gold and silver in the rolling hills. When the gold rush ended, there was little reason to stay in the deserts, and many said the only people that remained behind were those too stubborn to leave. Nowadays the town makes its living mostly selling fuel, food, and water to travelers passing through. A quiet life, a sleepy town, a content people. The locals keep to themselves, but don't shy away from violence. Bar fights are common, often settled at the barrel of a gun. Bandits roam the countryside, though they give the town a wide berth. They've long since learned the travelers coming to and from are easier targets than a whole town of well armed locals with a bone to pick. Within the small watering hole there is little of note. A single saloon sits on main street, across from the general store. The saloon doubles as an inn, with rooms for rent on the second floor. The general store sells everything from water canteens to gallons of fuel, to saddlebags and revolvers. A small bank sits next to the sheriff's office, the latter doubling as the county jail. A few drunks from the latest round of bar quarrels are usually found sleeping there on the hard mats. Most of the locals still stick to riding horses, despite advances in technology elsewhere on earth. The fearsome desert sands clog engines and jam rotors, causing capsule craft to be a mechanical liability. Aside from a number of residential homes and an old railroad station that's fallen into disuse, there's little else of note in the sleepy desert town. Well, save for one thing that is. There is a small antique shop called "Cuadro Joya" sits next to the general goods store. Unassuming from the outside, an old tomcat sleeps on a grain barrel on the porch out front. Inside his equally old owner sits at his counter, polishing a supposed crystal ball once owned by a powerful witch. His store is filled with antique curiosities, a mismatched collection of things inherited from his grandfather, collected in the travels of his youth, or purchased off mysterious stranger. The shop keep sets aside the crystal ball, giving it a once over to see if its up to his standards. After a brief smile, he sets it back in the case under the counter, sighing as he thinks to himself it'll be another slow day. It's been a while since he had a customer, and the thing keeping him most busy lately has been keeping his collection dust free in his one man war against the desert sands that always seemed to creep in under the door. A part of him wishes something interesting would happen, if only to break the monotony of his retirement from adventuring. And that... is where our story begins.
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Post by Vaxa on Nov 26, 2018 22:06:38 GMT -5
Just outside of the town, a weird purple light was coming from behind a rock. The light started to get brighter and brighter before a white flash came from it. When the light died down, in the middle of the light was a seemingly young boy, with a pillow in his hand. "Have to get up early to search for this stuff. Probably shouldn't have been drinking that stuff anyway, they told me it can cause you to do stuff you regret, and now I regret it," the child said. He threw the pillow behind him, but instead of falling to the ground, it floated behind him and grew large enough that he could lay on it. And lay on it he did. He let the pillow take him forward and allowed him to spot a town in the distance. 'Maybe I should buy something expensive from there? There seems to be an antique shop.' Vaxa floated to the front of the store and looked at the name of it. "Cuadro Joya? That means something in another language. Don't know the language though." He jumped off his pillow and shrunk it down to carry it inside. He opened the door slowly, mainly to take a look at the wares inside. Lots of mismatched things. He finally opened the door fully and went inside the store. He looked to the shopkeep and just raised his hand briefly for a hello. He then took a look at all the stuff in the place. "Do you have anything particularly special? Or valuable enough to not have to be sold? I need this for a friend," the child said. He wanted to touch some of the stuff but didn't want to interfere with any special things that could be on them. He did reach for what seemingly looked like a scroll. "What's this?" he asked. He would attempt to grab the scroll to get a better explanation, but he didn't realize what could actually be around the scroll to protect. It could be a scroll that hurts him or a scroll that causes him to show something he doesn't want to show.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2018 22:51:49 GMT -5
The old shopkeep looked up cleaning the scabbard of a broken sword once said to be wielded by a master ninja assassin. Though he only had the hilt and the lower half of the blade, the shopkeeper searched for the other half in his spare time. He hoped to one day reforge the blade, and sell it to a master swordsman. He looked up from his work as he heard the door creak open, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of a customer. To his surprise it seemed to be a young boy, a teenager at best. "Where exactly are your parents Sonny?" The man asked, a puzzled look on his face. He expected, and hoped the child's parents would step through the door soon. He doubted the kid had any zeni of his own, and he did not like children poking at his things. They might break something. "Yes, I have all sorts of valuables, from common trinkets to ancient artifacts of arcane power." This was a half truth, while the man did have an impressive collection of knick knacks, his rarest treasures were still only only objects of some mild magical strength. He was after all, one tired old man living in the desert. "Hey don't touch that!" The old man yelled, as the boy started investigating his things. "You'll break someth--" He was cut off, as the child touched one of his old 'sealing scrolls.' They were supposed to ward against evil spirits, and he had half a box of them he bought for cheap from a wandering monk. They'd never done anything notable though, so he assumed he'd simply been swindled by a charlatan. When the boy's hand touched the scroll, it hissed and unfolded, the kanji on the parchment glowing blue to indicate the presence of evil. The man watched this, stopping in his trackers as the scroll appeared to try and distance itself from the child, falling to the floor. "Pi... pick that up at once!" He said, looking questioningly at the child. There was a hint of fear in his voice, but the old man tried not to show it. If the child was some evil spirit, just grabbing the scroll should hurt to the touch. The man kept his distance though, already thinking what he might have to grab to defend himself. His old heart racing as it thumped in his chest.
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Post by Vaxa on Nov 26, 2018 23:25:17 GMT -5
The child wasn't focusing much on what the shopkeeper said, mainly picking out the words artifacts, arcane, power. These things are definitely something he can use. When he nearly touched the scroll, it reacted, causing him to jolt his hand away on instinct. 'This is interesting. Wait a minute, is that a sealing scroll? Umm, I don't want to touch that.' "Sorry! Sorry," the child said. He looked visually distressed and even acted like it when he was trying to say something. "I-um-I didn't mean-I just. Okay, I'll pick it up. I'll help you out with stuff!" The child looked behind him then crouched down to try to pick up the scroll. It was still doing its thing, showing an evil spirit is nearby by having its kanji glow blue. When the child tried to pick it up, it moved away from him. "Hey! Get back here!" he exclaimed loudly. He tried to reach for it again, only to fail. When he reached for it the third time, he managed to get a hold of it. And that was when the facade fell apart. The moment he touched the scroll, the child jolted his hand back and grabbed his wrist. He looked at his hand to see it was turning red from touching the soul and was burning. Smoke was even coming from his hand, showing that he's burning from touching the scroll. He looked around frantically like he was searching for something or someone that could've caused it. He turned to the shopkeeper and almost yelled, "Your scroll burned me! Is it something that has to do with fire?" He looked at his hand again to see the smoke turning black, and he stuck his hand in his coat pocket. He was getting more distressed. He started to sweat a little bit. "Umm, is it hot in here? I guess it's the desert heat? Heh heh."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2018 0:28:53 GMT -5
The shopkeep gasped in shock, watching as the scroll burned the child's hand. It had never done that, not after dozens of grubby children had touched it over the years. In a decade it had never shown any inkling of any real magic. He could scarcely believe his eyes, which were now wide as dinner plates. "I knew it!" The man explained with fear in his voice. "You're... something wicked! Some spirit, or ghoul, or demon!" The elderly manned moved surprisingly quickly for his age, leaping behind his counter top and vanishing from sight for a moment. When he emerged again he had a shotgun in hand, clutching the weapon with unsteady trembling hands. The man took aim at the child, leveling the firearm at the boy's chest. "I'll see you in hell demon!" He cried out, squeezing the trigger and firing a blast from both barrels. The blast filled the shop with dust and smoke at it blasted the far end of the small store. The elderly man hurtled backwards at knocked into the wall from the recoil. "DEMON!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, for anyone outside to hear. "DEVIL IN MY STORE! HELP, ANYONE HELP!"The man frantically reached into his pockets, grabbing several shells as he began to try and reload his weapon. Not even pausing to see if he'd killed the boy through the cloud of smoke that filled his store. Outside the tomcat screamed and leaped from its perch, shocked by the sudden deafening noise and subsequent screaming. It ran off into the alley somewhere to hide. The sound of gunshots alerted the nearby towns folk and passerby. Most reached their hands to their hips for their own weapons if they were carrying. Others fled into nearby buildings to warn the rest of the town. All eyes cast on the small antique shop, waiting for the dust to clear and see what all the commotion was.
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Post by Vaxa on Nov 27, 2018 18:25:50 GMT -5
The kid took a step back in shock. "Knew what, sir?" he asked frantically. "Wicked? I assure you, I'm just a kid! I'm not a demon! Wait!" The kid was taken back from the man's speed. 'That man is fast for his age! He doesn't skip leg day.' When the man came out from behind the counter with a shotgun, he immediately ducked. He could hear the loud bang from the gun and another noise he couldn't make out. When he stood back up, the man was shouting demon and devil to everyone outside. 'I didn't want to hurt the man, but I guess I have to. He attacked first!' The smoke started lighting up a purple color as the kid started charging something up. "Sorry, old man. But think of it as self-defense if you go into Heaven. Or revenge if you go to Hell!" he yelled out as he fired some ball of light towards the man. If the man were to even see the ball of light, it would seem to slow down before exploding right in front of him. The explosion would cause some of the smoke to clear from the shop. He walked out of the shop and looked at all the people around the shop. "Hello everyone! Some bad stuff happened in there, now the shopkeeps dead. Don't need to worry! It was one of the things that were in the shop! Yeah." he lied to everyone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2018 22:10:45 GMT -5
The old man had just finished reloading his trusty weapon when he saw the smoke begin to illuminated with hellish purple light. No sooner had he pumped the weapon to the familiar 'tck-chk' noise than the child began to speak again. "What!?" The shopkeep stammered out in reply, firing his weapon again twice over. "No, No... NOOOoooo!" The man's screams were overwhelmed by the blast of light, it detonated violently in front of him vaporizing the man in an instant. The last thoughts racing through his mind was why didn't he reach for his demon slaying sword. When he next appeared the shopkeeper was little more than a fluffy white soul sitting in line to the Check-In station, along with billions of others waiting to be judged by the mighty King Yama and sent to the after life. Meanwhile, among the living, the townsfolk watched in horror as a purple light flooded from the shop. It lit up the street like some macabre fireworks display ending in the dying man's terrified scream. Most of the villagers stood slack jawed, mouth open staring at the sight. In their trembling hands they clutched their guns, and when the boy emerged all eyes were locked on him as he spoke. One of the men in the crowd, the deputy sheriff took off his cowboy hat and threw it on the ground. "You killed him you monster! You'll pay for that! GET HIM!" The man took aim with his revolver, squeezing off several shots. The towns folk were whipped into a frenzy, roaring like a crazed mob as they all took aim with their weapons and unloaded on the demon. Shots ringing out as pistols, rifles, and more shotguns rattled and whirred across the street. All manner of projectiles hurtling at the demon child. It sounded like a bloody shootout, though this gunfight was completely one sided. Dozens of armed townsfolk versus one evil child? Surely they'd gun him down in seconds and celebrate his defeat with a drink at the saloon. Right?
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Post by Vaxa on Nov 29, 2018 23:51:19 GMT -5
"Woah, Woah, I said something in his shop killed him not me!" the child exclaimed loudly. He took his pillow and held it in front of him as it grew to completely hide him from sight. The bullets flew towards him but never hit him as the force was absorbed from the pillow. He peered out for a second, just for something to hit him and he goes back behind his shield. "You people are rude. A demon comes into a shop to buy your wares, defends himself, and gets shot at with multiple different guns and projectiles. Would not come to this place again except maybe for some of that stuff in that shop. Some cool stuff was in there," the child complained about his experience at the town. If the people were to ever stop attacking him, he would send his pillow towards them. If it hits, it would feel like being hit with a sack of bricks. "Magic Pillow. Comfy yet also powerful. Harder than rock." He would start to float into the air. 'Hmm. If they're going to attack me, might as well give them a scare.' "You townsfolk messed with the wrong demon today. Do you want to suffer the wrath I can bring down?" He started getting surrounded by a fire like dark purple aura. "Cause I can send my wrath down upon you," the child threatened while smirking evilly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 0:36:43 GMT -5
The townsfolk unloaded enough ammunition to fill a reasonable gun stone, unloading bullet after bullet on the demon before them. Much to dismay their rounds had no notable effect. "Keep firing we got him on the run!" The Sheriff shouted, though his own words trembled with fear, he tried to put on a brave face. He was the lawman around these parts, and as far as he knew killing a demon was perfectly within his duties as sheriff. "His every word is a lie!" Cried one townsperson, before firing a blast from his trusty rifle. "Look!" Cried another, pointing in dismay at the boy as his pillow of all things grew to enormous sizes. "It's just a pillow, shoot it!" A third yelled, blasting the bed cushion with his shotgun only to go slacked jawed as it had no effect. "He admitted he's a demon!" A fourth called out, but the display of magic was more than enough to prove the woman's point. It was more than clear at this point the old shop keep had indeed been slain by a demon posing as a human child. When the magic pillow came flying at them, many of the townsfolk tried to get out of the way. Some succeeded, diving to safety while eating the dirt. Others leaped behind cover, taking shelter where they could. The majority however, weren't so lucky. The pillow was solid as iron, heavier than a truck at its size, and hit like a freight train. Towns folk were sent flying, crashing through the air and colliding with walls, fences, each other, anything in their way truly. Some were killed outright by the impact, like being hit head on by a car. Others were trampled beneath it was it slid through the air propelled b magic. Still more were knocked aside lying bleeding and maimed, many unconscious from head trauma. The sheriff was among the injured, lying on his stomach clutching a broken arm. Even still he squeezed off the last bullets of his pistol defiantly at the demon. He watched as the monster levitated into the air, carried aloft by its own evil magics. "You monster!" The injured man cried, his mustache stained with blood as he bled from his mouth. "Someone will stop you!" He declared, but as dark violet energy surrounded the creature, his heart sank in his chest. The man looked around at the injured townsfolk, his townsfolk. He'd failed to defend them, now all he could do is watch as the demon child summoned its unholy energy. The man closed his eyes, praying to whatever Kais were listening for some kind of miracle.
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Post by Vaxa on Nov 30, 2018 23:48:26 GMT -5
"You people are weak. Squishy, like pudding. So many of you are injured by a pillow. Granted, it's magic, but come on! I hit someone at a slumber party with this pillow and all it did was stagger them. Not break bones and kill! Man, what they said was true. Humans are pathetic. And I might be a demon, but you're the ones that tried to kill me! I just came to buy something nice for a friend I wanted to thank, and what do I get? Bullets. A whole lot of them," the demon child ranted. His energy started to focus around his left arm. He raised it into the air. "You can pray to your gods to send someone to stop me. Unless you know some sort of alien or some being not of this planet, give up hope on beating me. I'm not that strong, I'll admit, but you humans are weak." His aura focused into one ball. "Now, should I eradicate you? You're already dying, and it'll be a waste of energy. What about everyone else? Maybe I can kill them? But they're dead too. At least a majority. Man, there's not a lot I can do. How about I just take the things in this shop? Then threaten some people for stuff. I wouldn't usually be like this, but you guys ticked me off!" The demon said. The ball of energy disappeared. He floated down to the ground and stood in front of the sheriff. He frowned for a moment. 'This man must feel terrible. His one sole duty, to protect the people. And he couldn't do it. I didn't expect to hurt them that bad' "Hey if you're still alive tell that guy who judges you, that you were killed by Vaxa Abbadon. To get the name out there."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2018 21:47:51 GMT -5
As the demon completed his speech the sheriff expired from his wounds, his immortal soul leaving his body and ascending into the other world. It arrived at the line to the Check In Station, along with billions of others awaiting Judgement before King Yama. This soul was destined for Heaven, having died nobly trying to protect the innocent. Most of the townsfolk were, simple folk cut down by the cold hand of a demon in the prime of their lives. An unfortunate reality of a cold uncaring universe in which the strong paid games of the weak. More were soon to join, as they died of their wounds face down in the warm desert street. Meanwhile, back in the town. A figure took the last sip of his drink, setting the glass of whiskey down on the counter top of the bar. He was the only man left in the saloon, his sword at his hip and a gun in its holster. The nameless main sighed, sensing the commotion outside as he adjusted his cowboy hat. He wore a simple tank pancho, with thick leather gloves, tall cowboy boots, and riding chaps. The man was tall, muscular and toned with a long mane of brown hair tied into a ponytail the wafted behind him. Around his neck hung a tattered red cape, it had once been his mother's garment, before she passed. The unknown warrior clutched his blade with one hand, pistol with his other as he pushed his way outside into the bright desert sun. The warrior glared at the demon as he stood at the center of a crowd of dying villagers. The warrior spit, shaking his head. "Shoulda stayed home demon." The man said confidently as he locked eyes with the boy. "Instead you come here, attack these good people, destroy their stores. All this killing, its sickening." The man drew his blade, it reflected the glint of the sun in Vaxa's eyes. "I killed plenty of your kind before." The man declared triumphantly, slicing the air with his blade as he took his fighting stance. "Soon I'll have killed one more. Say your last words monster. You face Carne Asada... the fastest blade in the West."
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Post by Vaxa on Dec 2, 2018 12:28:14 GMT -5
"Guy expired I guess. Wonder if he heard what I said?" Vaxa shrugged. He stretched for a moment then started walking around the scene. "A lot of people died from that one attack. Man, this pillow is dangerous. Maybe I should just keep it home? Nah, I need it for things," he said to himself. He poked at some of the bodies to see if they would react when he heard some footsteps. "Someone's still alive? Interesting. What makes you special?" the demon asked without even looking at the man. When he turned to see who approached him, he was taken back slightly. "You are a muscular man. You look awesome too, where did you get that outfit? If I would've stayed home, I would be a disgrace. These "good" people, shot at me while I was trying to buy something. I simply defended myself, and they were too weak to take a pillow. Sorry? Wait, wait, you killed demons before? Okay, scratch the sorry, I'm going to kill you! Just like you step up to defend your kind, I'll defend mines. Carne Asada, I am Vaxa Abbadon, the ummm, trickiest demon of my clan! Can you keep up with me? Let's see if you can." Vaxa started getting covered in the same aura he showed when he was talking to the sheriff. A murderous aura was starting to surround him. "You first, Asada."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2018 15:43:26 GMT -5
The demon slayer clutched his blade in hand, taking the stance of a master swordsman. His revolver leveled in the other, drawing a careful bead on the demon. He gave a cheeky grin and tipped his cowboy hat. "Much appreciated. I like to think I'm a man of taste. Shame I'll be killin' ya now, boy." He said confidently, swishing his blade through the air with blinding speed. "Nuff of your lies though demon. If these people attacked you, its cause they know what you really are. Ain't no such thing as a good demon. Closest thing's a dead demon." Carne was in little mood to mince words, but he'd at least say his peace with the demon before he killed him. It let him get a good look in the creature's eyes. He'd remember that look when he ran his blade through its black heart. "I killed plenty a your kind, demon. One of your ilk killed my mother when I was a boy. My father trained me from that day forward to hunt your kind, and I'm the best demon hunter in all the Diablo Desert." The man nodded, grinning beneath his fiery glare. "Will do Vaxa Abbadon, prepare yourself, cause I'm the last thing you'll ever see." With that the man tensed his muscles, summoning his ki. A white aura surrounded him, honed from years of martial arts training and battle. Carne took off with super human speed, leaping into the air as he vaulted off a fence post. High as the rooftops he had the high noon sun at his back, to blind the demon if he tried to look up directly at him. The gunslinger took aim with his revolver, squeezing off two shots as his bullets soared downwards at his foe. "Silver bullets, dipped in Holy Water. Choke on that demon." He said under his breath, landing on the damaged rooftop of the antique store on the other side of the street. Carne rolled, righted himself while steadying his blade as he turned to inspect the aftermath of his attack.
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Post by Vaxa on Dec 9, 2018 13:18:25 GMT -5
"Okay, so classic, my mother was killed by a demon, so now I hunt demons. Respectable. Guess I should brace myself now," the demon teased. He smiled before holding his pillow by his side. He was planning to block with it like he did when the townsfolk shot at him, but he was left dumbfounded by Carne's speed. "What the hell?" was all he could say while trying to keep up with him. He tried to look up at the demon hunter but was getting blinded from the sunlight. 'He's smart and fast. He'll give me a challenge.' Vaxa instinctively put up his arms to try and block the sunlight, which caused the bullets to end up in his arm. He expected them to hurt because they're bullets, but when he heard holy water, his arm tensed up, worsening the pain. "Holy Water?! WOW, that hurts! Damn, moving this arms just fills me with unbearable amounts of pain! You're good!" Vaxa complimented the hunter. He held up his other arm and focused some magic around it. He condensed it into a small ball and fired it at the antique shop roof. What resulted wasn't an explosion, but instead, the roof started to cave in. "I'm not all explosions you know? I can do some trickery, go ahead and follow your stereotypes on demons."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 15:03:47 GMT -5
Carne smirked as he watched his bullets strike true, his holy water doing the trick. What he didn't expect was how little effect they had compared to usual. Most demons he'd tangled with would be burning or missing a limb by now. But this one shrugged it off with ease. 'Shit' He thought to himself as he reloaded his revolver, perched on the rooftops. He didn't trust the creature's words as far as he could throw them. Demons were liars by nature, foul monsters from a dark realm that had to be sent back kicking and screaming with a bullet in their head and a sword through their heart. The demon hunter didn't expect his infernal foe to react so quickly, he'd silently hoped his attacks had proved a little more effective. When the energy ball of dark magic came flying his way he leapt into the air to avoid it. However it hadn't been aimed at him at all, colliding with the rooftop he stood perched on and collapsing it completely. "You bastard!" Carne cried out as he watched the roof below his feet caving in. He quickly sheathed his blade, spreading out his arms to catch himself as he landed in a pile of smoke and rubble. Thinking quickly the demon hunter looked around the shop, grabbing whatever he could find. As the dust cleared the warrior burst forth, sealing scrolls in hand. He unfurled the scrolls quickly, performing hand signs and uttering incantations to draw forth their latent power. "Choke on this demon." He cried out as he fanned out his arms and threw three sealing scrolls. He had no idea their strength, but hopefully they'd have at least some effect on the child-like monster. He needed to win quickly and decisively, exploiting every advantage.
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