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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 10:19 pm
Date: Week three counting from Site 1's collapse.
Location: The North Star Pub
Status: Tipsy
Feign had managed to find his way to an area he was rather familiar with, or at least his blood was. He felt at home in the cold wastelands and in a matter days had found himself making a living by removing the rampaging SCPs from the little town of...well, he couldn't pronounce it, at least not now as everyone cheered for the gray vested man in thick brown khakis who had managed to slay an SCP dubbed "Grendel" by Feign his own self in form of mockery and ego. Plus, the thing was freakin' hideous...and all without shoes. The snow upon the soles of his feet felt so right, always keeping alert, making him feel alive and invincible. The moment he stepped in a building, though, on came the snow boots made from furs of different things he'd killed. And now, as always, he was treated to round on top of rounds, and women offered themselves up to the young foreigner that was just so strong. He thought them all suckers, but played the confused hero part rather well, or well enough to get drinks, women, room, and food.
He'd intended on making his way to Germany, but his blood was burning, trying to force him in to Romania. Germany, even if left a barren wasteland, held all the technology he was looking for to help out the remaining Sites and thus humanity, but the life of a hero was really setting in for him. He'd lost track of his goals, and in the end just stopped caring about anything other than himself, which meant the village. As this night drew to and end and he'd threw up all he'd drank and grown tired of the women that serviced him, he gave true thanks to whoever the hell blew up the site. He had Joshua in he back of his mind, hoping the kid was doing all right with his girl. What pounded at his skull was the fact Setsumei was no doubt free, and more then that, he couldn't help but feel the Site's destruction was only a delightfully side effect to Setsumei's freedom. He wanted to know who instigated it all, and he wanted to kick their a** just to prove to himself he was the best. Taking on the various SCPs had gone from needing brute strength to having to be more tactful then any strategist would ever think possible, but he never found them a challenge in the end. The locals he took on in drunken brawls were more challenging, only in the fact he needed to restrain himself while drunk to keep from killing them.
He'd move from his comfy bed and random intoxicated blonde beauty and make his way on to the porch of his little cottage, sitting on a wooden rocker in nothing but gray shorts. His long black hair fell upon him like a mane, forcing him to move it rather often. He wanted to cut it, but he was so often left with the most gorgeous women given their attraction to his shaved face and long hair. It seemed stupid to him, but that comfort DIDN'T. For now, he sat, rocked, and simply enjoyed watching the snow fall over the village still lit by various fireplaces. He'd removed the need for electricity and plumbing in the area with his own powers, allowing them to become much more self-productive, and in the end, everyone aside from maturing children was grateful. In his mind, it was a cold medieval paradise. And now, as he usually did, he'd allow himself to fall from reality, loosing himself in the fall of the snow while keeping himself alert. He figured if he could kill Grendel, then he could find a wolfish SCP and dub it "Fafnir" while dubbing the next God-damned dragon he'd find "Tiamat." He enjoyed mixing mythological beasts.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 12:09 am
Harumdfa, the Steel Golem, had been covertly following the Agent the whoile time. Well, it was closer to say that Feign didn't really care about his prescense, but hey. He sat atop the building, his massive hands gripping the side of the roof as he looked around. His digitigrade legs allowed him a great deal more flexibility when it came to moving around.
Casually eliminating SCP. ignoring a mission objective. Someone needs a wakeup call! he thought angrily, looking into the distance. It saddened him to see the land he had been plucked from in such disarray. When he wass young, he used to enjoy the beauty winter gave the land. Now... in this strange, enforced winter... It brought only death.
He sighed heavily, hios breath rushing from his nostrils like a steam engine. As far as he could tell, he needed to rouse Feign into being an Agent again.
God hates me.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:00 pm
"You know, they see me as a hero in this town. And I am; my life consists of protecting these people and then being merry. It's a good life, and nothing for me, nor anyone else to complain about. Families can live happily knowing their children will be safe and men can focus on their work while children are free to play and grow. And in the end, I'm rewarded with food, shelter, women...anything I could ask for. I don't think I'll be leaving...but I would appreciate it if you'd stop following me." He'd remain on his wicker rocker, moving back and forth slowly while still starring out in to the snow. The feeling of having a shadow agitated him, both in literal and non-literal senses. Kain was enough to deal with; he didn't need something that was possibly crushing his cottage on top of it...again, literal and non.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 12:53 pm
"What about the rest of the world,. O mighty hero ah justice?" Harumda said, flipping into sight easily, almost like a cat. "You know as well as I do, that a lotta nasty shite's ben let out on the world." he put one hug clawed hand on his hip. "Yeah, this life is an easah one, I'll grant yeh. And it's nice not 'avan to worry about commands an' such. However..."
He loomed close, yellow eye shining a little brighter than usual. "Yer edge is dullin', Feign. Yer gettin' rusty, not havan to face strong foes. Fer all we know, Setsumei could be out dere wreakin' real 'avc while you sit 'ere in yer easy chair. I ain't a man o' big words, nor lofty iudeals.... but sittin' 'ere, lettin' the world otside yer little sphere o' comfort rot, when you can do more? A weak and pitiful way to live, Feign. YTou used to imprison angels, destroy plagues, travel the world and save folks! Yeh used ta be a man aye respected! But now? Yer jus' a local cop who could give two shits about the city mafia." he grunted in anger. "Kill me iff'n ye like." he said. "You ain't worth followin' anymore."
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 9:00 pm
"My focus isn't on the world; life beyond this place is obsolete to me. Yes, I used to have somewhere where I could show off on a daily basis, and truth be told the world's just a playground for me now. But, I'm not like my ancestors. I don't want to fight just to fight. I want each fight to mean something, even if it's trivial. Right now, each pathetic b*****d I bring down keeps these people safe. These are the people feeding me, housing me, and in the end, feeding an ego that craves far more then any mind or stomach. If I leave here now, what of them? I put up a barrier, they're safe, and bam. They forget how lucky they were with me around, and they degenerate all over again. Besides, the last person I served kinda reamed me up the a** pretty hard. Taking orders, much less finding someone to give me any, is low on the list right now." He'd let out a harsh sigh, creating a thick cloud before his face from the cold. He'd nod his head to the chair beside him, trying to get the guy to sit down.
"I didn't intend to stay here. I know Germany's got all sorts of nifty technology...everything I'd need to help me launch a Site in space, one that I could personally keep free of corruption. One that would hold Demons the others couldn't. The Alcatraz for SCPs; the Eden for Agents. It's as easy as I make it sound, but I must say, I need to do so little here to gain so much. Why the hell would I want to leave that behind? True be it I'm selfish, but by shadowing friend...I like these people. They have values, morals and great racks! 'Least the women. Because they know they have to WORK. I leave and...they either die 'cause God knows they can't fend for themselves or they live in an AP/EM field...and rely on it so much they lose site of it all. And how the hell do you even know me!? I didn't work with any Russians...just a lil' fat guy." He'd look to the main wit his right brow arched, rather suspicious. It wasn't hostility, only curiosity that brought upon the question.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 9:14 pm
"I gots weird abilities." Harumda said. "I inheret the memories of those who die around me, for one." he shrugged. "Listen.... when you're ready to get outta yer little bubble... let me know. There are things even you aren't capable of. Defenses you can't break, folks you can't kill, places you can get lost. No matter how good you are, dere's always a biggah fish. Not to say I am dat fish, just that I woul;dn't mind helping."
He sighed heavily. "Oh, yea! I just remembered. OO left me a most interestin' memory. " he said with a grin. "Cor, I think I shouldn't tell ye, just yet."
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:38 am
"...You know, I love to think I'm the center of the universe...in a way, I am. One's world is just that: One's own, and thus, looking at things without a looking glass, we are indeed the center of billions of universes, fending only to allow that one universe to strive. Dunno why I brought that up, but the snow makes me think." He'd look to the man with a smile finally, then shrug while looking back to the night sky. "Tell me when you're ready."
He'd of retreated in to his cabin for a long while, coming out a good time later with his steel toed boots now decorated in Grendel-fur. His brown khakis remained the same, as did the trench coat hanging from his form. He wore a net shirt underneath, allowing him to breath. Kain's beloved Muramasa hung sheathed at his left hip, and holsters could be seen within the coat. The big difference was his hair, now tied back, and the glaive hanging from his back. "You're right. There is something bigger out there, and until I kill it, they're at risk here. Truth be told: The barriers have been in place for a long time. I've allowed different things in just to show them they were safe...but they're beings of free will. They need to suck it up and take on their own responsibilities while I take on my own. When all is said and done, I'll come back. With a ring on my left finger I hope. But, I want that station built, and I want to become an Overseer and prevent anymore tyranny. Plus, I gotta prove you wrong." With that, he'd look to the man with a smirk while putting on fingerless black gloves, each with new transmutation circles atop each hand. "I'm atop the power pyramid. Ain't a damn thing that'll ever beat me. And that's why I HAVE to remain good. Supreme power...like mine...MUST be kept in check. It must go to the good guy, y'know? So Mr. Shadow...wanna trek it with me to Munich?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:29 am
Harumda smiled.
"Coit'nly." he said. "Oh, and der name's Harumda." he said. "But you ken call me Big H." he aadded with a chuckle. "Ah, jus' in case.... I should tell you me otha powers. I can break through any defence, regardl;ess of the power used for it. My eyes see in heat, not light. And..." he picked up a small wooden carved bear, and focused, turning it to steel. "May come in handy." he said with a shrug, loping along behind the hero.
Mission accomplished!
"Oh, and ye 'aven;t met Two." he said. "Damn nice fella. Knows what he's doin'."
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 1:12 pm
"I question each of them. Kindness only goes so far...if he were what he's supposed to be, then I'd have no reason to hunt n' kill what was released. I find it rather pathetic that he hadn't seen through, much less done anything about One's ambitions. Thanks to his ignorance, this world's gone to Hell. Once I actually have the station in orbit, I'll meet with Two to explain my own ambitions. If we can take land, see and air then we ought to be just fine." He'd look about the area one last time, trying to paint a mural in his head to always remember his short, peaceful times by. After letting a small smile creep upon his lips, he'd look to Harumda and then in the direction the needed to travel. "How fast can you move?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:43 pm
Harumda smiled. "Depends. I can be speedy in a fight. but long areas like this can sap my strength... however, I perform far better in the cold than in heat or even room temperature." he said. "Two tried to intervene, afore you arrived. There was an argument... Two agreed to a trail period of three years before he came upon One like a ton o' bricks. You came shortly aftah, and den.... the trouble started. The trouble is that Two and his site are incredibly isolated. It's very difficult to get there and leave, as it should be."
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 1:30 am
"Hear me out big guy. There's a Site beneath the sea, yes? Perfect isolation unit. Then, there are various Sites about the surface of course. Less isolated, less protection...they should serve as detention centers to low-ranking SCPs, while underwater we wave mainly Keter and Euclid. Now, I want to buld the most isolated Site of all - one above the surface. Not in the air, but space. With all my power, and an isolation unit, Keters should NEVER be an issue again, and some Euclids. I'm sick of taking orders, and instead wish to give them given I swear to ******** GOD I should lead. Now, I'm all-powerful, but my power doesn't allow me to conjure an entire station n' launch it correctly into orbit. I need Germany's utilities to help me out. I tried looking in to Russia's, but I was SOL. Infested with SCPs, and if I were to clear it out, everything's far too damaged anywho. I have heard that Germany's managed to put up a good front, namely in Munich." The plan was a little more detailed then that of course...well, not really. It was just Feign's wording that could lead one to question a few things, but, that's what vocal cords were for!
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 2:52 pm
"Germans got off mighty lucky... Just some fiah tossin' hooligans, maybe a few abberrants. No blinky-break-yer-neck-statues, no instant-madness artifacts..." he shrugged. "'S a good plan. Would be better off on a whole 'nother planet, or the moon, or sumthin..." he laughed. "Yeh, hollowin' out the moon, there's a laugh!"
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 12:25 am
"Hollow out the moon? Nah, there's at least a surface there. But, then again...drill a hole straight through, place the Site in the center of the damned thing and rig the crater front to back with a wiring of AP Field nets! Fortify them with EM wires as well and I think we've got a solid defense...still, dunno how hollowin' out the moon will act to this planet. Tides n' the such. Still, that's not a bad idea in the least...something I need to keep in mind." With that, he'd jump from the porch and begin his trek through the snow, seeming to glide atop the ice crystal as opposed to truly walking.
"You said you liked this weather n' you seem built for it, but I'll keep my speed at bay to allow you to keep up. Should we need to move, though, I expect you to hustle my friend. God knows what we may find there, or run in to along the way. I don't want you slowing me down, and I don't want you focusing every bit of energy on simply moving. If you begin to tire, let me know." Truth be told he could just make an item to transport the giant right off, but he figured he'd see how the man dealt with the terrain before doing anything quite yet. They hd plenty of time to analyze one another.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:42 pm
Harumda leapt from the ledge, landing beside him like a cannonball in a swimming pool. Or would have, if the snow wasn't so well-packed. Instead, he made a whole, then exploded out, trudging through it as if it didn't exist.
"Silly-con based life form, they called me." he said with a chuckle.
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 4:28 pm
"Eh, you're somethin'...not too sure on what yet. So. What the hell'd you decide to follow me for, eh? If you got the hots for me, well my friend, can't say I'm in to guys. I mean, Christ. Tons of hair a thing hanging off the front of us? I disgust myself! If it's 'cause you need protection...well, why the hell aren't you in a Site, specifically this nifty ole' Site Dose?"
He'd take note of a wolf-like creature, rather large, heading towards the village. Without a second through his right arm would shoot out and within a second, the creature would fall limp, or at least the body would. The head would roll a bit and stop. Feign would jerk his wrist a bit, forcing his stringed kunai back in to his hand. He'd use a bit of snow to clean the blade, then sheathe it back in his sleeve. "Hope they find that thing; should feed em' for a bit."
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