Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 23:29:40 GMT -5
Thread PL: 11,530
HW Equipped: 2,883
Darkness...complete and total. The sound of silence rings in his ears as he lays there upon a cold table, somewhere in a sterile room. The great Ocyrian warrior barely had any recollection of what had happened, but he knew that he'd been defeated. He'd also assumed that perhaps his benefactor had abandoned him and left him there to rot...as if he meant nothing. As he opened his dark red eyes, they failed him for a moment...but soon, the blur would become clear as day. Bars. He was laying there, under fluorescent lights, restrained on a cold Steel gurney.
<Wh....where the hell am I? This...is this a prison? What happened to Aurora? Taion? Hrmf...I do not sense either...none of these weak ass power levels could be them. Am I back in the arena again? No...no, I killed that greedy pig...so...where the fuck am I?!"> his thoughts raced, not as fast as his heart. Still healthy...that much was for certain. Those weights on his arms though...they weren't the ones he'd purchased. These...weren't heavy...they just made everything else feel as if it felt like a ton. His awesome power had been inhibited. The brash Ocyrian warrior didn't understand this technology.
That sound was quite familiar though, as familiar as any family member, or an old friend; perhaps an old enemy. He found himself pulling at chains. These chains would rattle as he struggled, his mouth opening and teeth gnashing as he cursed. "What in the actual fuck is going on here?! Hey! Who the hell made this stupid decision?! You never piss one of us off...grrr..." he growled as he began pulling harder at those chains which held him there. His power seemed to be...quite watered down. He'd need to calm himself before he wasted his last bit of energy. "...who could have done this?!"
"Oh my..." he heard what at first sounded like a female voice, but to his disappointment, he'd see a very flamboyantly dressed Tuffle move across the room. The Tuffle was short...with black hair, and green eyes...dressed in a white lab coat. Qui sneered as the creature once again spoke. "...wakey wakey...eggs and bacy. Looks like our subject has decided to wake up! Good to see, good to see...it's hard to draw your blood from you when you're dead weight."
He glowered at his captor. How disrespectful. To capture one of the greatest warriors in the Universe. At least in his mind, he was something special...right now? Not so much. He just stared at the Tuffle as it began to draw his blood, neon green substance filling a vial. "....."
"There there...that should be quite enough..."
Qui grumbled. "Why don't you tell me why I'm here, you fuckin' shit licker?!" So eloquent...so cultured as usual. Qui was pissed. Understandably. He could feel his energy beginning to rise.
The alien simply held the vial of neon green blood up to the light, swirling it around. He'd seen this before...sweet, sweet Ocyrian blood. Strong Ocyrian blood, warrior's blood! He smirked. "It's not too hard of a concept to comprehend. We found you, knocked out amongst some wreckage. You'd been poisoned by some sort of...thing...but we brought you back. We took you here, nursed you back to health." He chuckled. "Now, you're simply a blood sack, and we sell your sweet glowing essence for hair dye."
The Ocyrian deadpanned. Hair dye? Seriously? His sweet, neon blood was being sold on the black market to dye hair. This was stupid. He wasn't so pissed off about the capture anymore. He was more so angered by the fact of his legendary blood being used as hair dye for teenaged girls and partiers. His teeth grinsed in his mouth...his tattoo began to glow. "Really? Seriously? You're telling me that...you...an unknown alien with no right to my blood...are selling it for hair dye?"
The alien looked back at Qui, nodding his head. He couldn't shake this feeling though...something wasn't right. The inhibitors should have been keeping the Ocyrian docile...but he could feel the man's power rising...seething. He spoke cautiously. "...y...yes, the ladies love our line of beauty products!"
"B...beauty...products..." his body...it became surrounded by a waivering, transparent aura. This...this was a skill possessed by the Ocyrian people. It was terrifying to most, but exciting to see and though he wasn't at full power yet...thanks to those inhibitors...he felt the chains breaking. "...do you have any goddamned idea of what I am? Who I am? Do you not understand that I will KILL you the moment I break these chains?! How dare you use MY blood to create beauty, you idiot! I am a fucking instrument of destruction, something you will soon find out!"
Our purple friend gulped and watched on in horror as the chains on the inhibitors would snap. His eyes would widen as the Ocyrian would sprout wings momentarily and appear before him, the creature gasping as those large hands would enclose on his windpipe...choking, the creature couldn't speak.
"You...stole...my blood...now...I'm gonna shed you-" he stopped speaking for a moment...eyes darting back and forth. Still on Plant...he hadn't realized it before, but this was a sad truth. And now...no Aurora. Noone to...order him around. His pale lips curled upward, the Ashen Devil dropping the purple alien then patting him on the head. "-you know what? You're lucky. You're lucky that you are the only one here, and I will always leave one alive to speak of my legend. So tell them...tell them that Qui Jon Ki spared your miserable life. As for me?"
He turned and moved toward the metal door of the small prison with a confident stride. "I have some unfinished business to take care of!" And so the Ocyrian would rip the door from it's hinges...and simply leave. He wanted tp...find a certain Tuffle/Demon and have to talk with them!
Wc: 1029
HW Equipped: 2,883
Darkness...complete and total. The sound of silence rings in his ears as he lays there upon a cold table, somewhere in a sterile room. The great Ocyrian warrior barely had any recollection of what had happened, but he knew that he'd been defeated. He'd also assumed that perhaps his benefactor had abandoned him and left him there to rot...as if he meant nothing. As he opened his dark red eyes, they failed him for a moment...but soon, the blur would become clear as day. Bars. He was laying there, under fluorescent lights, restrained on a cold Steel gurney.
<Wh....where the hell am I? This...is this a prison? What happened to Aurora? Taion? Hrmf...I do not sense either...none of these weak ass power levels could be them. Am I back in the arena again? No...no, I killed that greedy pig...so...where the fuck am I?!"> his thoughts raced, not as fast as his heart. Still healthy...that much was for certain. Those weights on his arms though...they weren't the ones he'd purchased. These...weren't heavy...they just made everything else feel as if it felt like a ton. His awesome power had been inhibited. The brash Ocyrian warrior didn't understand this technology.
That sound was quite familiar though, as familiar as any family member, or an old friend; perhaps an old enemy. He found himself pulling at chains. These chains would rattle as he struggled, his mouth opening and teeth gnashing as he cursed. "What in the actual fuck is going on here?! Hey! Who the hell made this stupid decision?! You never piss one of us off...grrr..." he growled as he began pulling harder at those chains which held him there. His power seemed to be...quite watered down. He'd need to calm himself before he wasted his last bit of energy. "...who could have done this?!"
"Oh my..." he heard what at first sounded like a female voice, but to his disappointment, he'd see a very flamboyantly dressed Tuffle move across the room. The Tuffle was short...with black hair, and green eyes...dressed in a white lab coat. Qui sneered as the creature once again spoke. "...wakey wakey...eggs and bacy. Looks like our subject has decided to wake up! Good to see, good to see...it's hard to draw your blood from you when you're dead weight."
He glowered at his captor. How disrespectful. To capture one of the greatest warriors in the Universe. At least in his mind, he was something special...right now? Not so much. He just stared at the Tuffle as it began to draw his blood, neon green substance filling a vial. "....."
"There there...that should be quite enough..."
Qui grumbled. "Why don't you tell me why I'm here, you fuckin' shit licker?!" So eloquent...so cultured as usual. Qui was pissed. Understandably. He could feel his energy beginning to rise.
The alien simply held the vial of neon green blood up to the light, swirling it around. He'd seen this before...sweet, sweet Ocyrian blood. Strong Ocyrian blood, warrior's blood! He smirked. "It's not too hard of a concept to comprehend. We found you, knocked out amongst some wreckage. You'd been poisoned by some sort of...thing...but we brought you back. We took you here, nursed you back to health." He chuckled. "Now, you're simply a blood sack, and we sell your sweet glowing essence for hair dye."
The Ocyrian deadpanned. Hair dye? Seriously? His sweet, neon blood was being sold on the black market to dye hair. This was stupid. He wasn't so pissed off about the capture anymore. He was more so angered by the fact of his legendary blood being used as hair dye for teenaged girls and partiers. His teeth grinsed in his mouth...his tattoo began to glow. "Really? Seriously? You're telling me that...you...an unknown alien with no right to my blood...are selling it for hair dye?"
The alien looked back at Qui, nodding his head. He couldn't shake this feeling though...something wasn't right. The inhibitors should have been keeping the Ocyrian docile...but he could feel the man's power rising...seething. He spoke cautiously. "...y...yes, the ladies love our line of beauty products!"
"B...beauty...products..." his body...it became surrounded by a waivering, transparent aura. This...this was a skill possessed by the Ocyrian people. It was terrifying to most, but exciting to see and though he wasn't at full power yet...thanks to those inhibitors...he felt the chains breaking. "...do you have any goddamned idea of what I am? Who I am? Do you not understand that I will KILL you the moment I break these chains?! How dare you use MY blood to create beauty, you idiot! I am a fucking instrument of destruction, something you will soon find out!"
Our purple friend gulped and watched on in horror as the chains on the inhibitors would snap. His eyes would widen as the Ocyrian would sprout wings momentarily and appear before him, the creature gasping as those large hands would enclose on his windpipe...choking, the creature couldn't speak.
"You...stole...my blood...now...I'm gonna shed you-" he stopped speaking for a moment...eyes darting back and forth. Still on Plant...he hadn't realized it before, but this was a sad truth. And now...no Aurora. Noone to...order him around. His pale lips curled upward, the Ashen Devil dropping the purple alien then patting him on the head. "-you know what? You're lucky. You're lucky that you are the only one here, and I will always leave one alive to speak of my legend. So tell them...tell them that Qui Jon Ki spared your miserable life. As for me?"
He turned and moved toward the metal door of the small prison with a confident stride. "I have some unfinished business to take care of!" And so the Ocyrian would rip the door from it's hinges...and simply leave. He wanted tp...find a certain Tuffle/Demon and have to talk with them!
Wc: 1029