Hold The Line

[amoroth]

in front of an ancient temple, proteus stood upon a chunk of rubble, before his squad of twelve. "brothers hold your ground and let no one touch this sacred earth!" proteus called out to his battle brothers, as the black orc hoard charged at the small group of soldiers under proteus' command, proteus let out a loud whail that would cause the blood in your veins to freeze.

"CHARGE!" he cried as he let loose a storm of black lighting on the orcs, their obsidion black skin, shimmering with the dark energy that was killing them. proteus serged into the frey with his Black Rose in one hand and his bolter in the other. bullets flew and weapons clashed. "WE NEED MORE DAK-" the orc began but could not finish due to proteus's hammer upside his head. there was a lound CRUNCH, as the hammer impacked the orc's head. he then opened fire with his bolter blowing orcs to bits. "WHO NEEDS DAKA NOW?!" proteus esclaimed. "SIR! BEHIND YOU!" one of proteus' battle brothers cried out. as he heard this, proteus spun around and got bitchslapped by a large orc. "MOTHER FU-" he screamed as he flew backwards firing his bolter.

[tornzero]

"Let's see how this works out," a young man told himself. He was sitting in a chair, about two hundred feet above the temple. God knows how it got there, since it was standing on thin air. A giant sword, bigger than who was in front of it, was against the back of the chair. The edge, coursing with a pinkish energy, spread out over its wielder and the chair alike. It should keep him from getting seen by anyone unfortunate enough to look. If someone did manage to see him beneath the cloak? Well, let's just say they'll get a blinding surprise.

"Brothers! Hold your ground and let no one touch this sacred earth!" Someone was screaming from a band of thirteen men. The leader, probably.

Proteus Abakol. Hardly any taller than me, but the armor would probably make people doubt that. Nice weapon, too. The view of the Black Rose was clear. He must have cleaned it quite a bit. So, with a pack of orcs charging in, Abakol let out... well, it sounded like part-yelling, part-yodeling, but it seemed some of his own group was afraid of it. Who isn't? No one likes yodeling.

"CHARGE!" he screamed, bolts of black-colored lightning flying out and frying the beasts without charring their already ashy skin. This man was definitely their leader. He ran in with his hammer in one hand, a gun in the other.

Let's get ourselves a closer look, shall we? Nagi questioned himself like an announcer as he, his weapon and his chair descended a good hundred feet; half of their original height.

One of the orcs was trying to call for reinforcements or something. "We need more dak--", but he was cut off by the side of Proteus' hammer to his head. Then he was blown apart by the gun the man carried.

"WHO NEEDS DAKA NOW?!" This guy has a fix for screaming, doesn't he? Doesn't seem like he pays too much attention, either. One of his comrades, 'brothers' as he called them, warned him and he twisted himself right into a slap to the face. "MOTHERFU--" he exclaimed while jumping away, firing his gun like a maniac. Meanwhile, his comrades seemed to be getting the shit beat clean out of them. Heh; maybe they were too afraid of Proteus' wail to fight the orcs. One of them in particular was backhanded and sent flying. As he spun, he eyed Nagi in the sky, looking down on him... just before crashing head-first into one of the temple walls, bringing it down.

When should I join in.... Nagi was debating on either jumping into the fray with a bang, or getting some popcorn.

[amoroth]

proteus swung his black rose, having it hit the ground with an earth shattering crash. the shockwave sent a dozen orcs flying in all directions. "BROTHERS FALL BACK!" he ordered and dashed for the wall. seconds later proteus and his men were regrouped and began to mow dow all the orcs.
after the bloody onslaught, then men started cheering, but proteus did not, for in the distance, a larger hoard was beging their march on the temple. "help me set up defences brother." proteus ordered on of the soldiers. "right away sir!" the man replied as he put his bolter away. "hows your head?" proteus asked him as the two began fixing the walls some what. "it's fine sir, but..." he stammered. "but what?" proteus replied. "do you feel like we're being watched sir?"

[tornzero]

"Brothers! Fall back!" They backed themselves into a corner and started tearing the orcs down one by one.

Popcorn it is, then. Obviously, Nagi was only speaking figuratively, now just sitting there to observe. Didn't seem too interesting after they went Hive Mind on him. He sighed, about to drift off to take a nap, but his attention was brought back to a larger inbound army. This may be more entertaining than a miniscule pack like before.

The man who'd headbutted a wall from before was back on his feet now and ordered to help set up a defense. "How's your head?" Abakol asked him.

"It's fine, sir, but..." he started hesitating. "Do you feel like we're being watched, sir?" It seems Nagi's been discovered. Not really, but still.

If they feel like they're being watched... the young man in the sky started to think. How could this be made more fun for everyone? Perhaps I should give them something to do. He'd give the man with a head injury some paranoia, so he activated his telepathy to warn the injured man. Let's see if that feeling of yours overcomes your will to survive with your comrades... when there's someone watching your every move, anticipating your next. Keep from choking, all the while with the knowledge that there's someone, or something, that's able to see you constantly from any and every angle. Even from inside your own head.

With that message and a snap of his hidden fingers, Nagi's image stood on top of the barricade that Proteus and his troubled brother had just built up. He held his sword against his shoulder, and his foot was tapping. The real thing was still on his perch, the one against the fixed wall just an illusion -- one that only the two of them could see. You know what? Let's show Proteus, too. Hm... I haven't even been courteous enough to find out your name.... Okay. So, your name is Cail. Well, Cail, you and your teammate are going to look to be fools soon enough.

The moment Cail looked up, he saw Nagi in full glory and was taken aback, hitting the ground. His eyes closed for a moment, but when he looked back up, the sword-wielder was gone. Cail's heart was pounding from the surprise, but he got over it quickly. Though, when he turned around to see the status on a more secure wall, Nagi was there again. "GAH!" he shouted, pulling out a gun and shooting the illusion. The image disappeared on contact, but the wall behind it was brought tumbling down. Nagi's next false appearance was for Proteus, the image standing only feet behind him, but out of anyone else's sight -- even Cail's now.

[amoroth]

"GAH!" he shouted, pulling out a gun and shooting the illusion. The image disappeared on contact, but the wall behind it was brought tumbling down. "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" proteus ordered him. he then turned around and spotted the illusion. proteus immeadiatly hefted his black rose. "who are you?! and why are you here?!" proteus asked the illusion of nagi, while in a defensive stance.

[tornzero]

The next message was to be sent to Proteus, in the voice of a soft-toned man. Time to play. I'm the darkness in your heart. The aching of your soul. Put simply: I'm your worst nightmare.

The illusion didn't actually speak, but only let out a sinister, cocky grin. The side of his mouth opened up to bare an inch-long canine, resembling a sharpened wolf's fang. Illusion-Nagi raised his blade to the sky and threw it down towards Abakol, releasing a wave of pinkish energy that'll fade away after it makes contact with something. While it wouldn't damage him, he would have definitely felt the agony of his skin and muscle scorching through the armor. And hitting the newly-repaired barricade behind him if he dodged would cause it to topple down like a real attack; because it was a real attack. Either way it worked, the illusion disappeared afterwards, next hiding all but his smiling face behind the oncoming orc army.

The real Nagi was still in his chair, now on the edge because of the chaos he was starting to cause. With his illusion's second appearance to Abakol, he'd probably be immediately affiliated with those grotesque things. Ah-hah, the free-willed are so fun to play with. One of his few methods of entertainment, really. He leaned back in his wooden chair and spun around on one of the back legs as if it was a spinning stool, laughing silently to himself as his image began to spread paranoia to the defending group. Maybe I should infect them like a disease. Give them all the virus.

[amoroth]

"creators give me strength..." proteus murmured and took the hit. his skin burned but only enough to annoy him. he then walked over to the edge of the temple and looked onto the horizon. he scanned the distance and spotted a larger horde of orcs. "MEN! prepare for immortality!" he yelled out "it is the warrior who defines victory or defeate... not sheer numbers..." he said to himself. "i am steel... i am doom... and i shall know no fear!" he chanted. "remember our training, and we will survive! We march for Addicus!" proteus chanted.
"AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" his battle brothers replied. "they want a battle, let's give them a battle...." proteus said as he hefted his black rose and walked inside the temple to pray.

[Matt]

IT was at a moment like this, a man was standing on the temple. He looked upon the entire masses infront of him, with one hell of a cocky grin. He wore a black trenchcoat, in large cursive white letters, were the words "Haters Gonna Hate" written on the bottom, they flowed in the wind, like a flag. He wore purple jeans and a white shirt. His face was feminine, but the rest of him was well built. He was 5' 6" he wore pure black combat boots, and the inside of his flowing Too big trench-coat seemed to be mirrored, around his neck was a pair of headphones, bright orange. His grin was one of perfection.

"hail idiot warriors" He said quietly but strangly heard everywhere.
"I've come to say" He continued
"YOUR DOING IT WRONG!" He yelled and the air shook.
He smiled his perfectly cocky smile.

[amoroth]

"exscuse me?" proteus asked as he exited the temple his look was one of concern. "knock knock?"

[tornzero]

Looks as if a new player's entered our game. Nagi pondered for a moment to think of what to do next.

"Hail, idiot warriors...." The new member of our growing band of freaks started. "I've come to say..."

"YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!" Kyle Evercross he was, on the slightest inspection. The arrogant smirk just oozes entertainment, and the air itself shuddered under the voice.

Three or four teams now, and I'm all on my own. Sol. You know how to greet our new guest. With a soundless snap of his fingers, a white and reddish hellfire erupted around the image of himself in the orc army, wiping out a good fifty square meters without the rest of them even noticing; dimwitted brutes. In the remnants of the army, riding on the shoulders of the orc farthest in front, was a little girl; she didn't look it, but she was made up of every one of the beasts incinerated. No more than five feet tall with big blue eyes and shoulder-length black hair, she wore an open-shoulder black shirt and ruffled tartan skirt. A pair of black and white ears twitched from atop her head; dog ears.

"Whee!" she screamed in joy, trying to spur on the orc she rode with the heel of her boot. "Go faster!"

When the dumb thing completely ignored her, he felt a growing burning sensation in his nether regions....

"FIRE!" The orc started shrieking and running faster at the blazing white flames on his ass, though the cheerful girl didn't seem to have any problems with the heat. The idiot's companions followed suit in attempts to keep up, though foolishly mimicking the butt-slapping motions of their leader. Sol's games may have to end soon, as she saw the temple in the way; as well as a few human-sized pests.

"I don't want to stop playing when I just started!" she groaned out. "Maybe I won't have to." She held herself up to the orc's shoulders and raised her head to the sky with a sly grin, howling to the blue and white void. Without warning, and without a change of weather, lightning fell from the sky to the temple by the hundreds. Even if the ruins stayed intact, there was little chance of anything surviving a wide-spread thunderstorm.

Then again, these people don't seem too natural. Or at least Abakol and the new guy. And if the storm wasn't enough, the howling of the demon-girl empowered the orc army as well, coating them with lightning and hellfires and turning them from mindless savages into aggressive demons under her command as they charged for Proteus, his group, and the new arrival, Kyle. Hahah. A little girl controlling an entire army.

[Shaoraia]

(Well This looks like fun. Jay cetainly likes fun, he does indeed.)

A little girl controlling an army. That would've been an interesting sight and it is certainly what would be happening if suddenly the army hadn't dissapeared entirely no marks to show they were there it was as if they never even existed. Not a single Orc left or were they even there to begin with? Dispite this obvious curiosty a war feild suddenly absent of an army there was a strange air of calm in the area, at least there was for the breif second he wasn't there... A man in what appeared to be a greyish business suit and a fedora walked out from where the army had been his skin was slightly pale his hair was also completely grey. He put off a strange feeling as if there was nothing there at all. His eye's were closed as he walked towards Sol. He stood at an imposing 6 feet tall and...wait was there music playing as he approached? Yes, yes there was. Music was playing specifically 'Smooth Criminal' by Michale Jackson. The Man raised his head and dispite his eye's being closed obviously saw the young looking demon girl.

"Hello there, I've come to tell you a few things." He said his voice was surprisingly friendly compared to the feeling he put off. "You there...Little girl, I've come with a warning. As long as your not officially here you'll be treated as an Npc. I suggest registering as soon as possible." He said chuckling patting her on the head breifly. His sentence didn't really make much sense but it was possible he was refering her to register herself with Gaia he obviously seemed at least a bit worryied about the young girls saftey. He continued past her, walking towards the large thunderstorm as if it weren't there at all. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small blade that seem to be some type of large pocket knife. It looked like if the young girl had any complaints this was the moment to make them but maybe not. He spun the blade in his hand and suddenly was gone from the area entirely.

Suddenly Michale Jackson's 'Smooth criminal' filled the area Nagi could hear it Proteus could hear and Kyle definately could her the song as well. Although the source was simply nowhere to be seen. A rather confident chuckle filled the room as the man appeared behind Kyle. He raised his head so his face wasn't obscured and tipped his fedora in a sort of bow of respect though it was obvious that he didn't really respect anyone here at all. "Hello, My name is Jay. And I will be your D.J. tonight." He said his voice full of cheer as he made his strange announcement. "Please before you do anything rash like attack keep in mind that I'm not here to fight, for a short battle that would be, that it would...I here to make sure everything goes as it should and to make sure the new fighters don't kill each other off before they get a chance to show us what they can do."

[amoroth]

(Can we stop Filling our posts with already posted information PLEASE?, Its just inflating your INCREADABLY small pathetic posts......POST MORE COPY PASTE LESS! - Mooch)

"what do you mean 'show us what they can do'?" proteus asked, his teeth grinding in anticipation for an attack. seconds pass and proteus' men rush in, weapons at the ready. proteus lifted his hand as to say hold fire. the soldiers obeyed and slowly lowered them, but kept an eye on the newcomer.

[Matt]

The lightning storm hit Kyle, and then everysingle bolt of lightning reflected in a diffrent direction, Being deflected by somthing the others couldnt see. Appearntly Kyle had an aura of Perfectly Epic Ego protecting him from harm. "I say we have a tournament....HERE....NOW.....TO TEST OUR MIGHT.....AND AS A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT...IN THE NAME OF FIGHTING SPIRIT SCIENCE!" Kyle proclaimed proudly.

[amoroth]

proteus looked at the horizon to see no orcs left. "I enjoy a good fight... why not." proteus replied. "into the temple men!" he ordered as h lifted his rose and made his way inside. when the group was in, they made their way down to the lower levels of the temple to what looked like a medium sized arena. "we mainly use this for sparring and bunk." he said as his men assembled around the outside of the ring that made up the arena. "we fight only to knock out. if i see any of you yeild... i will shoot you myself... is that clear!?" he yelled to his squad.
"WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" they replied in unison. 'lets see how we do then' proteus thought to himself as he holstered his bolter. "kingsting, retrieve the rings..." he ordered.
one of the soldiers soluted and walked over to the alter and knelt before it. two platinum rings appeared.

he then stood up and retrieved them then brought them over to proteus. "these will make sure that as long as we're in this arena the wearers will not be fatally harmed..."

[tornzero]

Sol dropped to the ground at the song's beginning after a short intermission in the air. "Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson; classic, but the beasts she'd now commanded disappeared completely. She stomped a foot on the ground, frustrated about her new friends, until a man took their place. He was fuckin' huge, at least a good six feet tall... and wearing a business suit? Wait, he was walking towards Sol. What the fuck? Well, this is getting interesting. Nagi started thinking to himself.

"You there... Little girl, I've come with a warning. As long as you're not officially here, you'll be treated as an NPC. I suggest registering as soon as possible."

NPC? Sol took a moment to register it while her head was patted. Non-played character? But Sol is real!

Sol, retreat. As soon as Jay spun the blade in his hand and vanished, Sol was engulfed from the bottom up in white flames, and burnt out into thin air herself in under a second. "Smooth Criminal" played again, but from a closer range. Nagi looked down and noticed Kyle with the new man behind him.

"Hello, My name is Jay, and I will be your D.J. tonight." Sounded like a genuine smart-ass after Nagi's own heart. "I'm here to make sure everything goes as it should, and to make sure the new fighters don't kill each other off before they get a chance to show us what they can do." To be frank, the young-looking man in the sky wanted to see what they could do as well, but... Proteus began to bore him, resorting to violence as every solution. Despite it being a perfect solution to anything and everything, he uses it too much.

Nagi made a short pre-recorded message, like a tape. His entire presence, and any trace of him--including the memories Abakol and Cail had of his image, faded out as everything was going on. The message was sent to all around in a simultaneous male and female voice: Jay, Kyle, Proteus and his band of misfits. Thank you for the show, but my playful companion and I must be away. Farewell.