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Post by Satsujin on Jan 26, 2005 1:11:22 GMT -5
As the Kampa transforms Satsujin feels a painful sting in his chest and head. He grits his teeth as he grasps his chest with one hand, the other weakly holding onto the Abyssal Blade.
"W-What the hell is that?!"
He groans as he struggles to keep standing in the brilliance of the Kampa. Finally he realizes that simple comb was the Item, the only method capable of re-sealing him. His eyes widen in realization and the fear that came with it.
"NO!"
He lifts his sword painfully, getting into a defensive stance.
"I will not be sealed again!!!"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 1:14:22 GMT -5
"That's true... still, Julia really knows how to get to people. I'm surprised you made it away from her with your mind in tact." Freak Boy said. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, he remembered something.
"Oh, Bassarov, I was out earlier this week and I got you some books I thought you'd like. I forgot about them until now - what with the Julia thing and all." Freak Boy said, reaching into his sack of crap and pulling out two books by Dostoevsky. "Here. The Idiot and Crime and Punishment. They're in Russian and unabridged."
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Post by Void on Jan 26, 2005 1:14:43 GMT -5
I raise my head. I can sense it. He will fall soon. It is for the best.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 26, 2005 1:16:20 GMT -5
"She tried. She's fairly blunt, really. Had she attempted to press the matters, I would have drawn her into my own mindscape and defeated her there. As it is, she simply attempted to impart a few emotions upon me, but didn't press them on me like a determined telepath. It was fairly basic, all in all."
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Post by Tensuo on Jan 26, 2005 1:17:10 GMT -5
Tensuo stared in awe at the glowing blade, far more brilliant than his own that was shattered. Seeing Satsujin's pain, for the first time, true pain, gave Tensuo a feeling of accomplishment, even though he was not yet defeated. Turning to him completely, the light from the blade reached Satsujin more fully, causing even greater pain. Tensuo would have been in tears, had he the capability to shed them.
"This is the end Satsujin... No words of pity, or prayer for you..."
Tensuo rushed forward, covering the distance quickly, yelling at the top of his lungs in anger, thousands of years worth of suffering day by day concentrated into the one single scream. Just hearing it would have moved the coldest heart...
Upon reaching Satsujin he leapt into the air a short distance to strengthen the blow, bringing his sword down on Satsujin from above, all his anger, sorrow, and strength concentrated into the single blow...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 26, 2005 1:18:21 GMT -5
Bassarov's eyes light up. "This is wonderful! But you know...my favorite is a short novel by Turgenev called "Fathers and Sons." If you ever see it somewhere, I would love a copy. I could relate to the character in the book. He was a nihilist and much more...critical than me, but he spoke to me in a way that few fictional characters do. His name was Evgeny Bassarov. If you ever get the chance, read that book. If you read it, you will understand a part of who I am."
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Post by Soren on Jan 26, 2005 1:21:09 GMT -5
Soren stands back and watches...
It is as if time has stopped or slowed. He sees Tensuo slowly move towards Satsujin, then jump...and as if suspended by time...he hovers in the air...and the universe, time, space, everything....await the final blow....
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 1:21:37 GMT -5
"I'll keep that in mind." Freak Boy says with a smile. "I thought you'd like them. I'm a big fan of Dostoevsky myself, though he does tend to babble as he writes. Still, he's a great writer."
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 26, 2005 1:24:45 GMT -5
I lean against the wall for a moment to catch my breath.
"I must say though, Julia is strong. Do not take her lightly. Either of you."
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Post by Satsujin on Jan 26, 2005 1:24:46 GMT -5
Satsujin cried out in pain as he forcefully lifted his Abyssal Blade up, horizontal to the ground to block the glowing weapon. His scream however, was cut short… The glowing blade had struck Satsujin’s weapon and cut right through it like it didn’t even exist, which it really didn’t. The blade then did the same for Satsujin’s entire body, silencing him completely, his face locked in a look of fear and pain. Slowly Satsujin’s body began to implode violently, compression waves blasting out around him as his body shriveled, his essence and soul being sucked directly into the Kampa and sent back to the void. As the last of his body was taken into the void, a familiar voice rang from the glowing weapon.
“Hate me… Fear me… And above all, do not forget me… I shall return…”
All was silent as Tensuo stood there holding the blade, but across the universe, grand things were in motion. All the Dark rulers of all the planets Satsujin had enslaved were wiped out, the souls of the rulers being obliterated in the process, freeing the once dark planets from Satsujin’s influence once and for all…
Satsujin was gone…
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 1:26:22 GMT -5
"Believe me, I don't. In fact, first thing I'm going to do when I see her next is greet her with the barrol of a gun." Freak Boy says bitterly.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 26, 2005 1:27:16 GMT -5
"He was a utopian socialist. But thanks, I really appreciate this." Bassarov is very pleased by the gift. Although he is an internationalist, he loves his country and the literature, culture, history, and music thereof.
"Oh yes, and I will be careful." Bassarov says to Tran.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 26, 2005 1:29:21 GMT -5
I frown.
"It is not necessary to kill her, Freak Boy. Violence is never the answer."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 26, 2005 1:30:03 GMT -5
"Hey? What are friends for if not making their friends' lives easier?" Freak Boy asked, sitting down in his usual chair. Wriggling slightly. "Did someone sit here recently? I had a nice groove going in this chair and something messed it up."
He turns to the good doctor. "On the contrary; sometimes violence seems to be the only logical solution. Besides, no one would miss her. Red Infinity was about to purge her, the Rebels hate her and I still have a personal vendetta to attend to."
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Post by Tensuo on Jan 26, 2005 1:31:23 GMT -5
Tensuo slowly stood, dropping the Kampa as it turned back into an ordinary comb before it hit the ground. He turned to all those who were there, still singing the sweet melody. Freedom of spirit took him as a feeling of pure bliss and relief overwhelmed him, even as his very body started to disintegrate, turning to darkness, which disappeared on the wind. He looked at all of them as he smiled for the first time since before his death.
"Thank you all..."
His fate was not that of the others like him. The last of his body was swept away on the wind, carrying his spirit to his people, where they awaited him.
Tensuo, like Satsujin, was no more...
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