Post by Kami-Gaz on May 21, 2017 8:08:59 GMT -5
Krakoom! A roll of thunder was rolling over the storm drenched island of Toroa, rattling the heads of all on lookers, the windows of all buildings fancy enough to afford them and the men locked in a stare down atop of a pair of large central buildings, both being soaked to the bone by the down pour. These men? They were brothers… in a sense. One was a Gyojin, of dragonfish origin. He was big, as tall as they come, as broad as they come… as ruthless as they come. His so-called brother? A human, a decent size but of a very light build, he carried himself well and let his measly weight be supported by the weapon he was carrying. They were both staring, waiting for something… they were also panting, around them were the scars of battle, both on their persons and the environment.
The surroundings were covered in deep gouges and grooves that could only have come from a bladed weapon such as the scythe. In a far greater number were craters, holes and rubble caused by the unmistakably large fist of the fish man, whose dangling chin lure was glowing in the dark stormy sky. The following flash of light was almost immediately followed by the crack of thunder as a lightning bolt slammed into the floor just between the buildings the pair was standing on.
As the thunder rolled away the man’s eyes narrowed and locked onto his opponents. He had caused so much trouble because of his jealousy and it had to end now, the man had to break his adoptive father’s tenants of peace to both get his own revenge and to stop this lunatic from getting what he wanted. Control of the family. As he leapt forwards the beast of a fish man did as well. Fighting a fish man in a rain storm was utter madness, no human in his right mind would fight such a creature in these conditions and hope to win… but this was not a regular human, this was a man raised by a fish man, raised alongside his current opponent, he knew how he would act, what his next move would be and how he would go for the kill on this scythe wielding man.
“You killed your own father!” The human bellowed as he twisted his body in mid-air and spun his scythe around to hit the larger being in the side, forcing him to the ground. “Gerald! You killed him because you’re jealous. That’s not what he wanted! Not how he saw his own death! Jerimiah was a good man!” He carried on once he landed on the other building, looking down to the man who was already climbing to his feet with a scowl filled with nothing but anger. “You killed the only father I ever knew… he was right, you are a monster.” The human spoke.
“No Finn! I killed a weakling who was embarrassing the family! A Tadpole who dragged the Bubbles name through the dirt, he wouldn’t even fight back!” The monster below snarled with his deeper, more guttural tones. As he did he raised his soaked fist and with one mighty heave slammed it into the wall and caused the wall to crumble which in turn caused the roof to cave in. “Then he made his biggest mistake! He named you his successor over his own flesh and blood!”
Jumping back and then again and again until he found a stable section of roof that was not going to fall into the pit as he stepped on it Finn would frown as he prepped his scythe for an attack, strength wise he was no match for the monster of the deep, but he was faster and could outwit him. All he had to do was get a good chance. “Because he saw that the old ways were dead and gone! We couldn’t survive like that anymore!” He shouted before raising his weapon above his head.
Then something strange happened the man with the glowing chin lure below looked up at his adoptive brother and in a nearly alien voice sang… it was female and sounded almost perfect aside from some general static. “It’s the sound of the over-ground! The sound of the over-ground!” A second later this was parroted by a screech that came from the scythe in his hands. “It’s the sound of the over-ground! The sound of the over-ground!” in the background the sound of a heavy tropical storm was replaced with music… guitars and synthetic sounds that did not fir in reality
Then jolting upright in his office, the human looked around, it was late in the morning and it was sunny… he had been dreaming the entire time… these late nights of paper work must be taking a toll on him. By the window was a music player, blaring out this music as loud as it could go and sat on top of it was a grey parrot moving its body and dancing along singing as loud as it could to the lyrics. After a few blinks, Finn got a bit of a better grip of the situation and was more in reality… the dream he was having more a retelling of events that happened not too long ago.
“Morris! Turn it off! I’m awake now.” He said, but his body betrayed him with a quick yawn.
“It’s the sound of the sound of the over ground!” The parrot copied the song, not paying any attention to the human who was clearly getting more annoyed.
Then there was a heavy knocking on the door, three thuds against the wood that shook the room and even shook the music player into stop playing it’s beats. “Boss are you okay? You have a visitor.” A deep voice said as it opened the door, stood there was a pale blue fish man, about as tall as the man who sat at the desk and he was wearing a black suit with a Hawaiian shirt underneath.
“Uh… yeah, let them in.” He replied as he sat up straight and pulled his sunglasses out from his pocket and placed them on his desk. “Morris, I don’t know where you got that… but could you give it back to the person you snagged it from? We have work.” He said making the bird nod as it carefully pulled the disc from the player and put one of his tallons through the hole it had to carefully fly it back down to the street stall. “Sqauu! Work to do!” It repeated as it flapped out of the open window.
The surroundings were covered in deep gouges and grooves that could only have come from a bladed weapon such as the scythe. In a far greater number were craters, holes and rubble caused by the unmistakably large fist of the fish man, whose dangling chin lure was glowing in the dark stormy sky. The following flash of light was almost immediately followed by the crack of thunder as a lightning bolt slammed into the floor just between the buildings the pair was standing on.
As the thunder rolled away the man’s eyes narrowed and locked onto his opponents. He had caused so much trouble because of his jealousy and it had to end now, the man had to break his adoptive father’s tenants of peace to both get his own revenge and to stop this lunatic from getting what he wanted. Control of the family. As he leapt forwards the beast of a fish man did as well. Fighting a fish man in a rain storm was utter madness, no human in his right mind would fight such a creature in these conditions and hope to win… but this was not a regular human, this was a man raised by a fish man, raised alongside his current opponent, he knew how he would act, what his next move would be and how he would go for the kill on this scythe wielding man.
“You killed your own father!” The human bellowed as he twisted his body in mid-air and spun his scythe around to hit the larger being in the side, forcing him to the ground. “Gerald! You killed him because you’re jealous. That’s not what he wanted! Not how he saw his own death! Jerimiah was a good man!” He carried on once he landed on the other building, looking down to the man who was already climbing to his feet with a scowl filled with nothing but anger. “You killed the only father I ever knew… he was right, you are a monster.” The human spoke.
“No Finn! I killed a weakling who was embarrassing the family! A Tadpole who dragged the Bubbles name through the dirt, he wouldn’t even fight back!” The monster below snarled with his deeper, more guttural tones. As he did he raised his soaked fist and with one mighty heave slammed it into the wall and caused the wall to crumble which in turn caused the roof to cave in. “Then he made his biggest mistake! He named you his successor over his own flesh and blood!”
Jumping back and then again and again until he found a stable section of roof that was not going to fall into the pit as he stepped on it Finn would frown as he prepped his scythe for an attack, strength wise he was no match for the monster of the deep, but he was faster and could outwit him. All he had to do was get a good chance. “Because he saw that the old ways were dead and gone! We couldn’t survive like that anymore!” He shouted before raising his weapon above his head.
Then something strange happened the man with the glowing chin lure below looked up at his adoptive brother and in a nearly alien voice sang… it was female and sounded almost perfect aside from some general static. “It’s the sound of the over-ground! The sound of the over-ground!” A second later this was parroted by a screech that came from the scythe in his hands. “It’s the sound of the over-ground! The sound of the over-ground!” in the background the sound of a heavy tropical storm was replaced with music… guitars and synthetic sounds that did not fir in reality
Then jolting upright in his office, the human looked around, it was late in the morning and it was sunny… he had been dreaming the entire time… these late nights of paper work must be taking a toll on him. By the window was a music player, blaring out this music as loud as it could go and sat on top of it was a grey parrot moving its body and dancing along singing as loud as it could to the lyrics. After a few blinks, Finn got a bit of a better grip of the situation and was more in reality… the dream he was having more a retelling of events that happened not too long ago.
“Morris! Turn it off! I’m awake now.” He said, but his body betrayed him with a quick yawn.
“It’s the sound of the sound of the over ground!” The parrot copied the song, not paying any attention to the human who was clearly getting more annoyed.
Then there was a heavy knocking on the door, three thuds against the wood that shook the room and even shook the music player into stop playing it’s beats. “Boss are you okay? You have a visitor.” A deep voice said as it opened the door, stood there was a pale blue fish man, about as tall as the man who sat at the desk and he was wearing a black suit with a Hawaiian shirt underneath.
“Uh… yeah, let them in.” He replied as he sat up straight and pulled his sunglasses out from his pocket and placed them on his desk. “Morris, I don’t know where you got that… but could you give it back to the person you snagged it from? We have work.” He said making the bird nod as it carefully pulled the disc from the player and put one of his tallons through the hole it had to carefully fly it back down to the street stall. “Sqauu! Work to do!” It repeated as it flapped out of the open window.
{OOC}
Right! Here we go! This is the start of something beautiful! Finn has woken up from a dream in some strange circumstances at his desk in his office... who could this visitor be?
Greil9 It's up to you how you enter. If you come in here you can, if not you can insert your man anywhere.
Right! Here we go! This is the start of something beautiful! Finn has woken up from a dream in some strange circumstances at his desk in his office... who could this visitor be?
Greil9 It's up to you how you enter. If you come in here you can, if not you can insert your man anywhere.