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Post by Ninmast on Dec 31, 2007 15:32:45 GMT -5
*Fissure*
Alluvius scowled. "You're either very weak, then," he answered, "or very overdramatic. I respect neither."
*Park*
"Oh, shut up, faker," Morphaeus answered, now in his entire green form as he shoved his hand forward, it turning to mist as it surrounded Ixion's face and began to push in through any opening it could find.
*Other Side of the Park*
"Uh-huh," the red ranger answered, "this dream, is it a good dream or a bad dream?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 2, 2008 18:41:16 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"I am not weak." Karen said. "And I never asked anyone for respect. Fear, servitude, cheesecake and someone's head on a platter, maybe. But respect? Nope. Can't say I've ever asked fo that."
*Park*
Ixion whinced at first, but then rolled his eyes. The gas stopped, and then started to fade rapidly as a red haze crept around the "younger" demon.
"You idiot..." Ixion said sardonically. "Don't you remember last time? That party trick doesn't work on me. Power to dispel gases ring any bells?" Ixion got back up, still leaving his sword on the ground. "Ya just can't teach an old dog new tricks, I guess. So, any other groaners you wanna throw my way, or do I proceed with going medieval on your ass?"
*Other Side of the Park*
Wattson laughed heartily. "Good? Bad? It's all relative to perspective, boy. But trust me. Compared to the alternative, it's good."
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 2, 2008 18:55:28 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"Well, you'll get none of the above from me, human," Alluvius answered flatly. "The human arrogance and obsession with superiority over his fellow man only irritates me."
*Park*
But the gas was just a ruse. The moment it found its mark, it solidified into a heavy mask that blocked his nasal and oral passageways. Ixion would either have to concentrate on breaking the supernaturally durable material or getting it off or holding his breath long enough to fend off Morphaeus, as the general didn't seem to give any intention of giving him a spare moment as he rushed in, his own green sword appearing in his hand.
*Other Side of the Park*
"Alright, then, fair enough," the Red Dragon Ranger answered as he paced back and forth. "What's the alternative?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 25, 2008 14:24:20 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"But it's true!" Karen protested, clenching her fists and staring straight up at the dragon. "I really am superior!"
*Park*
D'aw shit... Ixion called up the strongest energy shield that he could spare, allowing the General to ram against it as he tried to use his own strength to tear the mask open.
*Other Side of the Park*
"You don't have the stomach for the alternative, boy." Wattson said simply. "I assure you, you'd never be able to handle it."
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 25, 2008 15:32:11 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"Uh-huh," was the earth dragon's only response, "then remind me again why you plummeted down here by their hands."
*Park*
(Does the energy shield block air flow?)
*Other Side of the Park*
"Just yesterday, I nearly got crushed to death by the foot of a giant, scantily-clad, blue babe with tentacles for hair," the red ranger countered. "I doubt anything you could bring up could surprise me all that bad."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 26, 2008 11:11:02 GMT -5
*Fissure*
Karen folded her arms indignantly. "You claim to have seen everything. You tell me."
*Park*
(Yes it does.)
*Other Side of Park*
"No, I mean quite literally, you don't have the stomach for it." Wattson said cryptically.
"Master." Epsilon briefly interrupted. The professor looked back at his creation. "You're saying too much."
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 26, 2008 18:54:13 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"Very well," the earth dragon answered. "You believe yourself superior because you are gifted with physical beauty, cognitive intelligence and mental prowess, but what makes one superior is not this, as for you to be superior, you must be unique in some manner, and while a gift that you have squandered, it does not make you unique. What makes one unique in a manner that makes them superior is not what they are given, but how they use it. I have seen begging children, dumb as a box of rocks and beaten half to death with an ugly stick that are superior to you."
*Park*
The demon was relentless in his poundings, his sword sending ripples through the barrier with every strike. But finally, when he deemed it beaten enough, he reared back, green energy flowing down his sword before shoving it against the barrier and discharging it, attempting to in essence overload the shield and force it to collapse.
*Other Side of the Park*
"I literally have a stomach," the red ranger answered, "so unless it's an eating contest against giants, your analogy is in error, and even then, you might be underestimating two of us."
The black ranger let out a grunt of agreement.
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 30, 2008 21:08:11 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"On the contary, I do not think that my outstanding, gorgeous cuteness makes me superior. There was this one girl, she was my roommate, absolutely hideous compared to me, but I think of her as an equal." Karen argued calmly.
*Park*
The shield did dissapate. In its place, a thick, black fog spread out, with Ixion clearly slipping away into it. However, where he was wasn't clear.
*Other Side of Park*
"Uh-unh. I'm not saying another word." Wattson said, folding his arms adamantly.
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 30, 2008 22:05:08 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"Oh, so she was that much more intelligent than you?" Alluvius asked just as calmly. "Well, I suppose that wouldn't be overly difficult to achieve. Was she a rock?"
*Park*
The shapeshifter's hand stretched out and twisted as it began to spin, becoming a giant turbine that would suck all the black fog into it. It would either reveal Ixion or pull him into Morphaeus' grasp.
*Other Side of the Park*
"Then we have no reason to believe a word you say," the Red Ranger concluded.
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Post by Giant Brother on Jan 31, 2008 19:47:50 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"I thought you said intelligence doesn't make one superior?" Karen said flatly. "For a mythical creature that should be at least, what, five hundred thouasand years old? You're pretty immature. And dumb. rocks don't have genders, so she couldn't have been a rock."
*Park*
Ixion was standing a fair distance away, his arms folded and his mouth curled in a sneer, clearly having broke out of the other demon's mask in the alotted time. He raised two fingers and sent a bolt of energy into the swirling fog. Appearantly it was designed to conduct the energy, as all of the fog immediately burst with the attack like fire on oil.
*Other Side of the Park*
"Hey," Wattson shrugged. "Believe what you wanna believe, kid."
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 31, 2008 23:12:34 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"I said you believed it to be a distinguishing characteristic toward that end,"Alluvius answered flatly. "And you only disagreed with the appearances on the one point that there was one person you considered equal, even if you also considered her your physical lesser. Thus, I can only conclude that I was correct in my observation, and she's simply that much smarter than you are."
He turned about while keeping his eyes on her and picked up an orblike boulder the size of an office in the palm of his hand. "And tell me something, human. If the earth has no gender, why do we call her Mother?"
*Park*
The flames followed the suction, and the rotating tube spun about behind Morphaeus and moved about like a fire-breathing serpent striking forward to belch the flaming mess back upon Ixion.
After unleashing his own attack on him, Morphaeus pulled his arm back in and stalked forward. "You keep underestimating me, boy. You've grown stronger, without doubt. Much stronger than I ever would have anticipated from such a lowly runt of a boy, and for what it's worth, that achievement has me impressed. But there's something you've yet to learn."
His form shifted, shrank, and soon, Karen stood before Ixion, the Karen that he remembered last. "Your teachers should have taught you better, Ixie," her voice said. "They should have taught you how to think as well as fight. But in lieu of them, I will be delighted to suffice."
*Other Side of the Park*
"Hmph." The red ranger crossed his arms behind his head. "So, is this going anywhere, or what? Don't get me wrong, I'd be glad to find out the woman was the only one who wanted to cause trouble, but I get the impression you're not waiting around here for a bus."
The blue ranger scoffed at that. "That's probably because there's no public transit buses in Osceola."
The red ranger shrugged. "Eh, okay, so that had something to do with it."
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 1, 2008 12:35:40 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"Several reasons." Karen answered, deciding to just ignore the dragon's insults. "The Earth provides for us. It is the bsis of which all life is born. Without plants and water, we would all perish. So, in that respect, it is the "mother" to us all, whether or not it is inanimate is moot. Secondly, we refer to the Earth as a mother for our own comfort. It is more comforting to see something so grand as a family figure, because our family is supposed to "cherish" us." The scientist spat out the word "cherish" bitterly, but regained her calm composure.
"When we see the terrors the earth can bring down upon us, it is reactionary to reassure ourselves that our "mother" wouldn't do such a thing, that she "loves" us and the rest of that rubbish. That is why humanity refers to the Earth as mother." Karen concluded, folding her arms indignantly. "And even then, not all of us refer to the earth and the sky as mother and father, respectively. For the ancient Egyptians, it was the other way around. The earth was a man and the sky was a woman. There are also other mythological tie ins that I can go into, but I really don't have the patience right now."
*Park*
Ixion's eyes narrowed as Morphaeus's strike diverged, shooting upwards at the sky and bursting like a firework. The parts of the move disapated slowly as they touched back down to earth. Clearly the villain was used to his attacks being deflected. When the demon turned into the young girl, though, his eye twitched and his mouth curled from a frown of boredom to a taut, hateful scowl. "Is that supposed to provoke me, Morphaeus?" He asked in a disgusted, unimpressed tone.
*Other Side of the Park*
"Don't look at me," Wattson said, shaking his head. "I just came here for the funeral."
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 1, 2008 14:31:43 GMT -5
*Fissure*
Alluvius' mouth turned up into a fang-baring grin. "You'd think so, wouldn't you, human?" he asked. "You'd like to think that you are at the center of everything, the cause of everything, but you're not."
*Park*
"Karen" looked hurt by that. "Ixie ... please don't scowl at me like that ..."
*Other Side of the Park*
The black ranger glanced toward Epsilon. "And the tin can?"
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Post by Giant Brother on Feb 1, 2008 14:50:24 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"I never said I was, now did I?" Karen said. "I was just answering your question, it had nothing to do with me."
*Park*
"Oh, shut up, Morphaeus. It's not working." Ixion spat out. "You can try to ooze yourself into whatever sheep's clothing you want. To me, you're still the same disgusting ball of slime."
*Other Side of the Park*
"He belongs to the girl now. She's my protege, and he was the most suitible thing I could think of to pass on to her. They get along quite well, too." Wattson said.
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Post by Ninmast on Feb 1, 2008 15:13:48 GMT -5
*Fissure*
"You was in reference to humans in general," Alluvius answered sharply. "Not you, specifically."
*Park*
Tears welled up in Karen's eyes. "Ixie ... why are you talking to me like this? What's wrong with you?"
Silently, not giving off any signals, a sharp tentacle raised up in the shadows behind Ixion.
*Other Side of the Park*
"Yeah, whatever," the black ranger responded. "So, you two going to tell us what kind of trouble your mistress intends to do while she's here or are we going to have to take measures to find out for ourselves?"
*Other Side of the Park*
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