| I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 25 [Showdown 33 - RP 1] | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 19 2008, 01:01 PM (56 Views) | |
| Night | Jul 19 2008, 01:01 PM Post #1 |
![]()
sVo Legend
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been here. I stare ahead of me at the two men blocking my path. Trees line the dirt path we all stand on. A strange pair these two make. One is dressed in a tuxedo and grins at me confidently. The other wears black robes; a white patch on the front of his collar indicates he is a man of the cloth. Beyond them I catch sight of my home. It has been a long journey and it is hard for me to think of anything but rest. Still, the sight of these two blocking my path lets me know that is certainly not the next thing on my agenda... With a sigh I charge forward. I have learnt through my travels that there is no point in hesitation when it comes to a fight. There is no right time, only readiness. The two men brace themselves as I approach. Time seems to slow for me as I approach the two men. I am running at full speed and yet it is as if everything passes in slow motion. Looking from one to the other and back again I have barely decided on a battle plan when the lights unexplainably cut out. Perhaps not an irregular event usually, but standing in the middle of a forest - it takes on more of an unusual air. It takes me a moment to remember I am still running and, thinking about the darkness now surrounding me it occurs to me that tripping over some unseen object is a real possibility. Just as this thought rushes through my mind my toe catches under what feels like a tree root and I crash face-first into the dirt. I emerge sputtering to find the light has returned and it is as if nothing happened - except that both men are now gone. Vanished from sight. This is strange. It’s never happened before, not even here. Dusting myself off I stand and look around me. Somehow I have run all the way to the keep - my safe haven. Searching around the surrounding forest I cannot even see the path I had just walked. Where could it have gone? Craning my neck, I search around me relentlessly. Opponents don’t generally have a habit of just vanishing into thin air never to be heard from again. Better to be safe than sorry. “That’s always a good policy,” a voice echoes from behind me. I turn in surprise and find myself face-to-face with a figure in a dark hood. “Who are you?” I ask wearily. “I have come for what you possess,” he abruptly replies, “A trophy...” He indicates my shoulder and I follow his gaze. As my eyes come to rest on my shoulder I find that the sVo International Championship is resting there comfortably. “You’re not the first,” I answer him, “Was it you who made the other two vanish?” He shakes his head in the affirmative. “I took them,” he sneers, “And now you and I will face them - together...” It takes a moment for his words to sink in with me. We... what? As if hearing my thoughts - or perhaps I am thinking aloud, I can’t tell - he nods confirmation to me. Struggling to understand what he is telling me I look to the ground, struggling to shut out distractions. Although I try to focus I cannot help but notice the new keep. Although I had a hand in constructing it, it is as if I am seeing it for the first time. It bears a strong resemblance to the first, although I know that this time it is constructed of stone - hopefully a more permanent structure. Looking back to the hooded figure I see that he now stands with his back to me. “Hey!” I cry out, “Who are you?” My tone sharpens in frustration. Who is this man and how dare he try to make demands of me? “I asked you a question!” my voice is more demanding now, “Who are you?” Tired of waiting for an answer I reach out a hand and grab hold of the figure’s robed shoulder. Without wasting a second I pull his shoulder towards me with as much strength as I can muster. With a feeling of triumph and vindication he turns towards me easily. However, those feelings quickly turn to horror as the figure turns - revealing a tall, white pointed hat, his robes now a matching shade. This isn’t the same man. It’s the archbishop. “What do you want?” As I ask the question I hear the confidence immediately drained from my voice. “You are being attacked from all sides,” he replies in a strangely familiar voice, “As am I... it is time we sought help.” “Who... who’s attacking you?” I stammer. He stares at me blankly from behind his blurred features. I return his stare and as I do, I get a strong feeling that his face is twisting... changing somehow. Squinting my eyes I move closer towards him to better see what is happening, and recoil as I realize his face has morphed... ... into that of my master’s - Akira Kimura. The head of the KIMURA Dojo, my teacher, stares at me blankly, still dressed in the white robe and white hat of the archbishop. Remembering perfectly well that this is a dream, I know that I should be more prepared and less shocked by sights such as these. However, call me crazy, but there is something unsettling about a dream tormentor morphing into a mentor from my waking life. I hurriedly rush for the main entrance of the keep and as I reach for the door I find myself safely inside. Breathing a calming breath I lean back on the door. Opening my eyes I am surprised to find myself in a casino. It seems familiar, although different somehow. And despite this strange feeling, I also know that somehow this is home. Slowly I stand and move awestruck into the bustling casino. A greeter babbles incoherently towards me as I stride past him. It takes me a moment to notice I am not alone and, looking around me I realise I am flanked by nine samurai, their armour resembling the night sky; my personal guard. On my right I recognize the featureless face of the captain of the guard. Although searching my memory I have never seen these men move in any number other than eight. Turning to face the man to my left I once again find the face of my mentor, Akira Kimura. “Master?” I ask, much calmer seeing his face displaced onto another body. “You see, Akumu?” he asks me, “There is safety in numbers.” “Uh... yes. I suppose,” comes my unsure reply. There may be safety in numbers but I have always worked better alone. Even having my mentor with me as my manager has been... strange... at times. “Then you must trust me,” he continues flatly, “And allow people to help you.” “... very well,” I concede, “Will they be here soon? I have to face two men with someone I am not sure I trust...” “No,” I find myself disappointed by his blunt reply, “But soon. For now...” Once again darkness and the eerie ringing of silence swamp me. In the distance I hear something. It is faint, but there is definitely something. The ocean? It is a light roar. Slowly but strongly it grows until it surrounds me completely, Master Kimura’s voice echoes loudly in my head, “... you are alone.” As the light returns it is almost blinding. I am in a wrestling ring set on the gaming floor. Around me faceless people sit fixated on their machines as they mechanically place a coin in the slot and pull the lever. Their movements appear uniform but the sound is random and chaotic. Across the ring from myself is the man in the tuxedo and the preacher. Beside me the hooded figure stands ominously. Outside the ring an invisible mob roars, blood-thirst clear in its collective voice. Somewhere in the distance a bell rings and in an instant the world around me turns to chaos. The two figures across the ring charge at me and are replaced by a flurry of motion. I find myself bombarded by kicks and punches from all sides. Desperately I lash out in all directions striking at anyone I can hit. Still, the attack is relentless and I feel my strength seeping from my limbs. Lying on my back I see above me one of the blurs strikes another and the assault on me lessens. Somehow I manage to stand among the fray as punches, kicks and headbutts fly in all directions. Through the chaos I notice that it is not just the four of us however. There is another. A dark figure with a strange greenish tinge. He catches sight of me as I am caught with a knee to the ribs from someone. It’s going to be a long night... |
![]() | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · sVo Showdown RP Archive · Next Topic » |









![]](http://imageshack.us/a/img688/1050/pipend.jpg)





12:56 AM Jul 11