Koramund
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Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 11, 2016 0:46:20 GMT
Shattered, broken, torn and forgotten. Koramund the bio android floated in nothingness, ravaged to the very bone. He was nothing, starring into the void of space. He starred into the cosmos, every fiber of his being so far gone that his mind finally slipped out. The virus started reknitting itself, changing into a form that would allow itself to be preserved and survive these tides of change. He was a being born without a soul, and he never felt joy or pleasure. It was all just facades he put on so others would accept him. He did all of these daemonic things, horrible things, genocidal things, to hate himself. To try and feel something... to maybe absorb enough of the others that he would regain his soul. It never happened, and he felt so empty. He finished his primal evolution in the dark, evolving into a true Daemon. He was weaken from the soul that plucked against his void, snatching back some of his primal essence. Now, he was back.
Crimson eyes hunted through the Darkness, allowing large talons to clutch upon the base of a living pillar. Teeth, bone, maws and eyes littered the living tower of sin. He starred up the Void up the pillar, seeing the blood red light of the ogres above him. He looked down to his spiritual form. He had already earned his body once... heh heh heh. He impaled the pillar and heard it scream in agony. That's what made evil weak. He started to rush and climb, before growing vast insectoid wings that sent him flying upwards. He laughed in some semblance of joy, roaring out, "This is what I live for! The rush, the feeling of escape! Even If I am dead... I WILL PURGE! I will fight back, I will kill! Evil is weak because its only a corruption of Will and the Soul! Good is powerful because it barricades the Soul... so what if I shattered those barriers?!"
The world around him screamed in torment as flesh and stone shattered. He tore through the Void with all of his might, laughing like a Daemon who finally found it's prey. His fangs thirsted to drink, but his tail hungered mooooreee.. oh so moore. He felt it again, the hunger. He held it down, overcoming the sensation with ease... feeling some cold solace in knowing thats all he felt. The ground under him healed after a few moments of weeping over itself, knitting itself a new form. Koramund's eyes readjusted, realizing that he was in a cave? He looked back to a pitch black cocoon with burning red lines that pulsated to some heart beat. It was clearly not his.
Koramund snarled, it was just some mental trail he put up for himself? No, it couldn't be... it had to be those damn Kami. They willed him into existence, or at least he thought they did, and cursed him like some bad pet! He will remove this strings, shatter their hands and their puppets! There shall no longer be strings on Koramund! He will feast once more! He let out a blood chilling roar, that of primal carnage truly unleashed. He let out his two instincts left, to Live and to Kill. He subdued his emotions once again before marching into the land of Hell, hoping to find someone to speak to.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 11, 2016 6:29:12 GMT
((1.95mPL, suppressed to 0.2mPL))
Wyntre was upside down.
The deceased yet corporeal Empress was upside down, hanging from the branch of a dying (or perhaps dead) tree. Her feet suctioned and held onto this branch, hanging onto the withering branch that would have cracked under a weight much smaller than her own. She continued to manage, in her meditative trance, not to cause any damage to the feeble wood. She heard cracks and buckles in the tree, obviously caused by her (admittedly tiny) weight: she'd been here for the past 80 hours and the tree was only now giving in to the weight. For what seemed like (and was) the first time in days, her eyes saw something other than the darkness of her eyelids: hell.
The slight movements involved with frowning in disappointment was all it took to snap the branch, causing Wyntre to fall and smash into the ground face first, turning her frown into something like a snarl, only less like an animal and more knowingly disappointed. Using the power of flight, she got herself on her own two feet with minimal muscle movement, internally cursing the realm she was bound to with creative imagery and wording. Allowing her scouter to have a peek at the tree, it came to the conclusion that it was only going through an autumn-like phrase, despite not being autumn (or likely anything else in hell, she doubted such a place even had seasons). Wyntre came to the conclusion that the tree was of a species that had autumn now: it was not dying, nor dead. That tree was going to live for a long time, or so said the scouter's biological scanning devices. Instead of wondering how a tree could have gotten here from off-world (it didn't look like a do-badder), she allowed a brief lapse of anger get to her as she smashed the tree into smithereens with her tail.
As she turned to face where the small chunks of (now dead) tree flew off to, she saw someone who she never thought she would see again, but didn't quite know it yet.
"Greetings."
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 11, 2016 11:32:53 GMT
Koramund's eyes went bloodshot as he starred at the monster that approached him. Her legs moved in a way that told of nobility, her tail keeping up with her balance, and the sleek form... Royal Arcosian. Then mixed in with those colors? It had to be Wyntre. Koramund melted into the floor before rising behind Wyntre with a smile, "Hello..." He spoke with such little emotion other then malice that it was rather jarring compared to the past. He snickered before stating, "Its been a while dear Wyntre! Don't you remember a old slave?"
Koramund twirled around himself, looking almost like a atom. It spun so fast it became a blur, until it formed into Koramund once more, with knitting needles. His tail spat down highly powerful corrosive enzymes that chewed into the rock, weakening it enough that Koramund was somehow able to... knit rock! He grew tendriled appendages from his spine to help him move everything in place. He looked up with his crimson eyes, starring at Wyntre once more. He whistled before stating, "Ya still look as fine as ever oh Queen mine~...."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 12, 2016 1:23:53 GMT
((I hope you mean royal-blooded Arcosian, because, unfortunately, I don't have that form yet. Thanks anyway :3. Also, when did you get a body?))
By the looks of it, Wyntre soon became sure as to who was in front of her. There was no doubt about it: that was Koramund. He always was an erratic fellow, really, it was easier to predict next century's weather than his behavior. I wonder... does he know about Aksor? As creepy as Koramund sounded (and, in general, was), Wyntre was left unfazed and knowingly confident. There was a good reason for this: she had no reason not to be. With a slight eye movement, the scouter began to do its job and scan him for his power level and other such things. 65,613. She ignored him as went behind her, not turning around until she was to speak.
"It has indeed been a while, Koramund. I would ask you how life's treating you, but I know you two don't see each other any more. So how is Death treating you?"
The last time she's heard anything about Kora before now, she was told he was turned into a goat, or something along those lines. She didn't quite believe this, of course, the person who said it was a known liar who was trying to anger her. Now, she had empirical proof, just a little bit more evidence to rub into that demon's face...
"Thank you. I think."
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 12, 2016 21:09:48 GMT
Koramund snarled slightly, feeling nothing any more. His face was always in a frown now, dead serious even if he was attempting to put up a joke. He stated, "I earned my body back the first time, now this corpse is just a facade. I spent... a long while using my spirit to create this shell but it won't last." He then decided that it was finally time. Wyntre was his old boss after all...
Koramund just let it all hang out. He stated, "Stories, happenings... I have plenty. If you care to listen about a dead man's tale, I can spin thee a web. I am a virus made by some long dead species. A false safe, but it got free. It drifted frozen in space to the point where my metabolism could let me live for thousands of years. I finally found a host, and killed it's sister to get deeper into him. I drank his hunger and swallowed his Soul, keeping it as a trophy. and that was how Koramund was killed... and Koramund was born."
He sat in the throne of stone, watching his body slowly start to turn brown and rot. His power level dropping slowly before going into free fall. He continued the tale, "...I lived and contiuned on, slaughtering and consuming to evolve and feel stronger... engorge the soul. He still thought he was in control and tried to stop that old Sayian fool lost to thought. The one you nearly killed me for trying to fight? He was quite a treat! Committed suicide in fear of me... then I drank him..
"I tell this tale because you never got a straight answer that day, nor even a suggestion. You remember... when I said I might need your help? That was his final words, Koramund's. But... he broke free and stole his soul. He took it from me, and I held onto what little bits were left. It drove me mad! The souls of all the others I had taken were burned and forced into the shells, free of their torment but making me suffer. It got to the point where my blind emotions made me kiss Zucceta, imaging her as flame, drinking it to end the suffering...
"...The tale of my life really. I came back, and now I have finally formed after Zucceta disintegrated me. Its sad... isn't it? I used to be the strongest on the entire planet... I used to be a prince of destruction. My words carried power, and I could hunger. My strength was equal to your Monsters form before I ate the little pest. But now? Now I am a mere dead thing in the shape of the dead in a dead place, unwelcome to even the dead. None shall see my life, and none shall see my fury. Without a Soul... I feel nothing. All I want is to live... but the journey there has broken me. It will take 4 times the effort as last time, and last time it nearly shattered me. I am afraid I will not be able to go on by myself.."
Koramund lifted up his fleshy body. He walked up to Wyntre and if she allowed it, hugged her. Koramund snickered, "...A memento eh? Of the past? The original Koramund was a banished noble because of his tail mutation... but then he serves the Queen and loved it. He just wanted to be accepted and loved. Aksor only felt that from you and Zucceta... but that is why he just gave up. His soul shattered, and rests somewhere here. All the fates that twine and twirl, rolling up and down the strings and cords of life and death. I give this last gift because I hold no soul. I must take a different form to survive here..."
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 13, 2016 6:21:09 GMT
Loose definitions of the word pathetic include 'pity-inducing' and 'deserving of pity'. Wyntre wasn't sure if Koramund fit either description. Wyntre wasn't in the slightest sure about how Koramund was able to create the 'shell', the 'corpse' he was inhabiting. It sounded like an inefficient and painful process, one Wyntre wouldn't have underwent if she was able to if you asked her back when she did not have a body. Despite this, she was glad that Koramund was able to do so: she had a clear indication of who the Shadow of a Past Self was. His words made her pity only Aksor. She listened to his story as she learnt of the horrors and atrocities he'd committed. Many of these she knew about beforehand, this much was fine, but the way he put it was creepy. Near the end of this story, Wyntre pitied Zucceta for apparently being kissed by Koramund, if this is to be believed. Throughout the entire telling, Wyntre hadn't moved. She was a statue, not visibly moving. This continued up to the point that Koramund attempted to hug her, but she stopped this action with a Death Stare and hand movements. The last person who hugged her died hugging her. "I know your speech was not designed to make me feel contempt you, but you have succeeded in this task anyway. The means of your creation and of your continuation disgust me. Aksor... what you did to him was unforgivable. I'm going to give you a suggestion: find your creators, as they are probably down here, and avenge their mistake of making you."((Wyntre's being mean, sorry 'bout that. Also, excuse the shortness.))
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 13, 2016 10:57:55 GMT
Koramund just laughed before his body ripped itself apart into particles of darkness. The shadows coiled around in a weak tempest of darkly shaded clouds, knitting themselves together like some damned soul. It warped and quivered, keeping its pitch black malicious color. It constantly dripped of poison and vile darkness, though it did next to nothing to anything. The Cloud spoke in a highly pitched squeaky voice, "...Oh I want you to hate me Wyntre. As I stated, I told that entire tale to explain why he said he might need your help.... but not even I know who my creators are. For all I know, they could have been machines!"
Koramund snarled and bit at the air, though his puffball appearance made all his actions futile. He screamed in rage, "Every time I do anything, some big shot is always near by! He attacks, I lose, game over man, game over! This has happened twice already!" He floated around with unfiltered rage seeping out of him. He no longer knew what to do and was losing what little cool he had left.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 14, 2016 1:46:33 GMT
Wyntre watched as the Bio-Android warped around and destroyed himself, only to knit himself out of the shadows anew. An accurate metaphor for Koramund, really. "Perhaps you should find out. If someone such as yourself is here, surely a robot would be able to grant itself a soul?"
The Empress seemed uninterested in his struggle. It seemed that whenever he thought he was to be on top, he was pushed back and slain by someone more powerful. It was interesting how the example 'big shot' was given a male pronoun, even if, if memory and assumptions concerning the subject served correctly, Zucceta was one of these 'big shots'. Perhaps the first time got to him the most. Despite his behavior, Wyntre's stance and what she was soon to say almost gave the impression that the two were having a calm discussion, even if Koramund was seething with rage.
"You could always try doing something that won't aggravate the situation. If that doesn't work, stay away from the idiots who'd attack without cause. Get into their mind and know the reasons for their actions, you should be good at that. Do you know how I died? I too was murdered by Zucceta, but I died alongside a planet of innocent traders, merchants and nobles. The life was literally (and yes, I do mean literally) sucked out of the planet. I have died under similar, yet worse, circumstances, and yet I'm fine while you're losing yourself. You're better than that. Not by much, but you're better than that."
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 14, 2016 2:16:04 GMT
Koramund snickered and snarled a bit before replying to Wyntre, "...You give me advice after everything I did to you? Rather, surprising if the words do roll off the tongue that way. But unlike you, all I want is to feel again, to live again... to make this entire galaxy learn! Being lazy and working for a society will just get you killed! What will you do and what will you have done?! Nature designed us all in two ways, to live and to kill! Survival of the fittest, natural selection... but we enslave the roots and force it into our will! You command many things because of such... Queen of the Arcosians. Even in death your name holds power over how much sway you have. Your a beautiful noble who can make a simple wish and have it granted... no matter the price..."
Koramund coiled around himself, pacing before ranting more, "Better? No the term better is used by you, Zucceta, Zexama and the Saiyans... OH THE SAIYANS!" His high pitched voice just made it sound like a little kid on a tirade, "I was killed only by Saiyans... all I wanted was to evolve back then. Become perfected... to become strong enough to hold onto the love I had and protect... Now I hold nothing... now everything I hold is void. Nothing... I feel nothing but the void... I never had a self to begin with! I am formed from the corpses of a thousand things, stitched and laughed at, put on display while you... oh you were born. You were never forged... I am the horrific thing that crawls around in your house... the common cold. I kill those who aren't prepared, but if you are... nothing remains but ash of the cold hmm? Oh I will always be there until you purge it all down... but once I am gone I am gone. I am the nothing that was given something... and was never prepared for something! I'm losing what I just wanted to be... and now it all means nothing!"
Koramund calmed down to a rather, shocking extent. He gazed Wyntre in the eyes before stating in high pitched puff ball, "...I weave tales to be known because he was jealous and it is what made me. The something took hold it seems hmm? Jealousy for being so loved, for being a noble-nay a queen! Having friends... even if most were just useless peon minions. Hatred for always failing, always evolving yet never reaching anything power. Wyntre... answer me this one little tale... do you wish me gone forever?"
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 16, 2016 5:55:46 GMT
"I am giving you advice in hope that you will change. I give you advice in hope that it will not be disregarded. You speak of the galaxy as if it is teachable, it is not. You are correct in that living is not my only only desire, as it is yours, because there are simply too many other things worthy of my time: why prey when you can lead? Why hunt when you can develop? You speak of nature having designed all a certain way: certainly you should know that, while the nigh-primordial systems of life can be found all through-out the cosmos, you are allowed permissible breaks from this in the form of not being an idiot. You of all people should know this, you were an artificially-made virus after all."
The Empress spoke and listened to Koramund, not only as if it were a perfectly civil discussion, but as if he didn't sound like he'd inhaled enough helium to fill up a few atmospheres. There simply was no reason to notice this odd voice of his, it was typical of spirits. Whatever divine being who had originally crafted the vocal properties of these souls must have had a horrid sense of humor. Either that or the act of having a body is a truly deepening experience.
"There is a cure for your quandary. Be something worth being."
Next came interest. Koramund was jealous… of me? He had friends, did he not? Zexama had made quite the impression, as far as I had been able to tell, on the Creature. Zexama, Aksor, Daiki and Administrator Azure were the only people she considered her friends: she'd only met the Administrator on two occasions and she'd only met Aksor once. Aksor was's soul was scattered about somewhere or something along those lines and she had no reason to believe that Daiki hadn't died. Her power and her position as queen Empress was a whole lot less good than one might think: besides all of the governing that needed to be done, she had to do just about everything else too. She barely had any time to sit back, drink some Fine Wine and play some multidimensional chess with blue robots. Even the fact that the Bio-Android could be jealous surprised her. Why would his creators allow him to be jealous? Would that not get in the way of his goal, whatever that is? Perhaps he's feeling like he should be jealous and has created his own pseudo-jealousy, changing his apparent reality to fit with what is expected? No, surely not.
"Do I want you gone forever? No. I want you to be better than you are. If I had it my way, I'd have you wait a millennia to think and ask you to come back after. You aren't that patient. So, rather, I'm going to tell you that there are many beings far more powerful than anything you've ever encountered when you were alive. Try to catch up with the events of the Other Other World through the crystal balls lying around, if you haven't done so already," she said, not clearly answering the question.
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 16, 2016 14:48:56 GMT
Koramund's deranged thoughts constantly ran on, with seemingly no end. He listened to words that Wyntre told with slight surprise. He snickered before commenting, "Unlike you, my Ki can only be increased by consuming others. So in fact, developing for me IS hunting. Though tell me Wyntre, what in the name of Hell should I do?! I have already been brought back once, and the effort required just for this universe to accept that I exist is... way to high. It would be easier for me to read my next form... but of course that requires me to be alive!"
Koramund starred straight at her before saying, "...If you were made for one thing and you were denied that, and it constantly haunts you... what would you do? I want to get to that damn other world and gain power! I want to get what I was promised! Then I will be worth something for once in either of the Koramund's lives. I shall finally be something... beautiful. Everything in my eyes is limited since they showed me how I would be when I finished my evolution.. that's my only desire, to live tell I hit that point."
Koramund slowly turned away, before asking two things, "I don't want your forgiveness Wyntre, but thank you for reminding me why I go on. I will keep that promise I made for you as soon as I can... remember that for me?" He sighed, before turning tail and wandering slightly further away before yelling back, "Do you know any way to earn a good deal of Shoki or strength down here? I understand if ya don't want to..."
(1 more post then done if ya want)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 19, 2016 14:06:11 GMT
"Are you definite that the only way for you to become more powerful is to… hunt? There could always be the possibility of just about anything else. I'm not just referring to ordinary training of which I abhor, perhaps finding odd combinations in your genetic code and utilizing bits of you that you never knew you had access to, without outside help, would grant power. Surely the only reason for your existence is not the absorption of others?"
What a perfectly civil conversation about a perfectly civil, run-of-the-mill subject. I mean, talking about this stuff was more commonplace than cereal in a cereal box. It was a completely ordinary conversation they were having, except for one minor detail: it was completely incorrect.
"If I was made for one thing that had denied itself to me, I would make myself anew for for something else. Perhaps myself. Your goal is flawed as you are. Surely you are able to set your purpose as something a bit more… sane? Yet, I digress. I will remember that promise more keenly than the day I became Empress. As for power: unless you're being trained by the Prince of Hell, I don't have many ideas. Apparently there are some german ogres about like to wrestle. That, and, of course, the multitude of demons you'd find around," she suggested, not quite answering or mentioning all that he had said.
Her very physicality remained like that of a statue. If only I'd brought some wine.
((Wyntre is never one to shut down a conversation without reason, Kora would likely have to initiate. Also, I don't think Shoki exists IC, although I'm not very sure about that.))
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Koramund
Archived
PL: 121,168
Bio Metabolize(x3)
Zeni: 2,003
Shoki: 7,708
Tag: @koramund
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
Posts: 694
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Post by Koramund on Jan 20, 2016 3:07:30 GMT
Koramund just, simply couldn't understand her the way he wanted to. He snarled out, "What purpose does a virus have? Breed, kill, repeat. An artificial one? Perfection, Genocide, thrive, Die. Arcosians, Live, Breed, Die. We don't control the words, we just effect how they are interpenetrated by another, and how we represent it. But, as I said... it matters not what we think of each other now. I am a pathetic, dead thing that wants to become perfect. Its my only goal, my only dream... for it's the only thing I can even dream about, the last thing I felt before I died inside. I trick and deceive to live, even I don't know the truth anymore..."
Koramund simply floated away... (Attempting to exit thread) (Pl/Shoki?)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Jan 20, 2016 4:00:46 GMT
((PL/Shoki please))
"Perfection? Surely you are aware that such a pursuit is more meaningless than something that is really meaningless. Biological perfection, or rather any other form of perfection, is unobtainable. If you get your way, you will continue to get stronger and stronger, but you shall never obtain your goal, for it is impossible. As I've said: rebuild yourself around something a bit better."
And, with that, she let Koramund leglessly toddle away. "I hope to see you on the Other Side. I hope that, from the darkness, you will make yourself anew. Farewell, old friend."
[FIN]
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 24, 2016 4:08:51 GMT
Koramund - 65,613 + 3136 = 68,749 PL +1568 Shoki
Wyntre - 162,540 + 1250 = 163,790 PL +625 Shoki
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