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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/1/2016 9:00:50 PM
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[i]A tall and burly man entered the training area, his walk stopping as he observed the area around him in curiousity. He had just entered this place for exploration, really.. Only, this place.. it gave him nightmares. Ripped the crust off the wounds that were memories. Memories of him having such painful deaths.. Again and again.. And that figure before him.. Ornstein and Smough..
Now, to describe the lad.
The man stands at precisely six feet and ten inches, his physique being the very opposite of slim and thin. He was covered in muscles beneath his knightly armour. Armour that was charred black ages ago.. Ancient armour.. The armour of Gwyn's knights. The knights he took to fight in the Demon War. The knights he took to the Kiln of The First Flame.. Former Silver Knights, now Black Knights..
In his right hand was a seven foot long greatsword, gloved and armoured hand firmly clenched around the weapon's cruciform. The light blue blade was currently resting on the knight's right shoulder.. The Greatsword of Wolfknight Artorias. A blade infused with the soul of the Great Grey Wolf Sif.
In his left hand was the grip of a six feet tall, two and a half feet wide greatshield, the front being black with a little white thingy painted on it. It covered the man's left side, leaving only his feet and part of his shin uncovered.
The Chosen Undead, without a doubt..
His right blue eye started to twitch, his right hand's grip tightening, the gloves he was wearing moaning very gently as the leather fabric moved. Remy growled, his breath ragged even though he hadn't done anytime. [/i]
"You.. I killed you back in Anor Londo! Ornstein.. You'll die again, that's a promise.."
[i]He said with a loud, powerful voice. The voice of a leader.. Or, the voice of a Dark Lord.. [/i]
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[i]The dragonslaying knightess only turned towards the Chosen Undead, her grip on her gold and metal spear tightening as she locked onto his figure. Her teeth suddenly bared similar to the growling lion helm she wore, her left hand clenching into a fist as she straightened her posture. The Dark Lord against the Dragonslayer. The Chosen Undead versus the Daughter of Ornstein. A battle of legendary proportions, to tell the honest truth. Suddenly, the knightess's young voice ringed from her helm, only slightly muffled by the helmet's metal. She sounded as if she was only eighteen.[/i] "You. Slayer of Gwyn, Dark Lord of Lordran... [b][i]I SHALL GLADLY END YOU, YOU DISGUSTING TWAT!! WITNESS THE WRATH OF A PROUD DRAGONSLAYER!!! FOR ANOR LONDO! FOR LORD GWYN!! FOR MY FATHER!!!"[/i][/b] [i]Letting out a feminine roar of utmost anger, Olivia, Daughter of Ornstein and Slayer of Dragons, gripped her spear with both hands and raised it upwards, pointing the tip of the weapon towards his midsection as and began sprinting towards him, her fury relentless and unending.[/i]
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[i]The feminine voice made the Dark Lord falter, his eyes widening in surprise, his mind starting to race, different thoughts and feelings boiling up.. Was Ornstein female?! No, no, no, no.. It couldn't have been.. The Dragonslayer before him wasn't Ornstein.. Not at all.. But that armour, and that spear.. He violently growled, ending his train of rampant thought as he moved his very sizeable shield before him, turning it ever so slightly so the spear would hopefully slide off the shield, and make Olivia ram into it. Then, the Slayer of Fathers charged at Olivia with a deafening roar, his grip on his greatsword tightening even further. [/i] "I HAVE SLAIN LORDS! LORDS THAT HAD THE POWER OF GODS! I'VE SLAIN THE VERY SOURCE OF CHAOS ITSELF! I'VE SLAIN DEMON AFTER DEMON! THOU, TOO, SHALT FALL TO MY BLADE, WRETCHED WHÖRE!" [i]He yelled at the very top of his mighty lungs, own voice slightly muffled as well, his steps resonating through the cathedral, echoing through the room, accompanied by the clanking of his armour ramming into itself by the violent sprinting. Remy started preparing for the impact, his muscle tensing up to accommodate for the Dragonslayer crashing into his shield - if that was even going to happen, of course.. Well, the Chosen Undead certainly expected it to happen. [/i]
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Edited by Orn: 10/2/2016 11:31:58 AM[i]Knowing that she couldn't pierce the shield with her spear, and that she couldn't even stop herself from charging at this point, Olivia changed tactics very, very quickly. Instead of keeping up her charge with the golden spear, Olivia suddenly propelled herself upwards and into the air, and raised her left fist up above her head and aimed it at the Black Iron Shield, slamming down upon her intended target with a ferocity never seen before within her. Her goal was to knock him back more than anything, plus she still had her spear if he tried swinging towards her.[/i]
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[i]Remy threw all of his weight - which was quite a lot with his size, physique, armour, and weapons - into the shield just before it met with the Dragonslayer's fist, attempting to break her arm with the sheet force, or at least knock her back. The two impacting with one another, of course, made him lose all of his speed, even having made him skid back a few inches over the marble floor, resulting in a high screeching noise as metal slid over stone. [/i] "THOU ART AWARE OF THE FACT THAT THY FATHER ATTACKED?!" [i]He yelled from behind his shield, his mood having been switched as if a simple button was pressed.[/i]
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[i]As her fist collided with the shield, the pure force sent Olivia flying back, her back slamming and skidding across the stainless marble ground. She groaned in apparent pain, and although her arm wasn't broken, it hurt like hell.[/i] "F-Fúck you..." [i]Enraged, she slowly rose up from the floor, staring directly at Remy. She began to move towards him, her grip on her spear tightening even more than before as electricity started to circulate within her left hand. [/i]
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[i]Remy turned his upper body slightly to the right, his shield shifting so it was horizontally in front of him. He then turned back while swinging his arm, letting go of his shield and making it fly at Olivia like a rectangular Frisbee. As the Frisbee soars through the air at surprisingly high speeds, the knight's left hand ignites into a large fire, the fiery red flames crackling and burning delightfully. He reeled his left arm back, as if he was about to throw a spear or a baseball, and then yanked the arm forwards, a big ball of pure chaos fire being lunged at Olivia, going Sanic fest since it was practically weightless and thrown by a medieval bodybuilder.[/i] "Nay.. I'd rather not."
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[i]Although Olivia simply dodged the flying shield boomerang thingy by suddenly crouching, she didn't have enough time to dodge the massive flaming fireball heading her way. She turned around suddenly, the fireball nailing her back, magma sizzling over her hardlight shields and eventually, her golden and titanium armor.[/i] "Shit..." [i]The dragonslaying knightess would practically cook within the thick armor she wore, but she had planned for something like this in the past. As the magma destroyed the shotgun, armor and sword on her back, Olivia muttered some words, and immediately, her body propelled through the front of the suit, the arms, legs, and the entire chest piece alongside the helm opening up so that she could get out safely while carrying her spear. And since her belt was attached to her as well, she was also retrieving her dual .44 Magnums and the sharpened stiletto at her side. Turning back towards Remy, we have to spend a bit talking about Olivia's looks, so here we go. The knightess still stood at six feet six, her body engulfed in a lightweight carbon fiber and ceramic skin-tight suit, hardlight shields suddenly forming over it. The suit covered her entire body other than her head, so that would have been where sharpshooters would have definitely targeted first. Her long, dark red hair was tied back in a ponytail, her bright electric yellow eyes only staring at Remy in a rather serious yet hateful manner. Olivia looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, with smooth tan skin, high cheekbones, a sharp chin and small nose. It was Alai worth mentioning that Olivia wasn't fat not skinny, looking slightly muscular yet...physically attractive. She had curves, to say the least. A slight smirk appeared on her young face, a chuckle escaping her mouth before she could speak. [/i] "So, uh...this is nice. Though I liked that suit..." [i]She had leaped back several feet away from her currently burning suit, and knew that she wouldn't be capable of retrieving anything that she had left behind. Still, she had her electric spear and her .44 Magnums, and she was willing to utilize her opponent's weakness now. Specifically...range. She drew one of the .44 Magnums at her side, the barrel engraved with the name "Bonnie". Olivia raised the pistol upwards, firing three shots and watching the explosive rounds spiral towards Remy.[/i]
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[i]The Lord of Man growled as the three shots impacted with his hardlight shields, each shot combined leaving him reeling, the third shot even forcing the man who had gone against the prophecy to take a step back, while it also knocked his shields out. The flame that had consumed his left hand then vanished without a trace as the armoured hand reached for a previously hidden talisman. It was white and made out of ivory, covered by a very thin layer of white cloth with a golden rim. Remy raised his left hand, holding the ivory talisman in the air as two lengthy spikes of pure, sizzling lightning erupted from the talisman; a single spike on each end. He yanked his arm forwards again, throwing the lighting spear as if it were an actual spear, the rod of lighting moving real damn quick.. because, y'know, lightning. The Chosen Undead then moved the talisman across the blade of his greatsword, coating the weapon in yellow energy, lighting sizzling off it.. yet, it also glowed like the sun. [/i]
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[i]Simply dodging to her right, Olivia was much quicker than she was before, so for slower combatants, she would be a pain in the ass to fight in this stage. She fired off three more shots towards Remy, the smile on her face widening slightly as she holstered the revolver and drew the one named "Clyde", firing four shots now instead of three.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 10/2/2016 2:04:57 PM[i]Each shot made his body rock, making Remy stumble back. A growl then came from his throat, the tips of his left index and middle finger tracing over the big ass dents in his chest plate. The light around him then flickered slightly, his shields recharging as the Chosen Undead started charging at Olivia, his lengthy legs and superhuman strength very quickly carrying him forwards as he leaped more than he ran, every step he took resonating through the cathedral. The Dark Lord held his blade before him, blunt side facing Olivia, to block further bullets - though the weapon didn't cover him completely. He growled again, the talisman disappearing into a pouch hooked to a leather belt wrapped around his waist, left hand being enveloped with a giant flame again. Once close enough, the Chosen Undead lunged for Olivia, his left hand throwing about Great Chaos Fireball at Olivia, his right hand simultaneously swinging at the lass from the right, aiming for the things - to low to roll under, and too high to jump over.. Plus, with the length of the sword and the arms that were about two feet long.. [/i]
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[i]Immediately throwing the revolver to the side and not even watching the weapon skid across the marble ground, Olivia gripped her supercharged plasma spear and held it outwards, raising it and pointing the tip straight towards Remy's solar plexus. In all honesty, Olivia knew that she was -blam!-ed, she just didn't care any more. Becoming a literal black and red blur, she sprinted towards Remy, slamming into the Chaos fireball head-on and screaming loudly as its magma and fire covered her body, literally cooking her alive, although she still kept charging. It was the greatsword that did the most damage. The weapon tore through Olivia's side as it slammed into her waist, ripping through carbon, ceramic plating, flesh and bone as blood splattered across its blade. The knightess only grimaced in terrific pain as she slammed into Remy with all of the strength she could muster, drawing the stiletto at her side with her left hand as the spear hopefully impaled him. She knew she was about to die, from the fire and magma burning her flesh and blood loss from the greatsword ripping through her body. But she would atleast take Remy with her, even if this was virtual reality. [/i]
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[i]The spear coming at him just made Remy burst into psychotic, maniacal laughter, no fear or even worry being there. He impaled himself, the spear ramming through the still recharging shields and the armour, sinking into Remy's flesh and piercing spine, exiting out the other end, blood covering the entire length of the spear reaching to the Chosen Undead's chest. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't give a single fück. Even with ruptured organs, an impaled body, a completely paralyzed lower half, and lava burning away at his very body, Remy just growled as he yanked his sword out of Olivia, raising it above his head as magma and blood dripped from the weapon, slightly muffled laughter still booming from the man. He then slammed the melting sword down at Olivia, aiming to cleave her head and upper body in half. [/i]
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[i]As Remy tore out the Wolf Knight's blade, Olivia immediately lost her grip on both weapons, dropping the stiletto to the ground with a clatter and simply leaving the golden spear within her opponent's body. In her twisted logic...she had failed. The knightess fell to her knees, thick dark blood dripping out of her mouth and wounds, and didn't even attempt to look up as the greatsword slammed into her head, cleaving her in two pieces. Olivia fell to the marble floor, blood oozing from her wounds slowly. She was dead within the virtual reality of Anor Londo, slain by the one who had slain her father. This would impact her in a rather terrible way. And that rather terrible way pretty much occurred as soon as the arena began to fade away to its regular dull self, Remy's wounds suddenly healing, the blood of Olivia and in fact, her entire body, dissipating as if the events had never occurred. Outside of the arena, however, a feminine scream of absolute rage that Remy was probably familiar with sounded, followed by someone slamming their fist into pure stone several, several times, which was also mixed by some fairly vulgar words. [/i] [spoiler]So basically, this was the thing I was talking about earlier. You can either A: Try to speak to Olivia, emotional crap, or B: Just leave her to hate the world, lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Emotional crap! [/spoiler] [i]Remy's own body started to fade, a grin on his face as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his tanned skin as the blood disappeared into his beard. He then chuckled, before succumbing to his virtual wounds, his body and weaponry fading completely. Then, he awoke outside, I assume by Olivia though I have no idea how this VR arena works. Remy gasped as his blue eyes flew open, his breath ragged.. Moments before, he had died, extreme pain had racked his body.. But he awoke, pain gone - it was quite surprising. The Chosen Undead slowly looked around, getting up slowly and cautiously, his clothes not making a single sound - yes, clothes.. Instead of his usual armour, Remy was wearing a simple, plain, ceramic white T-shirt, with a pair of black shorts to pair - to make his stay more comfortable.. He was, of course, still armed with the Greatsword of Artorias.[/i]
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[i]Yeah, I guess he did sorta just spawned next to her...or nearby. Slamming her armored fist into the outside wall of the arena, Olivia was still in her Dragonslayer armor, but didn't have the helmet on her at the moment. She had thrown it to the side, the snout of the lion resting against the dirt. She had no weapons, other than the spear sheathed on her back, and even then she didn't seek to use it. She was enraged, evident by the second roar of anger that escaped her throat before she slammed her unarmored head into the wall this time, going dreadfully silent. She hadn't noticed Remy at all yet, and wouldn't know how to react to him if he even bothered speaking with her.[/i]
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[i]Remy would have to go passed her if he wanted to exist, so he slowly started moving towards the area behind her, mud gently crunching beneath his sneakers, making him cringe as he froze.. Had he been heard? Then, just then, the lad shrugged, approaching Olivia rather normally. He then spoke once he was about seven feet away, his voice - despite it being deep and powerful - sounded young, the owner of the smooth voice looking to be around twenty,[/i] "Miss, art thee.. angered? Redundant question.." [i]Remy really didn't have many negative feelings towards the lion knightess; he had just flipped his shit earlier before because he thought she was Ornstein, somehow who was the cause of many of many deaths. [/i]
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[i]The knightess Olivia only went silent, placing her head on the cracked stone wall, tears silently making their way down her smooth cheeks. Why did this one care? He had killed her in the arena. Why did he give a damn about her condition? Olivia was persistent, and decided to ask Remy before responding to his question, her fist and head still against the wall.[/i] "...Why does thou care? Thou art the victor. Thou should not care for the loser no more..." [i]It was strange for Olivia, of all people, to speak in Old English. Perhaps she was only doing it because Remy was also speaking this way.[/i]
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[i]The Black Knight wannabe went silent, thinking about Olivia's words and a potential answer.. Why [b]did[/b] he care? He had no reason to, really. But, then he knew exactly why: The Knightess had bested him in combat; something that very rarely happened, nowadays. Even if she was a little gun using bïtch. [/i] "Thou bested meself in combat.. Something that is rare, indeed.. That is why this one cares about the loser, believe it or not.. Now, thee.. why dost thou feel this way? Crying, even.." [i]Remy swiftly took a few steps closer, until he was but two feet away. He lifted his left hand a little, hesitantly extending it out at the young Dragonslayer. He then carefully placed his hand on the woman's right shoulder.[/i] "Thou should feel.. pride, nay?"
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"...P-Pride..? I have no pride...I resorted to using firearms against thee. I called thee...terrible things. And thou ask me of...pride?" [i]The knightess's voice was shaky, yet she didn't react to the Black Knight placing his hand on her armored shoulder. She was enraged at herself, for in her twisted mind, she was nothing but a disappointment to her father's legacy.[/i] "...Thou will always have more pride, more honor, more valor, than one such as myself. I am nothing more than a disgrace to my lineage...a pathetic excuse to those that call thyselves Dragonslayers..."
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[spoiler]just pretend this is aaaaall in Old English. [/spoiler] "Oh? Did you forget? I have forsaken an ancient prophecy, usurping the world in an age Age of Dark, bringing the Age of Gods to its end.. I slayed without remorse, from innocent Fire Keepers, to peaceful creatures, like the Great Grey Wolf Sif.. All for souls.. And, ushering the world into an Age in which Chaos and Dark would rule.. What did I accomplish with that, Dragonslayer? I only killed more people by refusing to rekindle the First Flame.. And while it was indirectly, it was still my fault.." [i]Remy's own voice had gotten rather shaky, too, as well as just a little sad.. He truly meant his words; it's how he thought about the things he had done.. And the worst thing is..[/i] "And the worst thing is.. I don't care, honestly. If anything, I'm a monster. You're much better than me, Dragonslayer.. Much, much better.."
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[i]The dragonslaying knightess only sighed heavily, closing her tear-filled eyes for a moment afterwards. She spoke once more, stuttering several times as she spoke. She didn't even bother to speak in Old English now.[/i] "A-And?! T-that was the past...things that happened so long ago... T-This...?" [i]She didn't even finish her sentence, suddenly going silent as she let out a quiet sob.[/i] "...I-It doesn't change the fact that I am simply a disgrace, to all Dragonslayers throughout histoty...you committed actions that you thought were right...that benefitted you...things that I will never be able to even match..."
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[i]Remy spoke no further words.. but, instead, he gently pulled on Olivia's right shoulder, gently turning her around, making the two knights stand face to face. The Chosen Undead then just grimaced, a deep and lengthy sigh leaving his very light pink lips before he pursed them in thought.. Then, surprisingly enough, the one who killed Ornstein.. hugged his very daughter. It was funny, in my eyes, truly. The Dark Lord then finally spoke again, loosely holding Olivia close to him, arms wrapped around the lass like how two friends would hug one another. [/i] "We both did wrong things.. Even if we thought it would help us, the things were still wrong.. The only thing we can do is be strong by finding the courage to ask for forgiveness from the people we care about.."
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[i]Olivia only remained silent, although...slowly but steadily, she raised her own arms, wrapping her hands around Remy in response. She didn't know what to do other than that, as the knight was the only person here that she had actually gotten...somewhat close to at the moment. Maybe the only person she considered...a friend.[/i] [i]She slightly grinned at the thought of having an actual ally here, of all places. As such, she tightened her grip on Remy, closing her eyes as her lips remained pursed.[/i]
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[i]Friendzoned again. Even though the two had literally killed one another only moments ago, Remy found the hug pleasant, even with Olivia's armour. His grip tightened slightly when the hug became no longer one-sided, the corners of his mouth curling up in forming a little grin. [/i] "Do you have that strength, Dragonslayer..? The courage..?" [i]Was the only thing Remy asked to break the silence between the two, his own eyes closing as he held the one he had considered an enemy.. [/i]
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[i]Well, it might be a little too early for... Actually, -blam!- that. It's never too early.[/i] "...I guess I do...T-Thanks. Y'know, I...I haven't really introduced myself yet. I'm...Olivia." [i]She chuckled nervously, as she had never acted this way before. She didn't know how she should have treated Remy: as a good friend, or perhaps...more than a friend. The answer to that would have to come from Remy's next actions, as my characters pretty much never make the first move in a romantic relationship.[/i]
