Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 9, 2014 8:35:35 GMT
Days of Heat
Summer Solstice
(Sequal to Days of Cold, BP)
Winter Solstice
(Sequal to Summer Solstice)
(Sequal to Days of Cold, BP)
Drat was the perfect word for the occasion. Wyntre may, or may not, have accidentally underestimated her abilities and sent an enemy kilometers in the distance. That's a few miles, for any Americans present. She was in her Suppressed Form.
Well, she supposed. May as well finish the job. Her feet slowly gained independence of the ground, no longer needing it. Now that she thinks about it, she doesn't need the Earth at all. May as well blow it up sooner or later.
She looked over the city-scape in it's nightlife. There where an awful lot of lights. She didn't like that. She'll destroy some later. So, she headed in the general direction of where she remembered hitting him. Zarmar, that was his name. Hasn't shown much potential in terms of fighting, but at least he stood up to her and wasn't defeated immediately. The area he was thrown was a forest-y area. What was odd was the giant crater in the middle. Did I do that? Oops.
She doubted he'd survive, but you never really know. There wasn't a body in the middle of the flaming crater, so that was a sign. She looked around the area. Nothing. Well, he certainly couldn't have vanished! Maybe the power was so strong he was now cut into a fine powder... thinking this was quite amusing to her. She underestimated herself, she wasn't going to overestimate herself soon after.
Who knows. Maybe she did end the pathetic bio-androids synthetic life. Maybe. And then, fire. Fire, yes. It spurted across the sky in which Wyntre flew, it danced in the air: once peaceful, it came about, and once it did, the Days of Cold started caving in.
The blast of fire, as hot as it was, barely knocked Wyntre off of her invisible socks, the red, aflame, while ferocious over all, didn't make a mark on her any more.
The direction of which it came, lower left is where it was, a blur or red is what contained is in the vision of it all. Zarmar, she thought, must be him. So the distance didn't kill him? an awful shameful fault. Would that not mean she's not that powerful? It would, it seems. But that would mean... how dare he!?!
He dare survive, and thus make her abilities seem finite? Such a thing is due a punishment many times worse than death. No-one dares so such a heresy!
And look at him! He's practically untouched! I mean, sure, he's missing an arm and has extreme burn marks all over him, but he's not even dead!
His hair, once red, has now completely burnt off. His skin,
once proud, healthy and red, now shriveling, dead and burnt. His right arm also seemed to be missing. Wyntre might have felt a milliliter of pity for him, but he had done the great disservice of not dying, and that's just completely inexcusable!
She flew towards the small speck of red with great speeds until it became a slightly larger speck in her vision, which was good enough. Her scouter told her that his Power Level, once 4,000, has now dropped to a limited and pathetic 780, giving her the advantage with her current 3,900.
She let out a finger, her signature potent attack was soon to come... she did like the Death Beam. It was a very small attack, a concentrated beam of raging death and unkept fury. It could often defeat opponents almost her power, and it was a trustworthy technique to turn to in the midst of battle.
That was why she had used Death Beam. It knocked back the red figure some, making a large hole in the intestines area, but he persisted. He survived attacks, he was very good at that. He was like a cockroach in that regard. But a cockroach could never survive a giant Death Laser of Deathity Death Death of Death Deathness Deathitality to the face. "Is that all you've got?"
Oh, pathetic. He used to be strong. It must have been been the powerful punch, then, that sent him kilometers away. Zarmar gathered the remaining energy he had, moved it to his legs, as he jumped to her level, spraying fire all over her. Or, at least, it would have, if she hadn't sped with great speeds behind him. Then, gravity, a force often defied nowadays, got its way and pulled down Zarmar for a big hug. "Sadly, no, and I'm only in Suppressed Form."
Oh, this was saddening indeed. The little bugger thought he could even make a scratch. After gravity had it's hug, Zarmar seemed that to be building up energy. Maybe then he won't be a push-over.
His muscles, although impressive in themselves, pumped up, as if balloons. His hair, although once burnt off, had regrew, as had his once-absent arm and what used to be a gaping hole in the abdomen. His power level read '4,000' again.
Drat was the perfect word for the occasion.
Well, she supposed. May as well finish the job. Her feet slowly gained independence of the ground, no longer needing it. Now that she thinks about it, she doesn't need the Earth at all. May as well blow it up sooner or later.
She looked over the city-scape in it's nightlife. There where an awful lot of lights. She didn't like that. She'll destroy some later. So, she headed in the general direction of where she remembered hitting him. Zarmar, that was his name. Hasn't shown much potential in terms of fighting, but at least he stood up to her and wasn't defeated immediately. The area he was thrown was a forest-y area. What was odd was the giant crater in the middle. Did I do that? Oops.
She doubted he'd survive, but you never really know. There wasn't a body in the middle of the flaming crater, so that was a sign. She looked around the area. Nothing. Well, he certainly couldn't have vanished! Maybe the power was so strong he was now cut into a fine powder... thinking this was quite amusing to her. She underestimated herself, she wasn't going to overestimate herself soon after.
Who knows. Maybe she did end the pathetic bio-androids synthetic life. Maybe. And then, fire. Fire, yes. It spurted across the sky in which Wyntre flew, it danced in the air: once peaceful, it came about, and once it did, the Days of Cold started caving in.
The blast of fire, as hot as it was, barely knocked Wyntre off of her invisible socks, the red, aflame, while ferocious over all, didn't make a mark on her any more.
The direction of which it came, lower left is where it was, a blur or red is what contained is in the vision of it all. Zarmar, she thought, must be him. So the distance didn't kill him? an awful shameful fault. Would that not mean she's not that powerful? It would, it seems. But that would mean... how dare he!?!
He dare survive, and thus make her abilities seem finite? Such a thing is due a punishment many times worse than death. No-one dares so such a heresy!
And look at him! He's practically untouched! I mean, sure, he's missing an arm and has extreme burn marks all over him, but he's not even dead!
His hair, once red, has now completely burnt off. His skin,
once proud, healthy and red, now shriveling, dead and burnt. His right arm also seemed to be missing. Wyntre might have felt a milliliter of pity for him, but he had done the great disservice of not dying, and that's just completely inexcusable!
She flew towards the small speck of red with great speeds until it became a slightly larger speck in her vision, which was good enough. Her scouter told her that his Power Level, once 4,000, has now dropped to a limited and pathetic 780, giving her the advantage with her current 3,900.
She let out a finger, her signature potent attack was soon to come... she did like the Death Beam. It was a very small attack, a concentrated beam of raging death and unkept fury. It could often defeat opponents almost her power, and it was a trustworthy technique to turn to in the midst of battle.
That was why she had used Death Beam. It knocked back the red figure some, making a large hole in the intestines area, but he persisted. He survived attacks, he was very good at that. He was like a cockroach in that regard. But a cockroach could never survive a giant Death Laser of Deathity Death Death of Death Deathness Deathitality to the face. "Is that all you've got?"
Oh, pathetic. He used to be strong. It must have been been the powerful punch, then, that sent him kilometers away. Zarmar gathered the remaining energy he had, moved it to his legs, as he jumped to her level, spraying fire all over her. Or, at least, it would have, if she hadn't sped with great speeds behind him. Then, gravity, a force often defied nowadays, got its way and pulled down Zarmar for a big hug. "Sadly, no, and I'm only in Suppressed Form."
Oh, this was saddening indeed. The little bugger thought he could even make a scratch. After gravity had it's hug, Zarmar seemed that to be building up energy. Maybe then he won't be a push-over.
His muscles, although impressive in themselves, pumped up, as if balloons. His hair, although once burnt off, had regrew, as had his once-absent arm and what used to be a gaping hole in the abdomen. His power level read '4,000' again.
Drat was the perfect word for the occasion.
Winter Solstice
(Sequal to Summer Solstice)
So, that just happened. He just regenerated his wounds, grew back his harm and repaired the giant gaping hole in his stomach, bringing his Power Level to normal levels, and 100 more than Wyntre's.
Next time she'd need to kill him sooner. But, for now, at least it will be entertaining. He, with his inability to fly, couldn't exactly reach Wyntre with close-range attacks, and the only long-range attack he has shown is shooting fire from pores in his hands, which has shown to not be very effective and easily dodgable, if that's the word.
While his Power Level was higher then hers, he couldn't really substantially attack her in the first place, so this was looking good for Wyntre. But then, flames engorged Zarmar, a steady stream of powerful flames erupted from his feet and hands, as if a rocket ship. It looked very hard to control, it would be an awful shame if, perhaps, this happens... with great speeds, she moved behind him and gave him a giant wedgie. This made him lose his focus, slip (in mid-air, I know) and go back to the warm embrace of gravity, who was missing him sorely. His Power Level went down a twentieth of a single digit, which was good.
So, she could do that 79,999 times to defeat him, or, alternatively, attack, which was always a good strategy. You know, that, and killing minions. Killing minions is fun. And it was always good when they fought back. Sure, they only lasted a fraction of a plank's time, but she needed the practice! Especially if she was to defeat her parents.
And then she decided: she needed the practice, she may as well make the best of this moment. And so he let out a finger, and sent a barrage of blasts of Death Beam at Zarmar, hoping it won't kill him. After all, she needed to interrogate him about the tests he was sent to retrieve her for. And so she descended from near the heavens, seeing the near-death blob of red, most of it blood. "Who sent you?"
"Why do you care?"
"Well, sane people normally want to know, in the situation of their attempted assassination, who sent the assassin, and I don't want people to get the correct impression."
"You're insane!"
"Yes, that' the general idea."
"I won't tell you anything?"
"You know, I've read enough books enough books on psychology to trump any expert on the area. And I can say, all of your face movements are very Saiyan. I also know quite well that a Saiyan, like practically all other beings in the universe, would rather stay alive more so than not."
"I am no Saiyan."
"Perhaps not, but you share the instinct of survival with everyone else. So, if you value your continued existence, who sent you?"
"... Axis..."
"Axis?
"Axis."
"Axis?
"Axis."
"Who the hell is Axis?"
TO BE CONTINUED... NOT HERE, BUT SOMEWHERE ELSE. YAY, CAPS LOCK.
Next time she'd need to kill him sooner. But, for now, at least it will be entertaining. He, with his inability to fly, couldn't exactly reach Wyntre with close-range attacks, and the only long-range attack he has shown is shooting fire from pores in his hands, which has shown to not be very effective and easily dodgable, if that's the word.
While his Power Level was higher then hers, he couldn't really substantially attack her in the first place, so this was looking good for Wyntre. But then, flames engorged Zarmar, a steady stream of powerful flames erupted from his feet and hands, as if a rocket ship. It looked very hard to control, it would be an awful shame if, perhaps, this happens... with great speeds, she moved behind him and gave him a giant wedgie. This made him lose his focus, slip (in mid-air, I know) and go back to the warm embrace of gravity, who was missing him sorely. His Power Level went down a twentieth of a single digit, which was good.
So, she could do that 79,999 times to defeat him, or, alternatively, attack, which was always a good strategy. You know, that, and killing minions. Killing minions is fun. And it was always good when they fought back. Sure, they only lasted a fraction of a plank's time, but she needed the practice! Especially if she was to defeat her parents.
And then she decided: she needed the practice, she may as well make the best of this moment. And so he let out a finger, and sent a barrage of blasts of Death Beam at Zarmar, hoping it won't kill him. After all, she needed to interrogate him about the tests he was sent to retrieve her for. And so she descended from near the heavens, seeing the near-death blob of red, most of it blood. "Who sent you?"
"Why do you care?"
"Well, sane people normally want to know, in the situation of their attempted assassination, who sent the assassin, and I don't want people to get the correct impression."
"You're insane!"
"Yes, that' the general idea."
"I won't tell you anything?"
"You know, I've read enough books enough books on psychology to trump any expert on the area. And I can say, all of your face movements are very Saiyan. I also know quite well that a Saiyan, like practically all other beings in the universe, would rather stay alive more so than not."
"I am no Saiyan."
"Perhaps not, but you share the instinct of survival with everyone else. So, if you value your continued existence, who sent you?"
"... Axis..."
"Axis?
"Axis."
"Axis?
"Axis."
"Who the hell is Axis?"
TO BE CONTINUED... NOT HERE, BUT SOMEWHERE ELSE. YAY, CAPS LOCK.
Days of Life
Wyntre didn't like to be bound.
By social protocol, physical chains or rules, she just didn't like it. She was the Princess of Arcose, they may as well hand her Earth on a platter!
But, really? I mean, they dare! Not just the Earthians, but family. Don't kill the humans, they say. Bad for relations, they say. It's as if they're putting the most beautiful, graceful and powerful pretty bird in a cheap cage! They... they... they...
They dare? So you then would imagine what it would feel like when someone challenges her. This was madness! I mean, no-one challenges Wyntre and leaves alive! She analyzed the pitiful fool who dared. It was a female, she thought. She wore green, had green hair, green eyes, even a slight tint of green in her skin. For a second, she reminded her of Zarmar...
"I need to know your name to see what to put on your gravestone."
"If you must know, it's Zperin."
"Lovely. Now I can kill you."
Wyntre was in her suppressed form, looking at this 'Zperin' figure. Normally she might transform into her True Form... but no. She can defeat the pathetic wrench with this limited power.
"You may know my brother, Zarmar."
Oh. Ok. That makes sense. Because, you see, the Mad Scientist Axis said he made three bio-androids, and this was the second encountered. Interesting.
Well, they certainly weren't going to stand around all day! Within a fraction of a second, she jumped a step backwards, pointed at her with her left pointing finger (left handed), and- the Deathly Death Beam of Death!
Zperin was knocked back into the hard wall. You may have figured this out, but this is taking place in the cult room, which is also the second tallest story of the building she owns. It doesn't actually give her anything, the building, but at least it's a cool place to hang-out in. And so she sped to Zperin, punched her through the gut, and...
oops.
She may have underestimated her power. The wall had broke, as Zperin... started to fall to the ground. Oops. Not her fault. Well. I guess she'd leave her there?
Wait- no. Axis must have sent her... she looked down at where she fell. It appeared she was standing, she supposed that was good. It also appeared there was a mini crater caused by the landing. I suppose that means this'll be a challenge. Good.
And so she fell herself. She simply dropped. Stepped off the ledge, into the deep fathoms of the abyss... and flew. Upon reaching the bottom, the ant-like figures becoming larger, only one thing was certain. The humans where pissing their pants. One, who had a gun, was rapidly shooting her, the bullets bouncing off with ease. He was soon to die. But, for Zperin. She stood there with little scratches, as if falling off a building was a normal activity. She would at least give the news a show. "Behold- my power!"
She sent her finger out. Death Beam it is. Again, Zperin was sent to the ground, the attack itself doing many times more than falling off a whole building. That's logic for you. But now, Zperin wasn't going to take attacks all day, and plus, police sirens slowly got louder.
And so she- wait- what's she doing? Was she... DANCING? She- she- she- she... She dare mock the Princess of Arcose? That's due for a punishment worse than death! No-one mocks Wyntre! The days of cold shall never end!
But what came soon after was truly bizarre. Hang on... was she- no, that can't be happening, but... are those vines growing on her?
An then suddenly, an attack. It was in the form of a vine, shot out of her hand, at Wyntre. And then, when it hit her... nothing. Bad move. Everyone knows frost kills the flower.
Another Death Beam it is! She got out her finger, and... the bio-android lost it's left arm. It jumped up, trying to hit Wyntre, but she easily moved to the side. "When Doctor Axis repairs your soon-to-be destroyed body, tell him I said 'hi'."
Upon landing, Zperin turned and jumped at her again. This time though, she didn't dodge, but... utilize. I wouldn't want to describe what happened at the risk of any readers vomiting in disgust horrendously, but all I can saw is that her feet where in her mouth and her neck was in where her stomach would be.
The mess fell to the ground, inactive. Let Axis repair her. Make him make upgrades, this time. Make it a challenge.
Wyntre didn't like to be bound.
But what she didn't like even more was a push-over.
By social protocol, physical chains or rules, she just didn't like it. She was the Princess of Arcose, they may as well hand her Earth on a platter!
But, really? I mean, they dare! Not just the Earthians, but family. Don't kill the humans, they say. Bad for relations, they say. It's as if they're putting the most beautiful, graceful and powerful pretty bird in a cheap cage! They... they... they...
They dare? So you then would imagine what it would feel like when someone challenges her. This was madness! I mean, no-one challenges Wyntre and leaves alive! She analyzed the pitiful fool who dared. It was a female, she thought. She wore green, had green hair, green eyes, even a slight tint of green in her skin. For a second, she reminded her of Zarmar...
"I need to know your name to see what to put on your gravestone."
"If you must know, it's Zperin."
"Lovely. Now I can kill you."
Wyntre was in her suppressed form, looking at this 'Zperin' figure. Normally she might transform into her True Form... but no. She can defeat the pathetic wrench with this limited power.
"You may know my brother, Zarmar."
Oh. Ok. That makes sense. Because, you see, the Mad Scientist Axis said he made three bio-androids, and this was the second encountered. Interesting.
Well, they certainly weren't going to stand around all day! Within a fraction of a second, she jumped a step backwards, pointed at her with her left pointing finger (left handed), and- the Deathly Death Beam of Death!
Zperin was knocked back into the hard wall. You may have figured this out, but this is taking place in the cult room, which is also the second tallest story of the building she owns. It doesn't actually give her anything, the building, but at least it's a cool place to hang-out in. And so she sped to Zperin, punched her through the gut, and...
oops.
She may have underestimated her power. The wall had broke, as Zperin... started to fall to the ground. Oops. Not her fault. Well. I guess she'd leave her there?
Wait- no. Axis must have sent her... she looked down at where she fell. It appeared she was standing, she supposed that was good. It also appeared there was a mini crater caused by the landing. I suppose that means this'll be a challenge. Good.
And so she fell herself. She simply dropped. Stepped off the ledge, into the deep fathoms of the abyss... and flew. Upon reaching the bottom, the ant-like figures becoming larger, only one thing was certain. The humans where pissing their pants. One, who had a gun, was rapidly shooting her, the bullets bouncing off with ease. He was soon to die. But, for Zperin. She stood there with little scratches, as if falling off a building was a normal activity. She would at least give the news a show. "Behold- my power!"
She sent her finger out. Death Beam it is. Again, Zperin was sent to the ground, the attack itself doing many times more than falling off a whole building. That's logic for you. But now, Zperin wasn't going to take attacks all day, and plus, police sirens slowly got louder.
And so she- wait- what's she doing? Was she... DANCING? She- she- she- she... She dare mock the Princess of Arcose? That's due for a punishment worse than death! No-one mocks Wyntre! The days of cold shall never end!
But what came soon after was truly bizarre. Hang on... was she- no, that can't be happening, but... are those vines growing on her?
An then suddenly, an attack. It was in the form of a vine, shot out of her hand, at Wyntre. And then, when it hit her... nothing. Bad move. Everyone knows frost kills the flower.
Another Death Beam it is! She got out her finger, and... the bio-android lost it's left arm. It jumped up, trying to hit Wyntre, but she easily moved to the side. "When Doctor Axis repairs your soon-to-be destroyed body, tell him I said 'hi'."
Upon landing, Zperin turned and jumped at her again. This time though, she didn't dodge, but... utilize. I wouldn't want to describe what happened at the risk of any readers vomiting in disgust horrendously, but all I can saw is that her feet where in her mouth and her neck was in where her stomach would be.
The mess fell to the ground, inactive. Let Axis repair her. Make him make upgrades, this time. Make it a challenge.
Wyntre didn't like to be bound.
But what she didn't like even more was a push-over.
Days of Death
At a time, all come to an end. That is death, that is the only certainty. It is the only thing that you know will creep us on us all and end it all. Yes, it's all going to end. But there's some more. When you die, you die. But where you die is where you die, to whereupon death never occurred soon after.
If you understood the messages, cryptic, then let me explain; the Other World. When you die, you go there. When you don't, you don't. There, you are judged, where you could go a duality of places. But that didn't bother Wyntre, dying. What bothered her was nearly the opposite. What bothered her was staying alive. But then she continues. All must come to an end, probably at the event that stops the universe, so she prosed another question... How do you gain 'immortality'?
This wasn't quite the same as the previous question. Death is the absence of life in something once alive, immortality, quite literally meaning 'having no death', whether once alive or not, and through this, she formulated ideas. But then you may ask, why think this? Is this something to obtain through use of science? Perhaps. Then, you'd ask, what? And then the handsome generous narrator who is very good at writing and deserves more PL would tell you, if you hadn't figured it out, 'the Dragon Balls, silly'.
Yes, we know. It's only a legend. But these legends are often true. Wyntre knew the stories well enough though, the creator needs to be alive for the dragon balls to function, and since there is no alive creator, there needs to be a new one. That requires a Kami... so we need a new Kami. But that was no small feat, and if Wyntre new of the soon-to-be Kami, she'd joke 'That's no small feet. Oh, wait, it is'. But that was for another time. She knew how and why, not not the when, what, who or where. And that was a problem. But, for now, she had better things to do. Like, for example, find alternate means to attaining eternal immortal life!
But then again, what use is life if there is nothing to waste it on? That settles it, she's going to overthrow her parents and take Arcose for herself! But how? She is, by far, nowhere near as powerful as they are... she'd need an awful lot of training to do. So, in these two hours of searching through book after book in her Earth-library, she has come to no conclusion. Wonderful. Well, I suppose there where always the other things that made life good, like cats. Cats are nice. She should get a cat. Or two.
And so, after all of that time with her eyes glued to the pages, I really hope not physically, she was going to leave and get a-no, two, cats. So that was it then! All she was in need to do was go out the door, left Bakers Street and then-"Target Found."
Without even turning, the voice was already being dissected. It sounded a bit robotic and clunky. So. Is this the third droid. Unlike his brothers, this one was not a Bio-android, it seemed he was simply an android. But still, they're no less fun to murder.
And then she turned to face this figure. Orange hair. Orange clothes. Orange eyes. Slightly orange skin. Yep, he's one of them. "Listen, mister Orange bio-android. I have defeated your siblings, and I can very much the same to you. So go away, or do you want me to murder you too?"
The figure did not speak. It simply looked at her, a serious glint in his eyes, and in his left hand, had gotten his scythe from an apartment on, or possibly in, his back. It was not green. The handle was a black, symbolizing the death yet to come, and a shiny metal blade, in which you could see your own face before you die... "Not a talker, are we?"
The man was very muscular, but Wyntre didn't bother to notice. He simply, with his orange eyes, looked straight into hers. "Can you even speak?" she asked, but silence was only answered. Nothing. He wasn't moving at all! "Are you, by any chance, a statue?"
She noticed a large badge sprawled across a chest, and, in very bold letters, it said '0.R.73.M'. Or73m. Ortem. What's what I'll call him, she thought. "Well, if you're just going to stand there, I guess I'll destroy you."
Yet again, nothing. And so she took a large step towards him. And nothing. And so she moved up her left arm, pointing her pointer finger at his head. "Still nothing? I'm about to kill you."
"No. You are not."
"We'll see."
Red sparks concentrated, forming a small beam, called a Death Beam, from her finger. And, yes, it did kill him. Or it would have done, if he hadn't disappeared. It was quite simple, really. He was there a second ago. Now he is no longer.
Surely, her Death Beam couldn't have erased him from existence! And this was right, it could not. Yet. What had happened though was much worse.
Ortem appeared on-top of her and tried to crush Wyntre with his immense weight, but he had underestimated her strength. She threw him at a wall, but he teleported just before to behind her, trying to strike with his scythe... she jumped while turning, shooting a Death Beam in mid-air, but he teleported under her, pulled her legs to the ground, before teleporting on top of her and trying to crush her again. They just don't learn.
Again, she threw him at a wall, but this time, he hadn't teleported, he hit the wall, making a hole in the wall, showing the depths of height below but not falling in himself. He seemed to have his arm stuck in the wall. So, taking on this opportunity, she charged at him, but he teleported away, leaving her to hit the already weak wall and seemingly fall to her death. It may have, but she was perfectly flight capable. Shocked, he teleported behind her (outside, without a floor) and tried to scythe her back.
It didn't work. He couldn't grip onto her as he fell, seemingly to his death. But just before he hit the ground, he vanished. A few seconds passed. Suddenly, he reappeared above her, using the tremendous momentum of the fall to hit her with tremendous speed. She started to plummet, but quickly managed to get back in flight as Ortem appeared on top of the building.
Wyntre flew up, with the droid within sights, as she let out a finger. A stunning beam of red sprayed from within, causing a small, yet very potent, attack. But mere milliseconds before it hit him, he disappeared yet again, appearing seconds after right next to where he was. It's the scythe, she thought. It must be the scythe. So she thought up a strategy. She deactivated her flight, falling onto the roof-top a meter down. "Attack me."
The figure did not move for around twenty seconds. And then, with very sudden movements, he teleported behind her, trying to strike her legs, but-
But it did not work. Wyntre's tail, an extra arm in some cases, grabbed the scythe from his arms with relative ease. Gotcha. She got some distance from him, transferring the scythe from tail to hand before everything went black.
And then, everything lit up a second later. She was in the same place, just a different part of it. A sight never seen before was seen; Ortem smiling. And then her position changed again, to right in front of a car as it crashed into her. Ow.
So, she thought. It may be the Scythe, but he still controls it. So she threw it in the opposite direction- and it teleported. Drat. So she flew back up to the skyscraper roof-top, seeing Ortem with his scythe. She prepared herself. She was ready. Ortem disappeared in a flash of light. So she turned, closed her eyes, and kicked the air in the nuts. The air squealed. "You're predictable."
Taking advantage of this, she knee'd him in the face, tripped him over onto his back. Wyntre let out a finger. It was the usual red beam, but the kind you'd reserve for your arch-nemesis. And it was good enough, as it had removed his head.
Or it would have.
If he hadn't teleported just before.
Drat.
If you understood the messages, cryptic, then let me explain; the Other World. When you die, you go there. When you don't, you don't. There, you are judged, where you could go a duality of places. But that didn't bother Wyntre, dying. What bothered her was nearly the opposite. What bothered her was staying alive. But then she continues. All must come to an end, probably at the event that stops the universe, so she prosed another question... How do you gain 'immortality'?
This wasn't quite the same as the previous question. Death is the absence of life in something once alive, immortality, quite literally meaning 'having no death', whether once alive or not, and through this, she formulated ideas. But then you may ask, why think this? Is this something to obtain through use of science? Perhaps. Then, you'd ask, what? And then the handsome generous narrator who is very good at writing and deserves more PL would tell you, if you hadn't figured it out, 'the Dragon Balls, silly'.
Yes, we know. It's only a legend. But these legends are often true. Wyntre knew the stories well enough though, the creator needs to be alive for the dragon balls to function, and since there is no alive creator, there needs to be a new one. That requires a Kami... so we need a new Kami. But that was no small feat, and if Wyntre new of the soon-to-be Kami, she'd joke 'That's no small feet. Oh, wait, it is'. But that was for another time. She knew how and why, not not the when, what, who or where. And that was a problem. But, for now, she had better things to do. Like, for example, find alternate means to attaining eternal immortal life!
But then again, what use is life if there is nothing to waste it on? That settles it, she's going to overthrow her parents and take Arcose for herself! But how? She is, by far, nowhere near as powerful as they are... she'd need an awful lot of training to do. So, in these two hours of searching through book after book in her Earth-library, she has come to no conclusion. Wonderful. Well, I suppose there where always the other things that made life good, like cats. Cats are nice. She should get a cat. Or two.
And so, after all of that time with her eyes glued to the pages, I really hope not physically, she was going to leave and get a-no, two, cats. So that was it then! All she was in need to do was go out the door, left Bakers Street and then-"Target Found."
Without even turning, the voice was already being dissected. It sounded a bit robotic and clunky. So. Is this the third droid. Unlike his brothers, this one was not a Bio-android, it seemed he was simply an android. But still, they're no less fun to murder.
And then she turned to face this figure. Orange hair. Orange clothes. Orange eyes. Slightly orange skin. Yep, he's one of them. "Listen, mister Orange bio-android. I have defeated your siblings, and I can very much the same to you. So go away, or do you want me to murder you too?"
The figure did not speak. It simply looked at her, a serious glint in his eyes, and in his left hand, had gotten his scythe from an apartment on, or possibly in, his back. It was not green. The handle was a black, symbolizing the death yet to come, and a shiny metal blade, in which you could see your own face before you die... "Not a talker, are we?"
The man was very muscular, but Wyntre didn't bother to notice. He simply, with his orange eyes, looked straight into hers. "Can you even speak?" she asked, but silence was only answered. Nothing. He wasn't moving at all! "Are you, by any chance, a statue?"
She noticed a large badge sprawled across a chest, and, in very bold letters, it said '0.R.73.M'. Or73m. Ortem. What's what I'll call him, she thought. "Well, if you're just going to stand there, I guess I'll destroy you."
Yet again, nothing. And so she took a large step towards him. And nothing. And so she moved up her left arm, pointing her pointer finger at his head. "Still nothing? I'm about to kill you."
"No. You are not."
"We'll see."
Red sparks concentrated, forming a small beam, called a Death Beam, from her finger. And, yes, it did kill him. Or it would have done, if he hadn't disappeared. It was quite simple, really. He was there a second ago. Now he is no longer.
Surely, her Death Beam couldn't have erased him from existence! And this was right, it could not. Yet. What had happened though was much worse.
Ortem appeared on-top of her and tried to crush Wyntre with his immense weight, but he had underestimated her strength. She threw him at a wall, but he teleported just before to behind her, trying to strike with his scythe... she jumped while turning, shooting a Death Beam in mid-air, but he teleported under her, pulled her legs to the ground, before teleporting on top of her and trying to crush her again. They just don't learn.
Again, she threw him at a wall, but this time, he hadn't teleported, he hit the wall, making a hole in the wall, showing the depths of height below but not falling in himself. He seemed to have his arm stuck in the wall. So, taking on this opportunity, she charged at him, but he teleported away, leaving her to hit the already weak wall and seemingly fall to her death. It may have, but she was perfectly flight capable. Shocked, he teleported behind her (outside, without a floor) and tried to scythe her back.
It didn't work. He couldn't grip onto her as he fell, seemingly to his death. But just before he hit the ground, he vanished. A few seconds passed. Suddenly, he reappeared above her, using the tremendous momentum of the fall to hit her with tremendous speed. She started to plummet, but quickly managed to get back in flight as Ortem appeared on top of the building.
Wyntre flew up, with the droid within sights, as she let out a finger. A stunning beam of red sprayed from within, causing a small, yet very potent, attack. But mere milliseconds before it hit him, he disappeared yet again, appearing seconds after right next to where he was. It's the scythe, she thought. It must be the scythe. So she thought up a strategy. She deactivated her flight, falling onto the roof-top a meter down. "Attack me."
The figure did not move for around twenty seconds. And then, with very sudden movements, he teleported behind her, trying to strike her legs, but-
But it did not work. Wyntre's tail, an extra arm in some cases, grabbed the scythe from his arms with relative ease. Gotcha. She got some distance from him, transferring the scythe from tail to hand before everything went black.
And then, everything lit up a second later. She was in the same place, just a different part of it. A sight never seen before was seen; Ortem smiling. And then her position changed again, to right in front of a car as it crashed into her. Ow.
So, she thought. It may be the Scythe, but he still controls it. So she threw it in the opposite direction- and it teleported. Drat. So she flew back up to the skyscraper roof-top, seeing Ortem with his scythe. She prepared herself. She was ready. Ortem disappeared in a flash of light. So she turned, closed her eyes, and kicked the air in the nuts. The air squealed. "You're predictable."
Taking advantage of this, she knee'd him in the face, tripped him over onto his back. Wyntre let out a finger. It was the usual red beam, but the kind you'd reserve for your arch-nemesis. And it was good enough, as it had removed his head.
Or it would have.
If he hadn't teleported just before.
Drat.