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| Topic Started: Oct 23 2009, 07:43 PM (201 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Oct 23 2009, 07:43 PM Post #1 |
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Upon reaching Escennia, he could feel the hatred of its people radiating toward him. Hatred was drawn to him, it was a gift that came with his species of evil rulers. However, it was late at night...and he could sense the reason for everyone's hatred, it was Voltaire's favorite kind of person; rich snobs. They hated anyone who wasn't rich and that gave him power...power to destroy this pitiful town. If only he'd had his spells, perhaps he would destroy one of the ancient buildings or two and fled the scene, allowing them to become more bitter and hateful. Oh, how being wicked and devilish excited him so. However, his rampage would have to wait until his powers had returned to him, but now he was going to one of those disgustingly colored Pokemon Centers. Upon reaching the brightly colored building with a large pokeball lit up, he entered to find it was even more brightly colored. Some might think that he was wearing his Halloween costume around town to try and spook people...or some might assume he was just a freak and just avoid him. Either way, when he placed his single pokeball upon the counter, Nurse Joy was more than pleased to help him. So pleased, in fact, that he found it rather repulsive. "How is your night going?" She asked, her tone sweet, though wavering under the intense aura of hate that he carried with him everywhere he went. This aura was magnified two-fold because of the town that he was in, to the point where he might seem like a large purple aura was surrounding him. "My night...shall be going well, soon enough." His eyes curved into crescents, glowing wickedly as he stared deep into Nurse Joy's eyes, captivating her gaze and locking her in a stare. She felt dread clutch at her heart and her lower lip quivered slightly before she picked up his Pokeball, her mood seeming to dwindle on the brink of a complete relapse, making her rethink her career as a rather joyous person. She placed the sphere upon the counter and walked off to the backroom, tears forming in her eyes as he let a soft chuckle hiss past his lips. His gloved fingers delicately picked up Rem's pokeball and he examined it, "Hm...so that machine completely heals...interesting. Perhaps they have something similar to it for humans...?" He inquired momentarily. Though the only reason Voltaire would think of the well-being of humans was so that they were healthy enough to build monuments in his honor when he took over the pitiful country. His next stop was the PokeMart, and though he had money, he thought it was time he liberated some things using his grotesque form. His form moved gracefully, feeling quite alive as the cool night air brushed across his body and he stopped as he reached the door to the PokeMart. Just as he was about to open the door, a man came to the door and opened it, examining the being of hatred that stood outside. He gave a warm smile, "We're about to close, but come on in and I'll ring you up!" The putrid stench of sweet pastries and other such sweets filled the shop and Voltaire felt his gag reflex nearly kick in. The middle-aged man went to sit behind the counter, waiting patiently for Voltaire to finish shopping. Such a nice, kind man...he was pitiful. Voltaire's hands gripped five potions, four antidotes, four paralyze heals, and three revives and he took the up to the counter. With each item, he had used the Pokedex to scan exactly what they were and how they would help him. He carefully thought out his plan to escape with the items, and he knew what the device on the wall behind the old man was for. It was called a camera, on other worlds he had seen them and they had proved to be a nuisance. So, as he set the items down, he let one long, slimy black tentacle slither out from beneath his robes, unseen by the man as it was obscured by the counter. It moved until he felt the wall and then slowly the appendage went up the wall as Voltaire kept his attention with ringing up his items. The nice thing about having mere circles for eyes was that one could never tell where you were looking exactly, as it looked like Voltaire was staring at the man's haircut. In reality, he was watching his tentacle slowly turn the camera in another direction, toward the door, which was a good ten feet away, where the camera wouldn't be able to see his transformation. His eyes tilted amusedly down to the man, who, by the time he had finished ringing up the items, was seeming rather down as opposed to his once more cheerful self. With a heavy sigh, he said "Okay...it'll be 7200 zenni for it all." He looked up from the cash register and gazed directly into the eyes of pure hatred as they curved into dangerous crescents. The pointed tips of which were pointing directly downward. "Stare into my eyes, innocent. Witness a nightmare before your very eyes..." Voltaire hissed,his eyes opening wide as the man seemed to jerk once and become entranced by the eyes. He became trapped within his own mind, which at the moment consisted of only blackness. Then, a pair of glowing yellow eyes formed within the darkness, shattering it and shining down like two fluorescent lights upon him. "G-God...?" He asked pathetically, and a white line appeared beneath the teeth. Soon, it spread into a curved smile...and two rows of razor sharp fangs were revealed, which parted to reveal long forked tongue. These fangs could have easily sliced the man in two, and his eyes widened and he fell onto his back, scrambling back only to be pushed forward by an unknown force. "I am no GOD, pitiful flesh sack!" He growled, his voice deep and raspy. As he spoke, a thin red mist rolled from the large mouth and Voltaire's true form was then revealed. From the glowing yellow eyes protruded a pointed head, which was normally hidden beneath his pointed hat. The rows of sharp teeth were normally concealed by tentacles covering his mouth, yet he could easily manipulate his voice to make it sound as though it were coming from his mouth. Thousands of dark tentacles spread out from the head of the beast, and the man's eyes grew wide, his breathing increased and he went pale. Lightning flashed, giving a glimpse of the creature's grotesque and slimy body as tentacles slowly moved to grip the man's neck, lifting him off the ground. "I am...your world's Death." Came the deep voice that seemed to echo eerily. A red light emerged from between the teeth, as though his mouth was a gateway to Hell, and any who dared to challenge him would meet the fate of all others. As the old man peered into the eyes of the fiend, he saw his life flash before his eyes. Happy times, ruined by the thought of what this being might do to his family, now that he knew they lived in Kevin Baconville. Perhaps Voltaire would go pay them a visit someday...then again, they lived in the goddamn desert. So probably not. The slime covering his real body tended to dry out when he was in dry places. Anyhow, the family of the old man, known as Cecil by his name tag, were being destroyed utterly in each of his visions from the past. The once good memories were now turning into horrid nightmares, things he would never be able to unsee. From gory demise to brutal actions toward his younger wife's sexual organs. The old man would either die or live the rest of his days in pure emotional agony. Voltaire wasn't interested in devouring humans, however, they were far too disgusting for his taste. He fed off the negative emotions of people, and the only reason he was able to lock someone into their own mind and do horrible, unspeakable things to them was simply because this city was full of snobs. Hateful snobs who despised those that were not of their own rich kind. Who only wished the world was full of rich people. A dark chuckle rose from his lips and it soon erupted into ear splitting laughter, filled with purely evil intentions as he released the man from his hold. Though it had been supremely loud within the man's mind, the camera wouldn't have picked up any of the sounds because they hadn't occurred outside of the shop keeper's mind. "There is your payment." He said, trying to sound as sweet as possible as he scooped up the items into his robes and slithered out, turning the camera back to face the counter before he left. The man stared at the spot where he had been, a small amount of saliva slowly oozing from the corner of his lips. Poor Cecille had just been through the most horrifying experience of his life...and now it was about to get worse. His brain finally registered what had happened and he grasped the sides of his skull tightly, raking his fingernails across the tight flesh of his scalp. Small amounts of hair dropped to the floor as the man fell to his knees, his forehead pressing into the ground as the horrifying scene caught up to his real body after being surrendered to the being of hate beforehand. His head arced back and smashed into the floor wildly, and nobody would be the wiser if they were to look at the security camera. After all...a normal human would have no way of turning the camera, and in real time, it would have only seemed like a second, though it might have seemed like several terrifying minutes to the human who had just witness only a small fraction of what boiled within Voltaire every second of every day. A smug look on the being of hatred's face as he walked out of the mart, his eyes casting from side to side casually, as though he had walked from the store and personally purchased the items rather than scarred the man with visions of horror. He glanced at a person, his nose large and turned up into the air as though he was better than everyone else. A chuckle rose from Voltaire's lips as he swept over to the person, "'scuse me, sir?! Money for the poor!" He said pleadingly, holding back laughter that bashed upon the walls of his throat, wishing to be left out. The man gave a rather scornful glare and a rush of hatred washed over the mage, causing him to shudder with delight. "Thank you, oh wealthy man." Voltaire chuckled as the man began to walk a little further. "What a fun world this is." He stated matter-of-factly to himself before exiting the city, feeling quite satisfied. Attempting to get: x5 x4 x4 x3
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| Shadowheart | Oct 25 2009, 03:19 PM Post #2 |
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...XD This made me laugh somewhat. I can really imagine everything happening the way you describe it. Nothing particularly outlandish, it was pretty fair, though a good look into Voltaire's character. So anyway, tallying it all up, it comes down to... 4.7. Since this is a steal, there's no real reason to reimburse from your score for the items, but since this came in freeform format and no one could really stop you if anyone cared enough to, I'm just going to take off 0.5 from it, so now your real total score is 4.2 Enjoy!~Taddle |
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Party APL: 38 ![]() Thanks Mira for the sig! ^^ | |
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| Deleted User | Oct 25 2009, 03:39 PM Post #3 |
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Also, while I'm here... Distributing that I have from RP to Dunsparce.1.2 + 0.3 = Level up! Dunsparce is now level 7 and thus my APL is that as well. Now, back to Halcyon Forest! |
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from it, so now your real total score is 4.2 






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that I have from RP to Dunsparce.
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