Wrath of the Man-Demon

[Ninmast]

Power Level: High

Time Period: Modern

---------------------------------------------------

I got to thinking, it's been a long, long time since Kali's been in the game, so I think it's about time I fix that. First, we'll need any and all villains to join, and just post something with what you're doing at the time. In particular, I look forward to seeing faces like Enigma, R1 and Karen. Just post a normal moment for your character and I'll take it from there.

Later, after we get through the opening, heroes will also be needed to join, so please remember that when selecting characters. I also encourage people to enter at least one of each.

---------------------------------------------------

The images of scenes from different places flashed through the green fluid in the fine china teacup as the man held it in his delicate hands. He watched it all scroll by with a calm, patient look, and when the last image passed by, he took a sip from the still-steaming tea.

"Hmm," he mused after a moment, "perhaps it is time I act once more ... I grow bored sitting about and just watching."

[Veros]

(I've decided on Montleous for the villian to use.)

A fairly tall man, with short almost silver hair, walks across the hall from his bed room of his half-brother's mansion, and open the door to Kadine's office, and instantly notices he's gone. I wonder where he went to, oh well, the man thinks, before heading back out the door, and towards the shower room. When he gets to the shower room, with marble floors and an oak counter with a white marble top and sink, he reaches under the sink to pull out a towel which he then puts on the towel rack, before underdessing to take a hot water shower.

[Giant Brother]

(Hmmm..... R1 and Karen doing their normal activities? I'm tingling with anticipation at the evil I am about to unleash. )

*R1*

R1 leapt forward, slicing another soldier from the stomach to his throat. The mechanical warrior then grabbed the man, swinging him around and tossing him at another soldier that had pointed his gun at him. Both of them collapsed to the ground. Without looking back, he fired a bolt from his arc cannon. He didn't check to see if they were still standing, he already knew they were dead. Instead, R1 focused on the three other men attacking, swords raised. While the modern world had more powerful weapons, by far. It was these... savages that drew his attention. R1 stabbed at the one in the lead, gutting him while turning around and treating the second swordsman's face to his metal foot. The man's head went with the flow of the kick, disconnecting and falling to the ground with a sickening crunch. In perfect range with the third man, R1 merely fired the shotgun on his wrist. He didn't even have time to grunt. The renaissance unit sensed more soldiers coming from behind, not even turning around to look, R1 shot the panel that controled the sliding door they were about to go through. If his calculations were correct, and they were, those men would be sliced in half by the closing doors right when they entered. The sound of bones snapping confirmed his theory.

The tall robot walked through the next door. The frequent raids on these biological camps were too easy. He needed a challenge. How he hungered, how he thirsted for a challenge! The spirit was willing to destroy him, but the flesh was weak. It always stayed that way. Those with technology couldn't harm him, they couldn't make it past his shields. Those without technology couldn't harm him, they died before they could make it past his shields. R1 kept walking away from the encampment. He did what he planned, there was no point in staying and slaughtering the rest of the organics. It was a waste of energy, even though R1 did not feel fatigue, he insisted on keeping his chassis in top working condition. Besides, the bomb he had placed could do the job for him. As if to prove his oint, R1 detonated the blast before he was out of its radius. White hot flames blasted out of the buildings, energy charges flew off everywhere. The firestorm worked it's way around R1, stroking him like a lost lover. R1 kept walking, and soon the inferno engulfed him too.

An observer in the distance could see that the base was now leveled. A single figure walked away from the blast, soon raising his head and unleashing a chilling, maniacal laugh at the poor souls that crossed his path tonight...

(Well, that's his common activity. I apologise if there were some slightly graphic parts.)

*Karen*

Karen sighed as she got out of bed, yawning and stretching her arms up. She shuffled to the kitchen in the apartment she had rented. It was a bit cramped, but she didn't mind. No one ever expects a power hungry terrorist to have their base in an apartment building. Karen rubbed the sleep from her right eye as she opened the fridge, remembering not to do it with her left. It hurt when she messed around with her implant like that.

Karen smoothed out her white nightgown and grabbed a jug of orange juice. She mumbled to herself while reaching for a glass, but soon decided against it and drank from the jug. Finally she put the jug away and closed the refridgerator door. The girl walked back to the counter and looked around. She was forgetting something....

It was then that Karen smacked her head in embarassment and ran off to go turn Epsilon on.

*Ixion*

Ixion sat at a bar, taking occasional drinks from a mug. His black jacket was taken off, and he left his weapon in it, not wanting to cause attention. After all, it was just hanging on the rack nearby if he needed it. The demon raked his messy navy blue hair with his fingers, careful not to expose his pointed ears. Ixion let out a slight depressed sigh as he took another drink. The idea of Karen alive, while pleasent, disappointed him. So far, all of the Karens he had encountered were not like the one he knew. He went to one world where none of the members of the ground died. While it sounded ideal, he soon saw that with Heihachi, Epsilon and himself alwasy there to protect Karen, she devolved into a weakling, and spoiled to boot. While he didn't like the idea of it, the Karen on this world actually benefitted from Heihachi's death and his enslavement. Then there was Karl. Ixion let out a groan as he tried not to remember that version of his lost love.

Ixion shook his head. Of all the Karens he had seen, this one was the only one like the his at all. In fact, she was just like his. But there was still that one obstacle that kept him from taking her for his own. The other him. Yes, the whole thing tortured him. Taking Karen with him still alive left a bad taste in his mouth. Doing that would make another Ixion Karen-less, and that wasn't right. Then again, he couldn't dispose of the other him. That'd leave a worst taste in his mouth, almost as bad a taste as knowing what he was like on this world. Even though this Ixion was gentle, heroic - and the underworld forbid - nice, it would be wrong to do him in.

Ixion shook his head, trying to lose his train of thought. He was here to forget all this, yet he had barely drank a drop. The demon sighed and started to drink more.

[Ninmast]

*Montleous*

When he went to open the shower door, there was a young woman - her dark tan and pointed ears suggesting potentially demonic origins - wrapped in a towel. "Don't you have any manners, hon? This shower's occupied."

*R1*

Slow, almost sarcastic, clapping sounded from against a tree where a lone swordsman leaned. "Impressive. Or, it would be, if that had been anything any nitwit couldn't get through."

*Karen*

When Karen came in, a child was sitting on the offline Epsilon's shoulders, peering over the head as he looked upside-down into the robot's blank eyes.

*Ixion*

A somewhat-tall young man with pale-blonde hair sat down beside him, raising a hand to get the bartender's attention. "Get me something fizzy and full of alcohol." He turned to glance at Ixion as the bartender moved to fill the order. "So, what are you in for?"

[The Silent Orator]

(Hmm, looks like a nice RP. I wonder how to intro my only villain though. If I get time, I might just use another character.)

*Pseixhthor*

A red-haired, green-eyed girl stood leaning on a tree in a forest. She just seemed to be there of no apparent reason. She watched the animals in the forest as they chirped and sang, enjoying the life that she knew in her mind that was completely worthless to live. Getting rather annoyed at the song of the animals, she cast a weak illusion on one of the bucks in the forest.

Not knowing what was going on, the buck suddenly started to run crazy, attacking random animals for a few minutes, before running headfirst, fullspeed into a tree. Pseixhthor gently laughed to herself, as she muttered, "These creatures... these blissfully ignorant creatures. They do not understand what I do... that there's no meaning to life. I wonder... I wonder... why do they cling to it so?"

Becoming rather bored with the whole casting illusions on animals to cause them to go crazy, she walked along the path in a forest, occasionally sending an illusion on a nearby animal to jump into a river and drown, or a beehive to attack the nearest animal. She thought back to her defeat at the hands of those who were too optimistic for their own good. Sighing, she shook her head, unable to contemplate why those who were alive clung to life so much when it all just eventually ended.

[Giant Brother]

*R1*

R1 looked at the swordsman, automatically activating his combat OS and scanning him. "I'm easily entertained. What do you want?"

*Karen*

Karen frowned and walked up to the child, grabbing him by the ear and puling him up. "How'd you get in here?"

*Ixion*

Ixion took another drink. "Rough day. You?" He said bluntly, though with some politeness.

[Veros]

Montleous simply looks at the girl before moving up near her and says, while projecting his senses to try and pick up her surface thoughts, "Not very often visitors are here, espcailly one's that show up without warning."

[Ninmast]

*Pseixthor*

"They cling to it because they know something you don't," a tall figure, clearly male, but easily describable as angelically beautiful answered her. He had incredibly long blonde hair that fell near the ground and billowing creme-colored robes Despite his statement, he said it with incredible politeness, in a way that made it nearly impossible to take offense at. "They know that you are wrong."

*R1*

The robot's scans didn't seem to pick up anything but a normal meatbag, but instead of answering his question directly, the swordsman responded to the first part. "Such easy entertainment is often considered a sign of low intellectual or maturity capacity. So tell me ..." He grinned. "Does that mean you're nothing but a stupid child?"

*Karen*

"Ow, ow, ow!!!" The boy hollered as he was hauled off of the robot by the ear. "Ow, lady! Let go of my ear and I'll tell you, I promise! It really hurts! Just leggo!"

*Ixion*

"My boss wants me to find somebody, but my search just keeps leading me to the same, very wrong person." The blonde man rubbed his forehead. "He isn't the type that likes to be kept waiting."

*Montleous*

She leaned forward, as well, so that they were nose-to-nose, but she was more flirting than threatening, and when she spoke, there was a smirk on her lips. "Well, do you really expect messengers to call ahead? If we did that, we'd be out of a job. We could just give you the message over the phone. I like meeting people in person much better, and the surprise factor is just plain fun."

[The Silent Orator]

*Pseixhthor*
Pseixhthor looked carefully at the man who encountered her. She carefully said to the guy, "Then what meaning am I missing? Life ends no matter what a person does in their life. Give a hundred, no, a hundred and fifty years, and any human will be dead. Eventually, that person, no matter how well-known will become forgotten in the ever flowing stream of time that writes our history. What meaning is there, then, to life and to live? Pleasure and happiness is only temporary. Friendships only end in sadness when a bond is broken. What, then, am I missing?"

[Ninmast]

*Pseixhthor*

"What you are missing is really quite simple," the man answered. "Just because your life has no meaning does not mean that theirs has none. A life only has as much meaning as the one living it gives it. You have chosen not to give yours any, and thus you have emptied yourself into misery and wish to punish others for experiencing what you forbid yourself to go through."

*Ramiel*

Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out. His science officer looked over the readings. "Main power is offline. No damage detected. I can't tell what caused it. It should still be running, but ... it's not."

His comm officer spoke up then. "There's an incoming message. Audio only."

[Ninmast]

*Ramiel*

The comm officer flipped the channel open and an unnatural, almost mechanical voice filled the bridge.

"Master sends his regards. Your Master is politely requested to accompany us to Master." It repeated itself, then fell silent. Either the message was prerecorded and it was over, or something was awaiting a response.

[Ninmast]

At Ramiel's words, a fleet of ships that outsized his at least three times over decloaked from all around him. "Prepare to be boarded," the voice answered. "Master wishes to see your master immediately."

[The Silent Orator]

*Pseixhthor*
Pseixhthor chuckled and said, "A different point of view. Interesting. You are merely suggesting that a life's value is as much value as the person gives it? The problem is, that value becomes wasted when death comes. Maybe one's life is valuable and precious to another. Maybe one is willing to give their lives for another. In the end that sacrifice only delays the inevitable death that comes.

"Every time I see humans, I get more disgusted with their ways. They seek only to harm each other. It is their primal instinct to try to be better than those around them. They seek dominance and to be successful, as well as the best. You say that a life is only as valuable as the value placed on it by others. If that is the case, why are there so few bonds of trust and friendship in the world... where these so-called friends backstab each other to get further. Where is the value in a world where crime becomes more rampant, and the bridge between rich and poor grows greater. If life is so important, why is it that those who are better off shun those that are worse-off. I see no need to feel compassion for those who cannot even make an effort to help themselves.

"However, as a fellow living being, I respect your opinion. You are entitled to your very thoughts as I am entitled to mine. I am, however, intrigued as to why you are here. Am I to assume you are simply walking through a forest to enjoy the scenery... or are you here to speak to me about something?"

[Ninmast]

*Ramiel*

One of the larger ships released a shuttle that flew down to dock with Ramiel's ship, attaching to the airlock and awaiting the door to be opened.

*Pseixhthor*

The man sighed, shaking his head. "I do not recall saying that they deserved compassion or that all beings in the universe had their heads on straight. Regardless, that does not change what is. Worth, value, importance, these are subjective characteristics, truly in the eye of the beholder, as you, yourself admitted. You, however, behold your life and see nothing, so you give yourself nothing. That is why I am here. I did, indeed, come for you. I have a proposition for you and several others. A new ... purpose, if you will."

[Veros]

Montleous laughs lightly as his eyes change from a pale green to that of a deep green in a matter of seconds, "Normally even messagers set off an alarm or twelve just getting in here, even less often when they're attractive too."