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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 22:47:57 GMT
Avangus walked through the desert. He felt strange, his body weakening. It was the hatred, and the Sith in him. The hatred was tearing in two, trying to decide where to direct it, and he was being torn with it. He looked up into the moons, the sun was just beginning to set. He looked forward... there it was. What he had came for. The ship he had made so long ago.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 22:58:12 GMT
He patted it fondly, and then remembered why he built it. Then he collapsed on the spot, suddenly and without reason. Memories flowed through his mind like a stream that became a raging waterfall, threatening to drown him. And he wished for it, for the desert itself to swallow him up.
I... can't do this. I failed...
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 23:10:56 GMT
And then, out of the darkness, a voice came. It was a strange voice, that sounded like a million angry souls yelling out at once, for that was what it was, reformed into one person's voice, hollow, and dead.
You failure. You thought you could possibly win? We need someone with talent. You have no talent. Our blood, is going to die thanks to you. Are you ready to be punished?
His own reply was torn, and ripped, tears streamed down his face.
NO!... I tried, I beg of you, give me another chance!
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 23:31:12 GMT
Byakuya suddenly seized his sword, sheath and all, and threw it as far as he could. Then the blade rose, standing up right. It came out of it's sheath, on it's own, and the sand nearby began to form something. Something... human. Or at least human-shaped. 'It' grabbed the blade.
One more chance... I am going to kill you, with your family and mine, and our entire world! Only if you can stop me, will you live.
Stating... the obvious much?
He drew himself up to his full height and his lightsaber. It was pure, when it moved it was a colour Maelstrom, such a lightsaber has never been seen before, nor will it be seen again, once it was buried in the sand.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 23:35:41 GMT
The swords holder came in to view more... it was still blurry, as if messed up by preception. The Vicerious itself seemed to be guiding it though, instead of it guiding the Vicerious. The sun went down, and it was perfectly still... a perfect battleground. The sand didn't move an inch, the wreckage of his old ship almost buried, but besides that, the sand was perfect as well.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 23:45:20 GMT
They charged at the same time, the Sand mirror of Byakuya and Byakuya, and they locked blades. Vicerious however, was more flexible, and extended to strike at Byakuya's back. He dodged, narrowly avoiding a trick he had pulled repeated times. The blade followed his passage, he defended yet again with his lightsaber. However, he underestimated the absurd strength of his own blade in millions hands, and was forced into the sand by it, the Sand itself flying everywhere.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 22, 2005 23:51:11 GMT
And that's how it went for another hour. The blade attacked relentlessly, while Byakuya defended, not knowing how to win. His sandier counterpart laughed.
Hey! What's with this, EH! You're pathetic, you know!
"Shut the @#$% up!"
He dodged again, it was getting closer everytime... hopefully he would wear out the controller soon, provided it wasn't all of them.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 0:02:11 GMT
Two hours... Byakuya couldn't take much more of this... he ran. Across the desert, running for his cowardice, useless, life. And all he could think about was wanting the sun to come up, and spirit that monsterous apparation away. It laughed, a cruel and obsessive laugh.
Run, Sith run. Cling to life. For I will avenge them!
Byakuya stopped dead in his tracks. Not literally, he was still alive. He just stopped.
"What am I doing...? What have I become!?"
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 0:13:15 GMT
Dying. Like the pathetic failure and embarrassment you are and always have been.
"I can't lie down and die yet... it's not my time. I have yet to avenge them... My wife, my daughter..."
So what are you going to do? You're a Sith. You forgot your reason to exist. You have ever since you met her.
"Ara..."
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 0:19:58 GMT
Tears flowed freely down his face now, he hadn't cried in a mulititude of years... not since he had seen the ball of red and white that consisted of his homeworld.
"It's so hard... I can't be expected to do this..."
Then you will die, and in everyone's heart that has known you, you will die there too. You'll just be trapped... forever. An existance with the rest of us.
"No... I don't want to... please!"
Fear rang within his voice, an unnatural fear that suggests phobia.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 0:26:32 GMT
Then fight, like a man, you piece of shit!
"That... I will."
Byakuya rose, hatred expanding in him. For everything. He used a force run, and brought his lightsaber down. With one, sweeping blow, the blade came up and shattered the hilt. The rest of it was absorbed into the blade, and it's wrath doubled. Byakuya took a step back.
"Not... not, n-not possible..."
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 0:40:39 GMT
This is the end. You complete and tota-
"SHUT UP!"
Hatred blazed from Byakuya. It screamed through him, causing himself to seem taller, or Vicerious seemed to have shrunk a bit. It was a fleeting minute, and then Vicerious grew back into power.
Is this your final resolve?
"Who knows. Lets do this!"
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 0:53:27 GMT
The actual blade Vicerious ditched the fake Byakuya holding it, now it just floated using the force. Byakuya held himself ready, seeing the moon-lit blade's teeth begin to spin... it meant to kill him for real this time. It pointed to the ground, and then went under it. Byakuya's eyes narrowed immediatly, trying to feel the blade through the force... it was no use. It felt like all the sand had that hatred. Byakuya jumped, the blade coming up beneath him.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 1:00:44 GMT
He narrowly avoided the blade as it followed where he went back into the sand, and Byakuya jumped a distance away, and in a second, the blade shot back up there, and he rolled away, jumping up to kick the flat part of the blade in mid-air, and landing just in time to jump away from the blade again.
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Post by Zaraki/Renji on Oct 23, 2005 1:17:39 GMT
The assault continued, both Vicerious and Byakuya scoring a few hits. about 3 hours later, Byakuya was tiring. He had gotten a few tiny nicks, as well as one shoulder wound, though that wasn't too deep either. On the other end Vicerious had been hit a lot, but it had done nothing. Byakuya had no idea how much longer. Could he last until sunrise? He needed a weapon. Then he remembered something, and a way to win. Immediatly, he began to force run in the direction of the sun, the blade constantly going in and out, barely missing him.
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