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Limitless

10-21-2004, 01:51 PM

OOC: Hey hey! Can I join? :)

IC:

Slowly, the calm air some feet away from the combatants began to stir, moving a bit. Soon the air became charged with an alien power, twinkles of color flickered in and out of existence, the particles around the shifting air taking on a strange bluish tint. The sparkling colors increased in numbers as well as the speed of which they appeared until soon even a casual glance would have been enough to notice the stirring energies.

Suddenly the colors appeared and stayed there, still blinking every color in the rainbow, but unlike before, they remained, as if some unknown agent were holding them there. Quickly they accumulated and with a jolt of movement accompanied by a powerful shockwave of energies the sparkly dots elongated, streaking downwards in a spectacle of epic proportions as they streamed together, forming a tapestry of indescribable colors.

As the colors ran its vertical course, the strands of bright color ran together, growing outwards to consume all other threads into itself, the result a magnificent line of brilliant colors.

Then with another burst of power the stream of twinkling energies flashed brightly and then began contorting into a shape before the light exploded outwards and upon the ground crouched a man.

His clothes were literally not of this world, other than his skin pigmentation and well groomed and combed brown hair, he was very much the alien presence. Fastened to his face was a visor of a smooth grey metal, the lens of the cycloptic headgear was impenetrably black, allowing none to see past it and into the eyes of the man. His entire body was covered with a strange synthetic material, some grey some blue, invisibly small sensors encompassing his entire body. On his arms were large, somewhat bulky metal forearm guards, and upon his feet were large metal boots, reaching up above mid calf. The finishing touches on the stranger’s ‘unique’ outfit was a trio of round blue glass spheres, two smaller ones above and away from the much larger one that dominated his chest.

The being stood, his head turning from side to side as he analyzed his environment.

“…Looks like it should be inhabited,” John Doe mumbled to himself, “ these buildings, while crude by my standards could possibly have been the living quarters of the native people of this world.”

John surveyed the area from behind his shades which were only slightly tinted from his view, yellow arrows and points fizzled in and out of sight, words flashing across his sight as it analyzed everything around him.

The man called ECHO moved forward as the statistics being registered from his visor was fed into his mind.

His intelligence informed him that this was indeed a city of sorts, but as he looked around, all he saw was rubble. The whole town was broken, cracked, on fire, or simply dust.

Suddenly his visor pointed downwards and John immediately looked to his feet. His right foot rested upon a fallen slab of concrete that was mysteriously propped up on something. The man from another world removed his foot as he crouched, flinging the chunk of concrete aside like it were but a pillow. The image that greeted him brought a hot, stinging sensation to his eyes as tears instantly formed and trailed down his cheeks to be stopped at his cheekbones, stopped by the bottom of his visor.

Upon the ground was the still remains of a young woman, a pool of blood beneath her. In her arms she clutched her child, dead as well having suffocated when it’s mother fell on top of it as she was crushed by the concrete slab.

“…Helen…?” he spoke quietly to himself, seeing a ghost of his dead wife in the lifeless body at his feet, “…David?” he muttered as he looked at the child, remembering the joy he had felt at holding his young, giggling son in his arms and rocking him to sleep.

Then they had come. The goons of the High Council had burst into his home and beat him into submission as he struggled to get to his restrained wife and baby. With all his genetically bred strength, not even he could have broken away from the four burly men that had been grasping him.

But now it was different…Now he was different. If he had had the ECHO suit then, those fools would have been flung against the wall to crumple to the ground like lifeless dolls caste aside by a child.

But he hadn’t had it then had he? No, he had only come into the possession of this armored suit after they had stolen his legacy, his son, and made him watch as they tortured his beloved.

John clutched his head in his hands as he revisited the memory of that time, her voice ringing in his mind as she howled his name in agony, begging for him to rescue her as she was slowly picked apart by the people who had created him, their laughter overpowering even the wailing coming from his own mouth as he watched them slowly bleed the life out of his wife’s body.

He mentally froze the moment and took a mental snapshot of the fallen woman and child. It would be a constant reminder of what he was doing and why. He would wear his unhealed, scarred memory of his love’s death as a badge of courage as he braved through this world.

He would fight, battle, destroy, conquer anything and everything in his path with as much force as was necessary, and when the time came, and the Empire came to reclaim their tool, he would meet them at the head of his army…

With a flicker an arrow pointed off to his right and he spun quickly and took in the image before him. A ways off were three figures. He quickly hardened himself and ran forward towards them. He was no super hero there to avenge those who long dead, he was an avenger in his own right. He would fight, and fight, and fight until he was the most powerful man on this world, and then he would control all. And the first step in that process would be right here, in this tournament of tournaments. Here he would win prestige and respect he could not gain through pirating or slaughtering innocents. With this tournament he was given the chance of instantaneous recognition in the world, and the beginnings of his empire. His empire would give him the resources he needed to create his army, one that the Empire could not match…an army of Enhanced Cybernetic Humanoid Organisms…An army of ECHO’s, just like him…

Kaieru

10-22-2004, 01:37 AM

((Yeah.. you're from Unrivaled... no one from around anywhere I've been could post something like that EXCEPT people from Unrivaled. Guess I'll join. ))

*The ground thumped some, small pebbles shaking on it and bouncing up. The thumping grew louder, coming towards the tournament. It slowed to a stop as a strange shape came forth from the dust and smoke that was created. It stood at 6'1", counting the large ears or horns that were mounted on its head. As the figure turned, it could be seen that it had a muzzle, and long eyelashes. It turned it's entire body to face off to the side, showing it's long powerful legs, it's strong thick tail, and large biceps. The fists could be made out to seem obscenely big and round, but that was because they were gloves, boxing gloves to be exact.

"..."

He sighed and walked forward, unsure of why he was here. He yawned again, and the smoke finally cleared enough to show what exactly he was. The figure before them was none other then an anthropomorph. A kangaroo to be exact. He forced a small smile at the other fighters. He was hoping to make them believe he was weak, trying to show that he had no power, even though he had quite a bit. He yawned again, and closed his eyes, feeling tired.

"So... how many of you are there?"

As he opened his eyes, he nodded to the people outside the tournament building. Men dressed in black suits all walked up to him with a smirk. The kangaroo sighed and brought up both his fists, then stared at the men. They all drew guns up and started shooting at him, five bullets flew from each gun, five guns in all. The kangaroo powered his legs in a bunch, then shot himself up into the air, over the shots, quick as a flash. He then landed ontop of one of them, bones cracking under his feet. The men growled and shot more at him, the kangaroo ducking down and swinging his tail, knocking two of them over, snapping their legs in half. He then kicked straight up at one, knocking him into the air, then kicked again, shooting him away from him and into a tree. The last man shook in fear, obviously unsure of how this beast could be so strong. Lucas, the kangaroo anthropomorph, sighed and punched him in the middle of his face, busting his nose and making him fall to the ground.

"I hope the real fighters will be better then these wimps..."

He sighed and walked through the gates, then waited till he needed to be called forward to be entered in.**

((Crappy post... I can do better... *sigh*))