Koramund
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Post by Koramund on Mar 4, 2016 10:43:04 GMT
Koramund’s thickly crusted eyes slowly creaked open to the light. They were flooded with the agony and despair that had overwhelmed what little sanity he had still clung so desperately to for support. His pained and peeled shoulders were bleeding a strange blooming golden ichor to the sky that looked, actually quite beautiful to the monster. The trailing gaseous fluid was the last of his pitiful life being stolen from him in some shape of eternal beauty, but to others might as well as been a stream of blood. The golden bloody essence danced off to never say goodbye, just leaving him in the sorrowful silence of the crimson stone that was Hell. Should he pity himself, did he even deserve it? Banished from any hope of light from the Oni, he was forced alone to trail the shadow’s endless lines, watching the light while escaping it's burning desire to overwhelm and destroy.
The abyssal vessel slowly got up, feeling just how weak he truly is. He watched his very flesh crawl with power, but knew it was never enough with beings like these. Koramund relaxed all of his muscles and let his spirit take hold like always when he did this. His toes slowly lost the feeling of being there as he raised himself up. He extended his ki out to make giant daemon wings to carry him for once. He look over the land of agony, torment, peace and charm. Spirits having fun, oni at play and order, and the Daemons kept away like bad pets to their cages. The few Daemons and Devils that were trapped in eternal torment here were banished just like him, but they held hatred for him since last time he took advantage of them. The very beasts of this world knew the hatred of Koramund, and those that held it back.
Koramund knew what he needed this time, so he began the long descent down through the eternal darkness. This time, he held no torch to light his cold way. He accepted his fate as the lost, and the hatred that scalded him with every word from every creature came once again. His shattered soul was only strong enough for one more trip until it finally, and truly, broke, so he had to finally achieve his dream. He felt slimy yet strong tendrils wrap around his body, tasting his flesh with hunger before claiming chunks for themselves. His skin burned and screamed in agony, slowly ripping apart muscle and skin, but he walked on through the pain. This torture was his to keep, to remind him of all of his failures that would surely not end due to his arrogance. The agonizing whispers from months, nay years ago, finally return to put him down for this journey. They whispered of his worthlessness and self doubt, but not from his eyes. They whisper of what he thought the other saw of him, and that’s what put his loneliness into a frame. They knew what ill his mind had always denied until now. A universal axiom that he demanded not apply to himself. He thought he was perfect, while nothing ever can or will be. He finally realized it now, but far too late.
Koramund lets his shattered vessel be taken and slurped up by the monsters like mushy soup. Pickings from primordial things that haunted Human dream and fears. They made alien sounds designed to break even a god’s mind, but how can you break what’s already broken? Koramund felt at his thigh the broken blade of Oryx, and clutched to his life line weakly. The alien sounds grew stranger and more confluxed together as a single blue eye popped out of the darkness. Within a moment, Koramund plunged in the blade before splattering it to the right, exploding the eye of the grand beast.
Koramund stood there as innocent as any baby should be, even if he never had the privilege. He was a silhouette of an Arcosian with hundreds of tails that danced behind him, walking through some hypocritical halls of ‘justice’ as so defined by the crown. He knew he could kill with brutal ease, he could and would always hunger, he could change, but the repetition of it all had finally caught up with him. Why fight back in this hopeless world if you are destined to die in the first place? He fought on some base instinct of survival at this point… or was it some dark truth that hid below gnawing at his mind? He would damned if he knew the truth, damned if he didn’t. A blaster was always to his back, the heat singing the tunes of coming trial by fire. He was going to burn away to ashes, but at least then the ashes would become something.
The corrupted beast opened his vile eyes to see nothing but darkness. The living silhouettes of reality at this point all danced together yet forever alone, destined to never feel or touch. He watched them all beyond the masks, dancing white silhouettes that casted the nightmares and shadows down around them like some inverse stage. The brightest glories danced like jewels in the night, destined to twinkle and sparkle even if it makes hatred. He so wanted to place his talons down their throats and make them choke on their own shadows. The sin they danced off into the night would bite others, and he was even made from it. He was a bi-product of their joy and pleasure, and that just didn’t sit right.
He watched as reality pulled back the curtain that hid itself again, his eyes realigning to a plane of semblance. He was sick of metaphors and lies, always having to carve around to find what should be the straight and narrow. With a broken blade that had sharpened itself into a knife, Koramund decided to rebel against the shadows. Blades flying against flesh causing dark howls that stole reality and made itself known. He should be afraid, he should be dead, but he knew what had to be done.
Wrath ripped out of the floor, bathing in scars and magma. This time, Koramund flew straight into his chest to punch him upwards into the sky. Blow after blow hammered into his stone plates, spewing out magma from the sides and back. He danced through flames, heat, and giant fists. Stone and armor tried to stop him, but he just kept on hammering the beast until he hit the ceiling. He was being forced back by the sky, but the deep kept on pushing him. The forces unbalanced when Koramund let go, letting the massive beast crush him with a falling mighty claw.
Koramund felt the vertigo hit him head on, but only knew the love of it. Koramund opened his palms, unleashing two beams of ki that bisected Wraith’s arms horizontally. The fore arms fell off with the magma titan that crashed into the earth, exploding into a geyser of stone and flame. Koramund saw the dancing white silhouette all alone. One more regret, one more loose end that demanded to be seen. The single regret danced all night, blooming into a million different shades of white that all stood out from the monotone black. Maybe some redemption could be possible after all...
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Koramund
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OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Koramund on Mar 5, 2016 3:05:32 GMT
Koramund decided to walk over to the festival of events that always happened in Hell. It was surprisingly lively, hundreds of spirits no matter where you looked! The monster was in awe to see just how many souls have came down here. It was saddening, but at least there were people there. The immortal souls that floated along the winds, going as they pleased around this eternal festival. The bright lights and games were definite eye catchers past all of the souls that huddled for companionship and joy while waiting in lines... Heaven and Hell shown in just the basic movements of life here! It was a complex system formed of so many simple parts no one could comprehend this punishment, could they? Maybe the math geniuses would, counting the time waiting until they realize they waste entire years in line... or would it be so short they would find it fine?
Koramund went straight for his goal like a knife through the ribs. He wandered around the neon signs, cotton candy and stuffed animals that starred dead eyed into him. His pitch black messy soul pulsated grotesquely, pumping some kind of pitch black essence through out Koramund's blood. He felt those animals stare into the soul he held as if they hungered for it. The atrocity of life knocked upon a door that buckled within a moment. A tall, blue skinned Oni with glasses smiled. He spoke out, "Indeed! Welcome to Hell if no one else has stated so ~Hai! Yemma has sent word ahead that you would like to help some of the souls that live here, yes? Well if I do say so, which I do, I can get you a job making some spirits happy hai! How would that sound, hai?"
Koramund's eyes sparkled at the response of this bright Ogre. He knew everything he was going to talk about as if he was prepared. Koramund leaned to the left slightly past the bright Oni to see a small script on his desk next to a third near finished cup of coffee, steaming barely out of the cup. Koramund so wanted to call him out, but he was trying to help wasn't he? If he wanted to change, then he should learn to be a little more accepting. Koramund said, "You practiced, how kind of you." He gave off a slight, warm smile as he looked up to the Ogre. His eyes were lazily dropped a bit looking at the oni as he said, "What would this job be?"
The Oni responded quickly, "Well the job I am offering you is to be as creative as you can to create a show, hai? It doesn't have to be original, but either music or acting would be good hai! It's rather hard to get everyone videos here but quite a lot of people listened to music every day, indeed! How interested are you, hai?" Koramund nodded, instantly thinking of a old Japanese or Korean song that would make people happy. With his shape shifting... he could transform into the actors. If he did both, it should make quite a bit of people happy. He nodded before offering a hand to the Oni. The act was convincing, but both of them knew Koramund's true nature. The oni nodded, deciding not to shake hands with the rather unstable creature in front of him! The oni said, "Yes! Acting Stage 666 is yours, hai! Your first trail show will begin shortly, yes. Largest stage in the North region, indeed!" Some times his Hais could be translated, but they sounded to out of place at some statements that Koramund refused to translate it mentally. Crap, that is ignorance wasn't it?
Koramund walked away from the Oni while singing the words in his head. The story played out between the lines through the faces and the actors, dancing away in his head to some tune of guitar. The act would be great if Koramund could do it, but either way he would hope that he could gather some more spiritual power to find that being the Daemon was talking about.
Koramund sat on stage within a giant pitch black ball made of flesh. It was coated and armored like a sphere of shadow, but anyone on the outside could never guess what it was. Koramund held his guitar, playing the first few strums of the love song. Other strings formed behind the stage, other tendrils that grew their own brains to allow Koramund to think more. He became a nexus hive of information, trafficking it psychically between all of his clones to keep them in tune. It's time to begin...
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"Words that I force, sadly, back down my throat..." He sung out the tune in a feminine voice, revealing the main body of Koramund to be a female actor. He based it off his teacher for a day, Ninjin of the Turtle School. The shape was a mere emulation of a long forgotten figure, but it was one that was held. The strange form that Koramund gave her was a crimson haired, fair skinned flat chested lady. A pitch black snake tattoo twirled around her right arm, ending to be wrapped around her pinky finger. Pitch black clothing that became near gaseous at the shoulders, trailing away into the sky like the fading sunset. Her teal eyes snapped open, quite literally glowing from the darkness. He remembered the old memories they shared, even if for one day. She was so strong and talented to be a hidden master, it gave him goose bumps back then. The woman based off of Ninjin stood up, walking calmly out of the dark pearl with a microphone out towards the crowd of spirits. Koramund dared not look in fear of being underwhelmed by the showing. He dared not stimulate the fear he held so deep after he lost Askor.
She sung with a warm beauty and serenity to the music, "They still follow, trailing after me." Red spirits hung in the air, formed by Koramund's ki. They danced and followed behind the woman's heels, nipping at her gently to tell the tale of sin. A formation of a human man that Koramund found rather handsome was generated. Slightly tanned skin hung to the Saiyan's well shaped form. Pitch black armor with dark blue shoulder guards hung tight to his body, exposing muscles wherever they could. Pitch black hair hung from his face, most curving down to coat his forehead and temples. A crimson scouter came out of the left side of his face, occasionally glitching out to show how horrific Koramund's damage was when he destroyed the scouter, scrapping the blemish less skin and removing the eyeball for a simple patch. Silver jewelry and wrappings hung in his hair, glittering slightly across the darkened 'moonlight' of his stage. His emerald eyes flickered between green and teal when they did exist.
The Orion shaped Saiyan stepped forth past the mist, to only have the woman look back and sing to him, "Words I Spit when the frustration takes me..." The Saiyan stepped back with horror forming on his face, a single arm near his chest for some protection. She gasped in equal horror, bringing her hands up to her mouth. She still sung the words as if she was speaking from somewhere else, "There's no taking them back now, that I know." The Saiyan burned into flames as a second woman. She leaped in, sending her flaming fist into the Saiyan's cheek. He turned red hot, before becoming nothing but ash. Behind her stood a warrior made of gold who opened his palm towards the Saiyan, erasing his body from existence. The two beings of energy blinked, bowing towards the stage before they died out, becoming nothing but dust like their prey just a moment before.
The woman continued her song, "When I make the words in my mouth they taste like lies... When I let them form it just smears away the meaning." The woman transformed into a new form of Koramund that he was so dying to achieve. A crown of crimson spikes hung around his natural body armor. His face mask ended in six spikes hanging above, constantly lit like candles. His eyes had four pitch black slashes that hung down to show the animal that he had forged himself into. Deep scars hung on both sides of his cheeks to represent the beasts that clawed his lives away. Tubes hung from the back of his neck and bottom of his throat into his body. Capes hung from both sides of his body, blocking the namekian muscle that proudly bloomed from his forearms. His blossomed tail twitched, lookling like a cat tail surrounded by petals with spikes, forming some form of demented barfing maw. Tiny plates covered Koramund's body, moving with the muscles so that he could stay mobile and fight. His face mask yelled out words that spirits could comprehend, but was drowned out by the music, "Your legend is nothing compares to ours!" He stood there, replacing the old singer and sun in a masculine yet childish voice. He was a teenager that never cracked, but did hold some form of love past all of his rage.
He sung with a intensity and vigor that helped sell the feelings of the song, but that was for them to decide and not him, "Not a single thing I can make the way I want. I know, I'm simply worthless..." Suddenly, the shape of Orion and Ninjin formed around him. The red spirits flew away to form the spirit of the golden warrior and the woman he sheltered made of flame. Standing in front of them all formed a beautiful white Acrosian with golden and black armor and a little girl wearing a dress next to her. The two were nearly perfect, the details so close to the original it was clear of Koramund's feelings towards them. They would not sing in the chorus, but were they maybe the subject? The golden warrior, the flaming love, the scarred beauty, the ancient master, and the behemoth all sung at once to the chorus, "I love you so, Vivi! And when tomorrow comes along, Bye-Bye is what I'll say when I turn and walk away!" The golden warrior suddenly formed a massive ki blast, obliterating all of the actors and leaving them as nothing.
Koramund formed in the air from one of his fleshy tendrils that was the actual stage. He floated down, burned into star light at several places making him look like a glitched out program on a computer. The ashes of the remains hung around him as he sung, stretching a hand out to the disappearing Majin and Acrosian. He sung softly, tears dripping down his face made of blood as a white angle formed behind him. Even with no lips, the fallen angle kissed him gently, before she vanished to. Koramund sung alone, "Oh this sleepy little town, nearly ashes on the ground. I'll leave it all behind, even thoughts of you and I..." Koramund silently dropped to the floor, embracing himself in a ball like position as three witches formed. Thousands of human souls appeared behind them, all shapeless but similar. They all tug away at him, a Namekian of lies, a Saiyan of pride, and a Human witch who lead them all. His thoughts became physical, drowning out the stage as Koramund simply walked past a white world.
In the frozen forest of his mind, Koramund sung out hollowly of hope, yet full of emotion, "As I write down the letter I'd give to you, All these things started coming back to me. Even so darling, as lovely as you are..." Koramund shattered the dream to show him in front of a space ship he had formed on the stage. The woman was watching from the door as he played with the little majin as a kitten. He planted a tiny jelly bean with her, praying his teachings went through. He sung out full of pride, "Not a thing appeared on the page, not a word."
Koramund was left alone in shadows, his own tears falling upwards as he grasped his head. He was back to his imperfect stage yet with hollow eyes. Tiny blue dots form like stars, starring ahead. He sung out as if it was a question, "Why does it always have to be this way with words?" He looked left and right as he sung, singing out the next verse quickly behind, "Why do they twist and turn into heavy, leaden lies? Why is it words fly way just like birds?" A Saiyan stood behind him made of shadow, yet glowing with power. The noble aura gave her shape only. She formed a blast that turned Koramund to paste, stealing the last line of the verse before the chorus began, "Why do they turn to dirt?"
Every single person that was sung about formed in a beautiful heaven of flowers and life. It was a Earthly place from the Southern islands, over looking a city. They all sung with their hands clasped together lonely, yet always standing next to other except for Koramund and the Saiyan woman. They all broke free and danced to their hearts desires, nothing wild but something showing off their personality.
Koramund bowed forward before jumping back, straightening out and swaying side to side with his eyes closed. He shrugged, keeping his hands up in a 'i Dunno' pose. The ninjin looking figure had her hands behind her back, softly tapping her feet in a noble manner. The majin woman danced like a child, bringing her arms out like a air plane and dancing around the legs of the others. The arcosian woman danced behind her, walking straight and noble yet with curved arms, beautiful and with grace, yet suddenly turning brash at moments. The Orion figure leaped from side to side like a temper tantrum, yet he had a smile on his face. He would do it a few times before crossing his legs and spinning, bringing out his arms and dancing to the tune before returning to his stomping. The flaming women and golden warrior grasped each others hands and simply danced in a circle, nuzzling their faces together with love and warmth. A new figure formed, a mechanical blue man who took off glasses. He wore a lab coat and danced brightly and boldly, yet also coldly calculated that it was near perfect. The Saiyan woman danced with her hands in the air, shaking her hips with a razor sharp smile on her face. She may be having fun, but it was clear she could change it all in a instant.
The words sung out beautifully as the dancing chorus spoke in harmony, all unique yet formed into something singular, "I love you so, Vivi! And when tommorrow comes along," They all stopped and twirled before going back to their dance, the colors from them drained a bit, "The us we knew today, will have long since passed away. Just forget I said a thing, anything I said at all!" Koramund walked out of the group, watching them all turn to dust. The little girl, Saiyan woman, and Arcosian woman looked on. The Arcosian one walked away while the Saiyan one formed a ki blast. The little girl lifted up a jelly bean to the sky, tossing it up. As the jelly bean flipped around, the Saiyan woman burned with the light of a super saiyan and the words of the chorus finshed, "There's not a single thing I need to tell you anymore..."
Koramund danced by himself sadly in the world of shadow. He only danced with his legs, working his fancy footwork as what sounded like a chorus of a thousand people spoke out. The women, children and men all sung out, "COLOURS MELTING ALL AWAY IN AMBER SHADES, A BALLOON FALLS; FLYING AWAY A CARIBOU." The Arcosian woman lifted up a balloon, flying away into the sky that held nothing. She melted away into a broken heart that flew into Koramund. The broken heart made his body explode open, revealing a new Arcosian. "THERE, A LEGLESS TURKEY CAST IN BRONZE, DANCING AWAY A CHEERFUL CUCKOO." The man danced away, turning into nothing but a void that Koramund snatched away at. No longer holding a heart, he drops to the floor. His eyes glow blood red like a life less possessed doll, and he marches off the stage. His tail flicks out, dripping a poison that eats away at the floor before being reformed.
The chorus still sung their dark tune as it showed Koramund. He had a creepy, demented smile plastered onto his face. He let his tail sneak across the floor, and snatch a child up from his bed covers. He laughed silently as the child was drunk down his tail, melting into a soup that went down horrifically easy. the Chorus sung about him, "NOISY, RESTLESS, THE NEWS KEEPS GOING ON! 'CHILDREN FROM THE TOWN, THEY VANISH ONE BY ONE!' THOUGH I CRY, I'LL CARRY ON SINGING, AS A FISH QUIETLY WATCHES ME."
Koramund dropped to his knees as he stood with a army of daemons. They all marched on towards the stage, changing the background into that of flame. Everything went pure white, as Koramund formed as a being of pitch black. A smile formed on his face made of white, same as his eyes. He sung out motionlessly and near emotionless, "Even though my heart is hopeless beyond repair--, I'll go onwards; I'll walk along with you."
The final stage was set. A saiyan man stood there, glowing golden. He watched as his robot ally stood next to him, starring down a Daemon, another saiyan, a Namekian and Koramund.
A saiyan like any other stood side by side with him like a battle brother. His teal shirt flopped slightly around his torso, exposing his entire arms full of muscle. He always held a hard expression on his face, but to be fair what chances do you have to be social around here? He had pitch black hair spiked in a way like a super saiyan already, a potential that was most likely never hit. His white gloves just rested on him softly, unused or unseen normally. The Daemon then stood to his other side. He was orange skinned with samurai-like armor. He had a knife holstered in his belt with a tiny jewel glowing inside, nearly hidden from the crimson jacket he wore. His tail whipped the floor, ending in what looked like a bit of a shark's own. His completely crimson eyes were dedicated to their task. The Namekian who he had seen before the event stood there proud. He was a fairly regular Namekian, being the space racist Koramund was. His eyes were sharper and formed more of a menacing appearance then his brothers. He had a dark cape on, with robes that were light brown underneath.
The group of four, the Devil Knights, danced forward to attack with all of their might. The saiyan swiped his hand, oblitering a vast amount of the stage as well as destroying the Daemon. Maybe the Daemon would be in Hell and watch this... knowing that Koramund remembered him. The Namekian formed a massive attack that knocked down the Saiyan before two blood red energy beams flew out. Half of the robot was destroyed in a instant, but he danced with the non super-saiyan before crumpling down. The super saiyan ate a bean, jumping up and screaming as he charged towards Koramund. The silent segment ended as Koramund was ripped in two and exploded in a blast of energy. Everyone stood there again, singing peacefully and happily.
"I love you so, Vivi! And when tomorrow comes along, Bye-Bye is what I'll say when I turn and walk away! Oh this sleepy little town, nearly ashes on the ground! I'll leave it all behind, even thoughts of you and I..."
The majin girl stepped onto the stage once more, looking down at her feet. All of her color turned into a pink formless shade that looked towards Koramund. He held the void that was his heart as the angle formed behind him once more. She placed a hand on his shoulder, kissing him with blessing. Koramund turned around with the angel turning to rose petals that danced with them. Koramund turned to a dark blue shade at his core, some color that shined through his dark frame.
He changed to become what he wanted to be. Her best friend. He became a little smaller, transforming into a kitten that jumped into her hair. The figured sung together, "Oh I let out all those words, and I finally felt your touch, And yet despite all that, I said nothing at all! Oh, I love you so Vivi, I love you so, Vivi! Say goodbye to me, Vivi, since that's all our love comes to~..."
It all ended with the two walking off stage, Koramund transforming into a little child next to her. He kissed her cheek goodnight. The stage vanished with the music, leaving nothing as if the story was not worth finishing, or never was. All that was left was a sprouting of pink and dark blue, growing in the middle of the stage. It almost seemed to be a blooming smile, the young sprout waiting for it's time to bloom.
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