Post by Geurin on Mar 15, 2013 18:59:43 GMT -5
Hyped, his drive was now more than ever feeling the brutality of his confidence. Sickly, he was overwhelmed with his own energy, the likes of which no universe had ever seen. Cautious, Zach’s optimism was ill placed, for Geurin knew he was the only one capable of destruction at that magnitude, as did Boliko. Crazy, his mind filled with the insomnia of the last couple days. His own arrogance had gotten the better of him. His plans had all seemed so fruitful, so intelligent, so methodical and yet now he wondered if he had made the right decision.
His bones ached with the fever of war. He had done the impossible and yet it still wasn’t enough for him. Why did he exist. He had no true plan or intention, he had no higher cause or greed. No he existed purely to cause suffering to others, and he knew it. He knew that there was little anyone could do to stop him and yet. What if they did.
Cowardly, and perhaps the only one alive with this attribute. Geurin was finding that with his paranoia came extreme cases of irrational fear. He had thoughts of his assistants killing him in the night. He had visions of Tenshu returning to finish what he started. He had visions of Gurin reclaiming his old body and casting Geurin out of the shadows. It was impossible and yet entirely real. Or surreal. He found himself constantly at the Super Dome, training with anticipation.
He couldn’t simply wait it out, he knew that when the day came, and it would, that he would be killed just like the killer he was. He had no remorse, that was beneath him. He was proud of himself for each kill. But now he had something else, a true fear, and a desire to get out. The noble Lord Yakedo paid his price willingly, but what if Boliko was to much to stop, what if he was beyond anything that Geurin had ever faced. What if Nam joined forces with him. What if Zach went crazy and destroyed everyone and everything…What if…
His body crashed against the rails of the super dome. His simulator had created yet another figment of Geurin’s imagination and was combating him with it. The creature was all black, its body filled with everything, and nothing. It was faster and stronger than Geurin at every turn. This was it, this was the fear he held in his body. He knew it had a form, he just didn’t know what it looked like. This was what the simulation developed, its attacks were pristine and direct, following ancient Namekian art in combat. Geurin rolled onto his stomach, pushing upwards on the ground with his weakened arms. Spitting blood and mucus onto the ground below him he cursed.
“Tsk! Figures”
He said, his hatred of the Namekian race turned out to be the thing he feared most. The thing that brought him the sleepless nights and the dreary days was also responsible for his paranoia. Rising to his knees and pulling one foot upwards in an attempt to stand, the black creature was to quick, moving instantly infront of him and peering down. The sim had given him deep red eyes, and Geurin was paralyzed with fear as the black creature shoved its foot below Geurins chin, kicking him over the side of the rail and down into the grounds of the stadium below.
SLAM
Geurin wasn’t about to fight carelessly with saiyans, the gravity had been enhanced as high as he could stand, a miraculous 85 times the normal gravity. This was why he could hardly move, and he was regretting his decision with every wasted second. He could hardly pick himself up. An elbow raised his body to a sitting up position before the black creature appeared again, this time flying downward prepared to end Geurin’s life. His eyes widened, his heart racing, racing, racing he rolled. To avoid the creatures elbow which made contact with the ground, splitting it into an opening in the ground. Surely that would have been Geurin’s chest split wide like a melon had he not moved out of the way. This was real, more real that he was willing to accept.
“Sim, I…I changed my mind turn it off, turn everything off”
He yelled, a voice ringing out from the simulator almost instantly, filling Geurin’s heart with true fear.
“Settings require manual shut off, complete simulated objective, of physically enter failsafe pass code”
The sim…it was….it was below him. Deep within the ground he had placed the simulator that way it could affect the entire dome without being in danger of destruction. This turned out to be his greatest error, for now he could not escape. The walls of the Dome were to tight for Geurin to blast his way out, and the Sim was encased deep within the ground. He would need concentrated power to blow through it. However as his adversary liked to remind him, time was not on his side. The black creature had already made its way back to the still downed Namekian.
“Fuck you!”
He yelled, terrified of the creature that truly did not exist. Two thin beams sent a glow from his pupil to the creature, knocking him back momentarily. Geurin used this moment as his chance to run, rolling on his stomach and pushing hard against the ground he found himself jetting towards the other wall, the gravity slowing him, and biting at his muscles. As his flight turned into a full scale run, and even sprint across the field. He felt weak, like a common human with no training what so ever. Running from the thing he feared most, but what was it? It didn’t have a name, at least he didn’t think it did. It was fast, which he was reminded of once again when his body was kicked in the right side sending him colliding with the wall once again. Not a moment to waste a ball of ki followed that strike. Geurin pushing against the wall with his legs to avoid the blast, that again surely would have killed him.
He couldn’t keep running and dodging, he had to fight back, and he had to counter. His Power level rose, the dark green aura engulfed around his feet and shot up to his forehead. He wasn’t going to let this creature destroy him. It was dark, as his late night spars usually were, the stars and the moon above providing the only light he could see, and so he would change that. Putting his hands up to his head like as if a headliner for Vogue magazine the Namek shouted loudly.
“Solar Flare!”
He had seen Nam use the attack and had always meant to implement it in battle, but it had never seemed like the right moment. This worked surprisingly well, like a long and painful flash of a camera the flare affected the strange creature, as it raised its hands to cover its face. Geurin knew this was his only chance to strike back, leaping forward at his attacker he threw a powerful punch, hitting the jaw of the blackened fight. His left made an uppercut into the ribs and from out of his own body two more hands came jetting out below the first, starting a rhythmic jab session on its midsection.
“You son of a bitch, fuck you! Fuck you if you think you can kill me! I can’t die, and I won’t! I Fucking won’t!”
A third set of arms broke from below the second and began their barrage of his lower stomach. Overall it was one hell of a site, Geurin was railing into the darkened creature, however the next site was even more unbelievable, especially to Geurin. The creature, no longer wincing from the solar flare looked up, unmoved by the physical display shown by Geurin, threw his head forward Into Geurin’s nose. It was A well-executed head-butt that sent blood gushing from the Namek’s nose, and sent the Namek himself into a crying stupor on the ground. Grabbing his nose and cursing fearfully into his now bloodied hands Geurin came to the realization that he had been hit so hard that his arms had all retracted. As his body flew backwards and into the cold ground, each of his new found limbs returned back into his body. Slowly the black creature walked forward, each step ringing throughout the super dome. Geurin gasped, only able to breathe through his mouth due to his now broken nose. He had no where to run, or hide. He scooted backward, pushing himself away from the slowly returning creature only to have himself pushed against the wall of the dome. Tears now streaming down his face, the mighty Prime Minister showed his true colors. Boliko Koregutsu had gotten it right. An Eternal Worm was he. Suki had at least been noble in his defeat, but here, cowering under a creature that did not even rightfully exist, Geurin was proving just how spineless he was.
“No, no go away!”
Silence, the creature didn’t need words, stopping as it was just in front of the helpless god, its hand came down, wrapping each finger around Geurin’s neck, and raising him into the air. His feet kicked, and his hands latched onto the creatures arm to try and pull it away, but to no avail. He was truly done for. He choked over himself, trying so hard to breath, and yet he couldn’t. The free hand of the monstrous creature pulled back slowly, and Geurin watched helplessly as the pointed end of the black arm protruded forward, and pierced his stomach, creating a hole through his body. His eyes widened once again, pain swelling over his face as blood followed the Black arm being pulled back out. His clothing soaked up much of the blood, only to have an overwhelming amount begin to drip onto the ground below them, creating a true puddle. Geurin was done for, he could feel his body ripping apart from the intense gravity, and he could see into the creatures red eyes, without remorse, and most of all without fear.
Geurin had to do something, he couldn’t die, not here, not like this. He had to escape somehow. His hands both erupted with electric energy, his dendou Bikkuri filled the blackened creature with pain, and it stumbled backwards, releasing its grip on the Nameks throat. Geurin collapsed to the ground, coating himself in the purple metallic blood that had poured carelessly from his body. His own organs fell from his wounded core leaving them exposed to open air. His shaking hands rose to his stomach, pushing the organs back in place, and with another shout of pain, green healing Ki began working its magic.
Tenshu had done this once before for Zach after Suki impaled him through the center. However this time it appeared that the black creature had missed all vital organs…intentionally. He was out to make the Namek suffer, and as it rose again, beginning its slow walk back to Geurin, it became clear that he wouldn’t just kill Geurin, he would physically and mentally torture him until he was dead from his own humiliation.
Once the wound was closed there was no time to worry about scarring. Rising both hands, each one now with a Bikkuri set whirling around his wrists and lower arm, he yelled out.
“Come and get me you son of a bitch!”
He was still frightened, but he needed to fight, because running simply wasn’t an option. He took a step forward and burst out from his biowaste towards the creature that had caused him all this pain. The creature retaliated, Bikkuri rings appearing on each of its arms. It knew the Bikkuri? Copying such a technique was above a simple simulation.
“Sim what the hell are you doing”
No response, at least not from the simulation. The blackened creature however spoke its first words to Geurin. A deep cold tone that would cause Christian Bale to shit his pants.
“I am no longer a simulation”
No other words followed, nor were they necessary. Geurin started this fight against a simulation, but now its power, and geurin’s lack thereof was clear. This simulation had taken on power beyond the sim that Geurin had put up with. Throwing up his arms, the two Bikkuri’s clashed, the power of ancient Namekian folklore coming to climax with each swing of his arm, and each slice of his skin. The creature was winning, beating Geurin at his own technique. This was impossible, unthinkable, and yet it was happening.
“No no no fuck no. This can’t happen no no no”
From anger back to frustrated tears the Namek threw his arms in, jabbing and slicing, and yet countered at every turn by the black rings that surrounded the monster he was facing. Finally slashed across the chest, Geurin felt himself thrown back once more, hitting the ground with a hard thud. Again the creature slowly made its way towards Geurin, speaking once more.
“I have been with you Geurin, through all of your evil, through all of your contemplation, and through all of your dreams. I am the darkness that you fear, A power so far beyond your own it is pathetic to even consider beating me. No matter how strong you think you are, I am always stronger, and I am always better. You cannot defeat me Geurin, for I…am now a part of you”
That was enough talking. Geurin pushed both hands against the ground of the all the force he had wrapped around his arms fired his bikkuri. The rocks broke into the cement fixture below, and with all of his might he broke through to the control room below, falling into it, and looking up as the ground around him shattered. The creature looked down, his eyes never losing contact with Geurins as it spoke.
“I will be waiting for you Geurin”
As he fell passed the machine, his arm rose to smack the fail-safe, instantly turning off the entire stadium. Gravity, Simulation, even the water in the bathroom would be unable to run. The entire system was down, and Geurin lay at the bottom. His chest in tatters, his energy all but removed, and his pride stolen from him. Doing only what he felt he could, the might creature curled himself into a ball, his arms wrapped around his legs in a cowardly position, and he cried. Weeping like a little girl Geurin now knew who he truly was, he was a gutless worm, and the symbolism was not lost on him. He knew that if the time came to die, he would not be willing to look it in the face and accept it. He would escape, he had to escape. He would live on to fight again no matter what the costs.
And most importantly of all he had to get stronger…otherwise he would surely be force back by Boliko Koregutsu and his lap dog Rensou Hiruen. And that could not be allowed to happen.
Gravity 85
Simulator
Total gain 2.35
Move: Solar Flare
His bones ached with the fever of war. He had done the impossible and yet it still wasn’t enough for him. Why did he exist. He had no true plan or intention, he had no higher cause or greed. No he existed purely to cause suffering to others, and he knew it. He knew that there was little anyone could do to stop him and yet. What if they did.
Cowardly, and perhaps the only one alive with this attribute. Geurin was finding that with his paranoia came extreme cases of irrational fear. He had thoughts of his assistants killing him in the night. He had visions of Tenshu returning to finish what he started. He had visions of Gurin reclaiming his old body and casting Geurin out of the shadows. It was impossible and yet entirely real. Or surreal. He found himself constantly at the Super Dome, training with anticipation.
He couldn’t simply wait it out, he knew that when the day came, and it would, that he would be killed just like the killer he was. He had no remorse, that was beneath him. He was proud of himself for each kill. But now he had something else, a true fear, and a desire to get out. The noble Lord Yakedo paid his price willingly, but what if Boliko was to much to stop, what if he was beyond anything that Geurin had ever faced. What if Nam joined forces with him. What if Zach went crazy and destroyed everyone and everything…What if…
His body crashed against the rails of the super dome. His simulator had created yet another figment of Geurin’s imagination and was combating him with it. The creature was all black, its body filled with everything, and nothing. It was faster and stronger than Geurin at every turn. This was it, this was the fear he held in his body. He knew it had a form, he just didn’t know what it looked like. This was what the simulation developed, its attacks were pristine and direct, following ancient Namekian art in combat. Geurin rolled onto his stomach, pushing upwards on the ground with his weakened arms. Spitting blood and mucus onto the ground below him he cursed.
“Tsk! Figures”
He said, his hatred of the Namekian race turned out to be the thing he feared most. The thing that brought him the sleepless nights and the dreary days was also responsible for his paranoia. Rising to his knees and pulling one foot upwards in an attempt to stand, the black creature was to quick, moving instantly infront of him and peering down. The sim had given him deep red eyes, and Geurin was paralyzed with fear as the black creature shoved its foot below Geurins chin, kicking him over the side of the rail and down into the grounds of the stadium below.
SLAM
Geurin wasn’t about to fight carelessly with saiyans, the gravity had been enhanced as high as he could stand, a miraculous 85 times the normal gravity. This was why he could hardly move, and he was regretting his decision with every wasted second. He could hardly pick himself up. An elbow raised his body to a sitting up position before the black creature appeared again, this time flying downward prepared to end Geurin’s life. His eyes widened, his heart racing, racing, racing he rolled. To avoid the creatures elbow which made contact with the ground, splitting it into an opening in the ground. Surely that would have been Geurin’s chest split wide like a melon had he not moved out of the way. This was real, more real that he was willing to accept.
“Sim, I…I changed my mind turn it off, turn everything off”
He yelled, a voice ringing out from the simulator almost instantly, filling Geurin’s heart with true fear.
“Settings require manual shut off, complete simulated objective, of physically enter failsafe pass code”
The sim…it was….it was below him. Deep within the ground he had placed the simulator that way it could affect the entire dome without being in danger of destruction. This turned out to be his greatest error, for now he could not escape. The walls of the Dome were to tight for Geurin to blast his way out, and the Sim was encased deep within the ground. He would need concentrated power to blow through it. However as his adversary liked to remind him, time was not on his side. The black creature had already made its way back to the still downed Namekian.
“Fuck you!”
He yelled, terrified of the creature that truly did not exist. Two thin beams sent a glow from his pupil to the creature, knocking him back momentarily. Geurin used this moment as his chance to run, rolling on his stomach and pushing hard against the ground he found himself jetting towards the other wall, the gravity slowing him, and biting at his muscles. As his flight turned into a full scale run, and even sprint across the field. He felt weak, like a common human with no training what so ever. Running from the thing he feared most, but what was it? It didn’t have a name, at least he didn’t think it did. It was fast, which he was reminded of once again when his body was kicked in the right side sending him colliding with the wall once again. Not a moment to waste a ball of ki followed that strike. Geurin pushing against the wall with his legs to avoid the blast, that again surely would have killed him.
He couldn’t keep running and dodging, he had to fight back, and he had to counter. His Power level rose, the dark green aura engulfed around his feet and shot up to his forehead. He wasn’t going to let this creature destroy him. It was dark, as his late night spars usually were, the stars and the moon above providing the only light he could see, and so he would change that. Putting his hands up to his head like as if a headliner for Vogue magazine the Namek shouted loudly.
“Solar Flare!”
He had seen Nam use the attack and had always meant to implement it in battle, but it had never seemed like the right moment. This worked surprisingly well, like a long and painful flash of a camera the flare affected the strange creature, as it raised its hands to cover its face. Geurin knew this was his only chance to strike back, leaping forward at his attacker he threw a powerful punch, hitting the jaw of the blackened fight. His left made an uppercut into the ribs and from out of his own body two more hands came jetting out below the first, starting a rhythmic jab session on its midsection.
“You son of a bitch, fuck you! Fuck you if you think you can kill me! I can’t die, and I won’t! I Fucking won’t!”
A third set of arms broke from below the second and began their barrage of his lower stomach. Overall it was one hell of a site, Geurin was railing into the darkened creature, however the next site was even more unbelievable, especially to Geurin. The creature, no longer wincing from the solar flare looked up, unmoved by the physical display shown by Geurin, threw his head forward Into Geurin’s nose. It was A well-executed head-butt that sent blood gushing from the Namek’s nose, and sent the Namek himself into a crying stupor on the ground. Grabbing his nose and cursing fearfully into his now bloodied hands Geurin came to the realization that he had been hit so hard that his arms had all retracted. As his body flew backwards and into the cold ground, each of his new found limbs returned back into his body. Slowly the black creature walked forward, each step ringing throughout the super dome. Geurin gasped, only able to breathe through his mouth due to his now broken nose. He had no where to run, or hide. He scooted backward, pushing himself away from the slowly returning creature only to have himself pushed against the wall of the dome. Tears now streaming down his face, the mighty Prime Minister showed his true colors. Boliko Koregutsu had gotten it right. An Eternal Worm was he. Suki had at least been noble in his defeat, but here, cowering under a creature that did not even rightfully exist, Geurin was proving just how spineless he was.
“No, no go away!”
Silence, the creature didn’t need words, stopping as it was just in front of the helpless god, its hand came down, wrapping each finger around Geurin’s neck, and raising him into the air. His feet kicked, and his hands latched onto the creatures arm to try and pull it away, but to no avail. He was truly done for. He choked over himself, trying so hard to breath, and yet he couldn’t. The free hand of the monstrous creature pulled back slowly, and Geurin watched helplessly as the pointed end of the black arm protruded forward, and pierced his stomach, creating a hole through his body. His eyes widened once again, pain swelling over his face as blood followed the Black arm being pulled back out. His clothing soaked up much of the blood, only to have an overwhelming amount begin to drip onto the ground below them, creating a true puddle. Geurin was done for, he could feel his body ripping apart from the intense gravity, and he could see into the creatures red eyes, without remorse, and most of all without fear.
Geurin had to do something, he couldn’t die, not here, not like this. He had to escape somehow. His hands both erupted with electric energy, his dendou Bikkuri filled the blackened creature with pain, and it stumbled backwards, releasing its grip on the Nameks throat. Geurin collapsed to the ground, coating himself in the purple metallic blood that had poured carelessly from his body. His own organs fell from his wounded core leaving them exposed to open air. His shaking hands rose to his stomach, pushing the organs back in place, and with another shout of pain, green healing Ki began working its magic.
Tenshu had done this once before for Zach after Suki impaled him through the center. However this time it appeared that the black creature had missed all vital organs…intentionally. He was out to make the Namek suffer, and as it rose again, beginning its slow walk back to Geurin, it became clear that he wouldn’t just kill Geurin, he would physically and mentally torture him until he was dead from his own humiliation.
Once the wound was closed there was no time to worry about scarring. Rising both hands, each one now with a Bikkuri set whirling around his wrists and lower arm, he yelled out.
“Come and get me you son of a bitch!”
He was still frightened, but he needed to fight, because running simply wasn’t an option. He took a step forward and burst out from his biowaste towards the creature that had caused him all this pain. The creature retaliated, Bikkuri rings appearing on each of its arms. It knew the Bikkuri? Copying such a technique was above a simple simulation.
“Sim what the hell are you doing”
No response, at least not from the simulation. The blackened creature however spoke its first words to Geurin. A deep cold tone that would cause Christian Bale to shit his pants.
“I am no longer a simulation”
No other words followed, nor were they necessary. Geurin started this fight against a simulation, but now its power, and geurin’s lack thereof was clear. This simulation had taken on power beyond the sim that Geurin had put up with. Throwing up his arms, the two Bikkuri’s clashed, the power of ancient Namekian folklore coming to climax with each swing of his arm, and each slice of his skin. The creature was winning, beating Geurin at his own technique. This was impossible, unthinkable, and yet it was happening.
“No no no fuck no. This can’t happen no no no”
From anger back to frustrated tears the Namek threw his arms in, jabbing and slicing, and yet countered at every turn by the black rings that surrounded the monster he was facing. Finally slashed across the chest, Geurin felt himself thrown back once more, hitting the ground with a hard thud. Again the creature slowly made its way towards Geurin, speaking once more.
“I have been with you Geurin, through all of your evil, through all of your contemplation, and through all of your dreams. I am the darkness that you fear, A power so far beyond your own it is pathetic to even consider beating me. No matter how strong you think you are, I am always stronger, and I am always better. You cannot defeat me Geurin, for I…am now a part of you”
That was enough talking. Geurin pushed both hands against the ground of the all the force he had wrapped around his arms fired his bikkuri. The rocks broke into the cement fixture below, and with all of his might he broke through to the control room below, falling into it, and looking up as the ground around him shattered. The creature looked down, his eyes never losing contact with Geurins as it spoke.
“I will be waiting for you Geurin”
As he fell passed the machine, his arm rose to smack the fail-safe, instantly turning off the entire stadium. Gravity, Simulation, even the water in the bathroom would be unable to run. The entire system was down, and Geurin lay at the bottom. His chest in tatters, his energy all but removed, and his pride stolen from him. Doing only what he felt he could, the might creature curled himself into a ball, his arms wrapped around his legs in a cowardly position, and he cried. Weeping like a little girl Geurin now knew who he truly was, he was a gutless worm, and the symbolism was not lost on him. He knew that if the time came to die, he would not be willing to look it in the face and accept it. He would escape, he had to escape. He would live on to fight again no matter what the costs.
And most importantly of all he had to get stronger…otherwise he would surely be force back by Boliko Koregutsu and his lap dog Rensou Hiruen. And that could not be allowed to happen.
Gravity 85
Simulator
Total gain 2.35
Move: Solar Flare
