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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 20, 2011 20:47:13 GMT -6
Hands behind his head, hood up and walking tall Lich T. Noir walked down the long tunnel with probably the only person he could stomach walking with. The poorly lit tunnel was poorly lit and musty, musty as in it smelled like old blood. Lich liked the smell of blood; he couldn't really smell anything since he didn't breath but from what he was told he like the smell. He liked it even more when he was the one who spilled it. Unfortunately for him today that was not the case. "It would have been better if they had been fights to the death, Lico."
The tunnel that Lich and his companion, Calico, or Lico as Lich called him, was the long exit leading out and under the Valkyn Coliseum where they had just watched some very boring matches. No one even died. The tunnel echoed with the sounds of people talking and walking. Lich was walking with twenty percent night vision overlay. It was bright as day to him in the dank little tunnel. The crowd in the tunnel was pretty thick and probably smelled from sitting in the hot sun for so long; maybe it was a good thing Lich couldn't smell.
He was starting to get bored, they weren't making much distance at all and Calico had been pretty quite during the fights; he must have been bored with them too. Not enough blood. Lich flipped his range finder on, they had only moved five feet. The guy who's feet that Lich had been kicking on purpose now and then looked back angrily at him but looked away at the sight of Lich's toothy grin. Lich threw on his range finder again, they hadn't moved at all. He kicked the guy's foot again as if to say hurry up.. like the poor guy actually had anywhere to move to.
Lich was dangerous when he was bored and it was dangerous to be around Lich when he was bored. He gets creative and it's bad when he gets creative. For those he's getting creative with that is. If this crowd didn't start moving... There was a noise getting closer from behind but Lich didn't care yet. "Calico, don't ignore me you bitch."
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Post by Calico D. Kirikazoku on Mar 21, 2011 14:08:48 GMT -6
A man wearing a high-raised collar, long black coat which came to his knees follow his partner, Lich T. Noir. Both of them walked down a long tunnel of Valkyn Arena. His eyes went side to side, studying this old crappy tunnel. Underneath his breathe, he insulted this tunnel. As normal, he ignored Lich who called him Lico. He never did understand why he was called Lico but he didn't care all the much but he just felt like ignoring Lich. Soon the two exit the long tunnel to see several matches going on in Valkyn Coliseum. Like Lich said, no one was dying, so it was pretty much boring. So, Lich called him by his real name which go his attention.
"Come down, Lich. In due time, we will kill." Calico said, looking at the fightings, studying their technquies and abilities. It would had seem that they didn't put any raw power behind those abilities of theirs. "Lich, these motherfuckers are pissing the hell out of me. Why are we here?" He said in total anger. The noise of the crowd and the lack of blood was starting to mess with the Mad Surgeon head. He turned to Lich, waiting for him to reply to his question. All turn, he knew Lich was just as annoyed as he was so, why on earth were they here? The was really annoying. Calico rather be at some other blue, watching some fat lady beat the crap out of her husband for cheating on her with a fine-ass looking woman. He grabbed his dagger and started twilling it around, trying to take away some of his anger. But sadly, it wasn't working. He was a dog who needed blood and fast.
After being here for 15 minutes, a man bumped into Lich. The Mad Surgeon closed his eyes and laughed. Little did this man know what was going to happen to his ass. He placed his dagger in Lich's hand. "Tell me, is this why you brought me here?"
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 21, 2011 17:41:55 GMT -6
"Lich, these motherfuckers are pissing the hell out of me. Why are we here?" Calico whined even though Lich wouldn't have wanted to come to the fights if he hadn't told him that there wouldn't be any fatalities. In Lich's mind the whole trip was Lico's idea! and now he was bitching about it. Lich snorted and kicked the guy in front of him again.
As Lico pulled out his dagger and started twirling it around some snot nosed kid had taken notice of the weapon being nimbly tossed up and down. Lich watched the kid for a minute till he took notice of the cyborg who then made a face, pulling down his eye lids while rolling his eyes back and bearing his sharp metallic teeth while wagging his long tongue around. If it weren't for the fact that he looked really creepy it might have been funny.
Diverting his attention back to the fights Lich realized something horrific. He hadn't killed anyone in days. DAYS. Days for Pete's sake; and that's when it happened, he found his volunteer. A fairly rude mother fucker holding a crap load of food and a rather large beverage was trying to squeeze his fat ass threw the aisle behind where Lico and Lich were sitting. The fat fuck had the audacity to bump into Lico, and to top it off he spilled some fucking popcorn on him. Popcorn... on him. He spilled popcorn on him. Muther fucker had to pay.
Lico laughed as the fat bastard looked down on Lich and his popcorn. Lich's eye started twitching, which on a side note is interesting since he is of course a robot. While a human's nervous twitch is a result of nerves and muscles a cyborgs twitch is usually a malfunction of some sort; Even though Lich had no such malfunctions in his physical build, circuitry or programming it must have been something left over in his memory from when he was human, lost within his subconscious. Lich was in fact unaware that he even had such a facial twitch, but this was trivial.
As fatty mumbled something along the lines of 'aww my popcorn' Calico handed his dagger over to Lich and submitted an inquiry. "Is this why you brought me here?" It had not been Lich's original intention but now that there were here and in this situation... "Fuck no." Lich stood and plunged the dagger into the mans chest, just below the neck and above the heart and then twisted it like a key. Lich cackled in joy as the man dropped his shit, a stunned look on his face as he looked from lich to the dagger. He placed a hand on the hilt as he dropped to his knees, unable to pull the weapon from his body in his weakened state of shock.
The crowd around Lich and Lico went silent for a moment until the woman who had been sitting next to Lich let out a scream of terror. Lich snickered as his hand shot out to grasp her throat. He hated that noise, shrieks of utter terror. He preferred his victims to gurgle and wheeze while they died and if possible, be silent in their surprise of HI YOU'RE GUNNA DIE SUCKER.
The man seated in front of Lich rose up as Lich grasped the woman with the intention of attacking the crazed bastard. Bad move, Lich was a killing machine and he was a push over. As the man wound up to throw a punch at Lich the cyborg crushed the throat and windpipe of the defenseless woman while he lunged head first at the man, sinking his sharp teeth into his throat. Ah, there was that sound he liked so much. The woman attempted to shout with her crushed throat resulting in a luxurious bubbly, wheezy, gasping cry while the man simply made a luscious gargling, choking noise as blood filled up his lungs and sprayed from his neck.
"Bleeeeeeehhh..." Lich opened his mouth and let the chunk of flesh fall out of his mouth and roll off his dangling tongue and fall to the feet of it's owner; blood flowing out and soaking his jaw and trickling down his neck... now who was next.
Kill Count:
Total Kills: 3
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Post by Calico D. Kirikazoku on Mar 22, 2011 17:00:58 GMT -6
After handing Lich his dagger, he reached into his pouch and grabbed Tenshi, slowly pulling out without revealing it to the crowd. Calico laughed and shook his head at the site of blood that completely covered his dagger that Lich shoved into the fat asshole. Man, was this great. Calico also figured that the crowd was going to make noise out of someone he didn't know. But it would have seem that he was wrong. They remained completely silent, which was perfect. A woman sitting next to Lich screamed. She wasn't bad looking either. "Oh, no." Calico said as he waved his hand at the lady. Today, was that bitch last day on earth and she couldn't picked a better way to go then this. He signed as he bent down to his knees and looked at the fatty who dagger was now in his chest. He grabbed the fatty by his hair and pulled his head up slightly. He was so...ulgy.
He then shot the fatty inbetween the eyes, just for fun and because he got all his fucking blood on his dagger. He then turned the body over, and pulled the dagger for his gut. By time Calico did all this, Lich was beginning to get attacked by some morons. He just shooked his head and spoked. "No. You never attack, Lich. Never!" He had showed that, Lich was taking all the fun. Calico caught someone running away out of the left corner of his eye. He turned slightly to his left and pulled the trigger, releasing the bullet aim straight at the son of bitch. The bullet sadly hit a woman in her mid-30's in her heart area. "Damn! That bitch got in the way!" He yelled at the fact that he missed his target. He never did like missing. Now he had to waste another bullet on the fool. He began running and then jumped infront of the bastard, looking straight in the man's eyes. The man could see that Calico's eyes looked like a demon and was a man with nothing and nothing to lose.
Calico had his gun, resting on his left shoulder. He slightly lower the gun until it meet this man's head. With his free hand, he reached for Emna. He pointed at a 45 degree angle behind his back. He pulled both triggers at the same time. The first bullet, slipped the man's brains out all over the chairs and anyone who was behind him. The second pulled, hit someone in the back of the neck. He smilled as the man's body fell, revealing to the people behind him, Calico's devilish smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to hell on earth. I see you have your tickets and we will get to every one of you as soon as we can." Calico said, as he jumped and performed a backflip. He landed in a chair, looking for his next victim.
Killed; three civilians
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 22, 2011 17:58:43 GMT -6
[OOC: I'd like to open this thread up to one or two people after your post, Brook, if that's cool with you. DE or NDE idc]
Gunshots echoed threw the arena. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Knowing Calico three shots probably meant three corpses. Lich wasn't that fond of guns, they were loud and far too neat and impersonal. Point shoot repeat.. anyone could do that, maybe not well but still. No, Lich preferred to get up close and personal and at the moment, he was about to get up close and personal with a lot more people.
Now that the crowd had a good idea of the carnage taking place around them there were two types of people in Lich's opinion. Type one were weaklings, people running for their lives in fear. A few dead people and some gun shots and they were out of there, not exactly thrilling or challenging. The others were the ones that Lich was interested in, this group was labeled 'Fertilizer'. Fertilizer was composed of those who witnessed the art of killing displayed by Lich, weren't running from a man with a gun and thought them selves strong enough to stop the two renegades. By taking on the role of the hero they signed themselves up for slaughter and once dead, would make some primo fertilizer.
Example A: Slightly muscular man with mustache; Instead of following the consensus of the crowd to run the fuck away he choose instead to yell barbarically and charge the blood soaked Lich from three rows away. Upon coming into range of Lich he threw a giant over handed haymaker aimed strait for the blood-gluttons slimy blood covered kisser. "WRONG MOVE PAL!" Lich shouted as he ducked under the punch and countered with a quick open handed shot to the mans face; grasping tightly and using the fool's momentum to flip him upside down as he drove the back of his head towards the hard concrete floor. Lich may not look it but his robotic servos can torc out some major force. In this scenario that force was aimed at smashing the goofy mustache guy's head into the floor, with great success! The man's skull cracked on impact, not killing him but causing a pretty substantial concussion, Lich not killing his victim however would be like going to a Chinese restaurant and not getting an egg roll. Get the fucking egg roll, eat it and shut up. As the man's body caught up with his sudden change of orientation the weight of his most likely precious muscles bared down on his neck, causing it to break and thus ending his sorry excuse for a life.
Mustache man had a friend with him that day. The two of them must have been the dynamic facial hair duo or something because this guy had one goofy ass beard. Like the guy with the mustache Mr. beard also looked like he worked out and had also failed to run away with the crowd. Thus he now had to die. Lich leapt over the fresh corpse of example A and moved on to example B in which he would show the proper way to rush an opponent. Taking two long strides while keeping low to the ground Lich closed the distance between the two men in an instant then leapt up above the shoulder level of Mr. Beard while tucking his legs up to his own chest. Momentum carried him quickly into a full out collision with Mr. Beard who Lich rode like a pedigree stallion to the ground with his shins pressed against the man's shoulders. Grabbing the man's beard and forcing his head back as he fell Lich let his momentum and weight carry threw his arm into the man's head as the two hit the ground. Mr. Beard’s skull popped like a balloon in a cactus factory, his brains and blood splattering up the arm of Lich T. Noir.
Keeping with the direction he had leapt in which incidentally had been headed down towards where the arena's fights had been taking place Lich took off in a sprint to go give a warm hello to the fighters. It wasn't quite a strait path since he swerved to another straggler who clearly wasn't anything more than a spectator given that when Lich ran at him all he could do was raise his hands up, turn his face away, close his eyes and scream 'aaaahhh' before Lich tore his throat out and moved on towards what would be his seventh victim for the day.
By now Lich was pretty well covered by blood and gore from the crowd and was bearing a disturbingly happy and enthusiastic smile on his blood covered face. As he frolicked happily towards an abandoned, hysterical, crying little girl with a wretchedly adorable pair of pigtails he cacklescreeched manically. Then picked the girl up by her pigtails and threw her about twenty feet at an elderly man causing them both to begin their not so smooth journey down the hard concrete stairs. His only regret was that he wasn't close enough to hear the crunch of their bodies breaking as their corpses rag dolled. But this was still turning out to be a super fucking great day.
Kill Count:Total Kills: 8
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 27, 2011 18:22:19 GMT -6
As Lich made his way down to the grand stage of the arena, killing another two people before leaping down to where the fighters had been, he realized his fun had come to an end. All the patrons had fled, or died, and the fighters had even ran away. Bunch of shitty ass cowards. Disappointed, the robot made his way back up the steps of the Colosseum shouting out to his companion as he headed for the exit. "Common bitch it's time to go. Bunch of losers, can't throw a punch and then run away from a real fight. What a load of crap!" [Exits]
Kill Count:Total Kills: 10
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