2010-03-28, 01:50 AM
(This post was last modified: 2010-03-28, 06:39 PM by Smooth Criminal.)
Few things to bring up- yes: the moonwalk did what it was used for in the Moonwalker game: it could basically "hover" over obstacles and go against the direction of a conveyor belt. Here, I used as a way for him avoid the shock of the bridge. Also, I forgot to mention it, but Michael projected his own electricity out of his body. Also, in the prior post, I copypasta'd the ending of my prior post.
Also: expect a follow up to Tobias's post from me tomorrow.
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Signaled by a beep, the elevator doors opened up and ahead of them lay a checker boarded floor of marble and on the walls, dimly lit candles on golden candlesticks mounted on the walls lined the way with paintings here and there. The flames of the candles were low and flickered. The nastiness of the odor on the floor they had been on seemed to have vanished; and instead, the smell of disinfectant, smoke, and chemicals permeated the air. The paintings gave off a foul mood that put Michael in horror. On one; colors splattered everywhere on them; bright and flashy, seemingly painted frantically; it seemed that a madman had painted these. When Michael look to his write, he saw a painting of a frail woman who appeared malnourished and eyes sagging who was kissing a skeleton as she embraced it. The hallways had this odd way of reverberating every sound; Michael could hear his own and Sawako's footsteps.
Suddenly, the sound of people talking became closer and closer; and suddenly, Michael reached an ornate door to his left.
"There was quite a commotion in the school according to the chief."
"Oh?"
"We acquired more resources thanks to this. We gathered a weak demon thanks to the Dark Fang, and an idiot student all thanks to Aurora the Sniper. We've picked out only the best organs from their body to construct the Titan upstairs, and the rest are made to create new demons. And don't worry- neither of the two responsible for bringing them these two demons are remotely a threat to our operations."
There was an awkward silence as the sound of someone sipping hot tea filled the halls. Empty silence returned briefly. Someone slurped their noodles loudly. Michael silently groaned. Didn’t they know it was uncultured and rude to slurp soup? Of course, some people think that it’s well mannered and shows you enjoy the food but…
Michael let out a sigh.
“Speaking of Mimoto and Aurora, quite some commotion arose when Aurora killed a morpher by the name of Zuzazu."
"Goddamn kids," thought Michael. "They had to take away my rent money, didn't they?"
"We had our eyes on him as a suspected morpher, but we didn’t want any student suspicion to arise of human and demon trafficking going on inside of the school itself. Not that it’d really matter, but it’s a good precaution. Our policy is to capture humans and demons who are more dead than alive for that reason. It’s a pity, but she left us absolutely nothing to work with and we’re very, very disappointed.”
The sound of licking around lips could be heard and was followed by a sadistic, hysterical long laughter that echoed through the empty hall. Silence returned as the laughter faded away and a quieter sinister, menacing voice replaced it.
“Mmmmm… …I’ll be sure that if she ever comes crawling under our hands… I’ll be sure that she pays...” The man let his last word hang over an airy silence. “…WITH RESOURCES OF HER OWN!” he shrieked. Maniacal, frenzied laughter returned as his mind filled with all sorts of arousing, stimulating thoughts. “Yes…I see it quite clearly!” he cried in a loud triumphant voice.
“But: I have a better idea in store for her compared to you guys. It’s an honest waste of a fine body if we used it on the Titan, and it’s not high grade enough material for what’s being made downstairs. Instead, she’ll become my lovely pet- and don’t worry, I’ll be nice. I can see it now… her body- tangled and suspended by chains with her arms and legs… FEEBLE and POWERLESS… her light hazel eyes…SUBSERVIENT, SUBDUED, TAMED, AND EMPTY… and best of all: that TENDER mouth of hers… weak and tamed to accept ANYTHING I ask of her. Nothing comes out of her mouth except SWEET, MELLIFLUOUS MOANS that are chamber music throughout the night as her and myself share nothing but raw passion at its most primal state. And I…”
A hard slap echoed throughout the hall. “Get a grip, Dr. Planck,” the other voice in the room said- a female with a cold, assertive voice. “Listen- you may be the new upstart who rose through the rank; but don’t get cocky. I and your other superiors have the jurisdiction on what to do with each of the candidates that we’ve learned through the scouts reports back to the boss.”
“That must be the principal that she’s talking about...” thought Michael, recalling the deranged woman chasing after them.
“Ah- you’re new. I forgot I hadn’t explained this to you. When we first began creating our mechanically modified demons, the stronger ones would develop an intelligent consciousness. We felt that education to indoctrinate them into forming an army lead by our forces would be enough. We were so horribly wrong. You see, in that very same position you have right now as head researcher, a man by the name of Masahiko Ōgai had an elaborate scheme to take some of our most classified projects and run. These projects were only accessible by someone in his position. He filled the minds of our very first A rank demons and our first S rank demon with the idea of freedom and the right to live their lives the way they wanted to; and promised them with that if they’d help him embezzle the goods and run, they could escape too. The results were disastrous. Him and the A ranks broke free; and as for the S rank, we successfully stopped it in the same cavern as the Titan. We have since dubbed it “Prometheus”. Now, of course, that isn’t to say the demon education program wasn’t successful- and here’s where our scouts kick in. They’ve developed enough to fill in the role of a convincing teacher who would go unnoticed thanks to having a personality and would go undetected thanks to a program built into their machinery. These demons are most around B rank, and they are obedient to the point where they are convinced their entire life is acting as school staff without any real purpose in mind as well as serving as guards of the first floor of our facility- and without knowing why. They just do what they are told, but have no idea of for who and why- as we fear they might rebel if they had such knowledge. In their hours as school staff, they have to report all that goes on with the students and classes. Thanks to this, we successfully monitor their development and progress to see if they are an asset to us or a thread or unnecessary. We fear that this might fail too, but the odds of that are low. Either way, we’re not taking any more chances, and so- the rest of the army we’ve been building have now all been programmed to obey our orders only.”
“Well, it was a pleasant lunch. See you later, Ryoko,” said Dr. Planck.
“Who said you could address me by my first name, bud?” growled Ryoko.
The sound of seats being moved properly back into place was heard.
“pomegranate,” thought Michael. He grabbed on to Sawako’s hand as the two of them ran to the end of the hallway marked by a similar ornate door.
Michael twisted it rapidly, and ran through. Inside, countless glass tubes with labels of ranks everywhere. As Michael looked left and right as he ran onward, he read off ranks one by one. A, A, A+, S-, A-, A, A-. “What the hell is going on in here?” thought Michael as he gritted his teeth. Sawako’s eyes were closed as all she could do was follow them. “Eliminate them!” cried a familiar voice that was neither Planck or Ryoko.
Michael and Sawako could hear the door slam, and realize there's nowhere left to run. Vapor and steam emerged as blue fluids leaked on to the floor. Demons took a step out of their glass containers and let wet, heavy feet dig their feet into the cold, metallic texture of the floor. Suddenly, they began to teleport left and right. Michael ran with all the strength he could muster in his legs down the long hallway. Suddenly, a demon ahead of him appeared to disintegrate into ash and ash began to float ahead of him. Michael ran on and on, trying to run past it as fast as it could. Suddenly, he felt it brush against his neck; and suddenly, it condensed into a dark, cold, and clammy hand and reached at his neck. As Michael felt it’s touch, it seemed to drain every single degree of heat from his body and with the hopelessness situation going on, Michael began to wonder if he would ever be able to ever see the sun’s radiant beams shining down on life. Suddenly, Michael was stabbed in the chest. His head began to spin as he began gasping for breath, but even breathing was difficult. Michael closed his eyes, and everything turned into pitch black darkness.
Michael hoped it was just imagination. Suddenly, Michael was swept away into another scene in another time as the whole world seemed to turn still as Michael’s heart slowly beated. In front of Michael, wide open meadows in Shinto Central Park were visible. At the center of the meadows, there stands a line of old poplars by a stream. They were visible from a great distance, and although they grew on one bank only, Michael recalled that he and all of the other children called them the poplar avenue. On the opposite end, blooming sakura trees lined the edge of the river. The melody of the wind in the poplars held his fancy always, and the rustling of leaves seemed calming. Pink petals danced, guided by the wind as if it were a hand leading it in a graceful ballroom dance. On the bank of the stream, Michael saw himself letting his feet hang in the bright, swift waters and letting his feet flow along with the gentle push of the water going against his feet. And Michael saw it: a beautiful girl in a kimono smiling as they drank tea together under a kimono as he smiled back. “Annie…” thought Michael. The image of those days still made his troubled, clouded heart pause in its beating.
Suddenly, Michael thought to himself- perhaps he should continue to live on, to avenge Annie. “I can’t afford to let this all end here!” he thought as he gripped down hard on his teeth. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a smoke grenade. Michael pulled the pin with immense floor as he tossed it against the floor underneath his feet.
Michael opened his eyes once more as he held even more tightly onto Sawako. A few demons were still chasing him. The foulest stench was in the air: the funk of aged chemicals used for preservation of the demons. Grizzly demons from every direction from their capsules: closing in to seal Michael and Sawako’s doom. And though they fought to stay alive, their body started to shiver. Michael and Sawako dashed straight into the next elevator, and the door closed shut.
With each second getting closer until they would arrive to the next floor, Michael and Sawako let their heartbeats catch up. “There was no time to calm down, I have to keep moving”;Michael thought to myself. “Michael, we’re receiving massive energy signals down there. God knows what’s going on down their,” said Speed Demon. “Well, goddamn,” thought Michael as he smiled. “Michael, are you okay?” asked Sawako. He coughed crimson red blood that splashed along the edges of his mouth and wiped it off with his hand. “Nope,” said Michael with a smile; who then proceeded to wheeze and hack a blood-filled cough onto the floor. He held closely to the metallic grip of his cold, black steel tommy gun as Sawako transformed her arm into a scythe- awaiting for whatever lies ahead. As the doors slowly opened, Michael pulled the safety pin from the hand grenade and with a swift, but gentle toss towards the outside.
An explosion engulfed the room. As the smoke settled, he and Sawako looked ahead to see a sturdy and rugged looking man obviously old in age hooked up to a network of wires sitting on an ornate golden throne as a harem of scantily clad maids stroked and kissed his bare chest exposed by his black robe and his hardened face while he stroked their smooth skin. Years of wisdom hardened and lined his face as long gray hair seemed to reach near his eyes that seemed to be apathetic and condescending; as if a dragon looking down at an ant. Even liver spots and wrinkles seemed to make him appear more so powerful. His mouth was stiff and covered with a white mustache. His body was gargantuan as its most obvious feature- dwarfing a fairly tall man like Michael. Even more prominent were his bulging muscles that seemed able to each crush Michael. His large hands seemed to be able to grab Michael’s whole face and then crush it into a bloody pulp with a simple grip.
His hand stopped petting one of the girls as he reached over for a sip from a glass of rich wine. He then placed it back and began to stroke another girl’s hair. While this was going on, Michael had been holding his gun towards the man’s face.
As Michael looked near him, a glass container much like the ones on the floor above was present; and inside, he saw a female encased who looked as if she had been sculpted by a master doll craftsman. Her eyes seemed gently chiseled and the features of her face and bare body with a gentle texture. She had long black hair that flowed throughout the blue liquid.
“Michael, I was mistaken. We have two large energy signatures. The man ahead of you is an S+ class, and whatever being lies inside of the glass… is even greater,” said Speed Demon gravely.
“I’ve finally caught up with you!” announced a voice coming from right behind them. It was the principal, who proceeded to walk right up to the man.
Also: expect a follow up to Tobias's post from me tomorrow.
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Signaled by a beep, the elevator doors opened up and ahead of them lay a checker boarded floor of marble and on the walls, dimly lit candles on golden candlesticks mounted on the walls lined the way with paintings here and there. The flames of the candles were low and flickered. The nastiness of the odor on the floor they had been on seemed to have vanished; and instead, the smell of disinfectant, smoke, and chemicals permeated the air. The paintings gave off a foul mood that put Michael in horror. On one; colors splattered everywhere on them; bright and flashy, seemingly painted frantically; it seemed that a madman had painted these. When Michael look to his write, he saw a painting of a frail woman who appeared malnourished and eyes sagging who was kissing a skeleton as she embraced it. The hallways had this odd way of reverberating every sound; Michael could hear his own and Sawako's footsteps.
Suddenly, the sound of people talking became closer and closer; and suddenly, Michael reached an ornate door to his left.
"There was quite a commotion in the school according to the chief."
"Oh?"
"We acquired more resources thanks to this. We gathered a weak demon thanks to the Dark Fang, and an idiot student all thanks to Aurora the Sniper. We've picked out only the best organs from their body to construct the Titan upstairs, and the rest are made to create new demons. And don't worry- neither of the two responsible for bringing them these two demons are remotely a threat to our operations."
There was an awkward silence as the sound of someone sipping hot tea filled the halls. Empty silence returned briefly. Someone slurped their noodles loudly. Michael silently groaned. Didn’t they know it was uncultured and rude to slurp soup? Of course, some people think that it’s well mannered and shows you enjoy the food but…
Michael let out a sigh.
“Speaking of Mimoto and Aurora, quite some commotion arose when Aurora killed a morpher by the name of Zuzazu."
"Goddamn kids," thought Michael. "They had to take away my rent money, didn't they?"
"We had our eyes on him as a suspected morpher, but we didn’t want any student suspicion to arise of human and demon trafficking going on inside of the school itself. Not that it’d really matter, but it’s a good precaution. Our policy is to capture humans and demons who are more dead than alive for that reason. It’s a pity, but she left us absolutely nothing to work with and we’re very, very disappointed.”
The sound of licking around lips could be heard and was followed by a sadistic, hysterical long laughter that echoed through the empty hall. Silence returned as the laughter faded away and a quieter sinister, menacing voice replaced it.
“Mmmmm… …I’ll be sure that if she ever comes crawling under our hands… I’ll be sure that she pays...” The man let his last word hang over an airy silence. “…WITH RESOURCES OF HER OWN!” he shrieked. Maniacal, frenzied laughter returned as his mind filled with all sorts of arousing, stimulating thoughts. “Yes…I see it quite clearly!” he cried in a loud triumphant voice.
“But: I have a better idea in store for her compared to you guys. It’s an honest waste of a fine body if we used it on the Titan, and it’s not high grade enough material for what’s being made downstairs. Instead, she’ll become my lovely pet- and don’t worry, I’ll be nice. I can see it now… her body- tangled and suspended by chains with her arms and legs… FEEBLE and POWERLESS… her light hazel eyes…SUBSERVIENT, SUBDUED, TAMED, AND EMPTY… and best of all: that TENDER mouth of hers… weak and tamed to accept ANYTHING I ask of her. Nothing comes out of her mouth except SWEET, MELLIFLUOUS MOANS that are chamber music throughout the night as her and myself share nothing but raw passion at its most primal state. And I…”
A hard slap echoed throughout the hall. “Get a grip, Dr. Planck,” the other voice in the room said- a female with a cold, assertive voice. “Listen- you may be the new upstart who rose through the rank; but don’t get cocky. I and your other superiors have the jurisdiction on what to do with each of the candidates that we’ve learned through the scouts reports back to the boss.”
“That must be the principal that she’s talking about...” thought Michael, recalling the deranged woman chasing after them.
“Ah- you’re new. I forgot I hadn’t explained this to you. When we first began creating our mechanically modified demons, the stronger ones would develop an intelligent consciousness. We felt that education to indoctrinate them into forming an army lead by our forces would be enough. We were so horribly wrong. You see, in that very same position you have right now as head researcher, a man by the name of Masahiko Ōgai had an elaborate scheme to take some of our most classified projects and run. These projects were only accessible by someone in his position. He filled the minds of our very first A rank demons and our first S rank demon with the idea of freedom and the right to live their lives the way they wanted to; and promised them with that if they’d help him embezzle the goods and run, they could escape too. The results were disastrous. Him and the A ranks broke free; and as for the S rank, we successfully stopped it in the same cavern as the Titan. We have since dubbed it “Prometheus”. Now, of course, that isn’t to say the demon education program wasn’t successful- and here’s where our scouts kick in. They’ve developed enough to fill in the role of a convincing teacher who would go unnoticed thanks to having a personality and would go undetected thanks to a program built into their machinery. These demons are most around B rank, and they are obedient to the point where they are convinced their entire life is acting as school staff without any real purpose in mind as well as serving as guards of the first floor of our facility- and without knowing why. They just do what they are told, but have no idea of for who and why- as we fear they might rebel if they had such knowledge. In their hours as school staff, they have to report all that goes on with the students and classes. Thanks to this, we successfully monitor their development and progress to see if they are an asset to us or a thread or unnecessary. We fear that this might fail too, but the odds of that are low. Either way, we’re not taking any more chances, and so- the rest of the army we’ve been building have now all been programmed to obey our orders only.”
“Well, it was a pleasant lunch. See you later, Ryoko,” said Dr. Planck.
“Who said you could address me by my first name, bud?” growled Ryoko.
The sound of seats being moved properly back into place was heard.
“pomegranate,” thought Michael. He grabbed on to Sawako’s hand as the two of them ran to the end of the hallway marked by a similar ornate door.
Michael twisted it rapidly, and ran through. Inside, countless glass tubes with labels of ranks everywhere. As Michael looked left and right as he ran onward, he read off ranks one by one. A, A, A+, S-, A-, A, A-. “What the hell is going on in here?” thought Michael as he gritted his teeth. Sawako’s eyes were closed as all she could do was follow them. “Eliminate them!” cried a familiar voice that was neither Planck or Ryoko.
Michael and Sawako could hear the door slam, and realize there's nowhere left to run. Vapor and steam emerged as blue fluids leaked on to the floor. Demons took a step out of their glass containers and let wet, heavy feet dig their feet into the cold, metallic texture of the floor. Suddenly, they began to teleport left and right. Michael ran with all the strength he could muster in his legs down the long hallway. Suddenly, a demon ahead of him appeared to disintegrate into ash and ash began to float ahead of him. Michael ran on and on, trying to run past it as fast as it could. Suddenly, he felt it brush against his neck; and suddenly, it condensed into a dark, cold, and clammy hand and reached at his neck. As Michael felt it’s touch, it seemed to drain every single degree of heat from his body and with the hopelessness situation going on, Michael began to wonder if he would ever be able to ever see the sun’s radiant beams shining down on life. Suddenly, Michael was stabbed in the chest. His head began to spin as he began gasping for breath, but even breathing was difficult. Michael closed his eyes, and everything turned into pitch black darkness.
Michael hoped it was just imagination. Suddenly, Michael was swept away into another scene in another time as the whole world seemed to turn still as Michael’s heart slowly beated. In front of Michael, wide open meadows in Shinto Central Park were visible. At the center of the meadows, there stands a line of old poplars by a stream. They were visible from a great distance, and although they grew on one bank only, Michael recalled that he and all of the other children called them the poplar avenue. On the opposite end, blooming sakura trees lined the edge of the river. The melody of the wind in the poplars held his fancy always, and the rustling of leaves seemed calming. Pink petals danced, guided by the wind as if it were a hand leading it in a graceful ballroom dance. On the bank of the stream, Michael saw himself letting his feet hang in the bright, swift waters and letting his feet flow along with the gentle push of the water going against his feet. And Michael saw it: a beautiful girl in a kimono smiling as they drank tea together under a kimono as he smiled back. “Annie…” thought Michael. The image of those days still made his troubled, clouded heart pause in its beating.
Suddenly, Michael thought to himself- perhaps he should continue to live on, to avenge Annie. “I can’t afford to let this all end here!” he thought as he gripped down hard on his teeth. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a smoke grenade. Michael pulled the pin with immense floor as he tossed it against the floor underneath his feet.
Michael opened his eyes once more as he held even more tightly onto Sawako. A few demons were still chasing him. The foulest stench was in the air: the funk of aged chemicals used for preservation of the demons. Grizzly demons from every direction from their capsules: closing in to seal Michael and Sawako’s doom. And though they fought to stay alive, their body started to shiver. Michael and Sawako dashed straight into the next elevator, and the door closed shut.
With each second getting closer until they would arrive to the next floor, Michael and Sawako let their heartbeats catch up. “There was no time to calm down, I have to keep moving”;Michael thought to myself. “Michael, we’re receiving massive energy signals down there. God knows what’s going on down their,” said Speed Demon. “Well, goddamn,” thought Michael as he smiled. “Michael, are you okay?” asked Sawako. He coughed crimson red blood that splashed along the edges of his mouth and wiped it off with his hand. “Nope,” said Michael with a smile; who then proceeded to wheeze and hack a blood-filled cough onto the floor. He held closely to the metallic grip of his cold, black steel tommy gun as Sawako transformed her arm into a scythe- awaiting for whatever lies ahead. As the doors slowly opened, Michael pulled the safety pin from the hand grenade and with a swift, but gentle toss towards the outside.
An explosion engulfed the room. As the smoke settled, he and Sawako looked ahead to see a sturdy and rugged looking man obviously old in age hooked up to a network of wires sitting on an ornate golden throne as a harem of scantily clad maids stroked and kissed his bare chest exposed by his black robe and his hardened face while he stroked their smooth skin. Years of wisdom hardened and lined his face as long gray hair seemed to reach near his eyes that seemed to be apathetic and condescending; as if a dragon looking down at an ant. Even liver spots and wrinkles seemed to make him appear more so powerful. His mouth was stiff and covered with a white mustache. His body was gargantuan as its most obvious feature- dwarfing a fairly tall man like Michael. Even more prominent were his bulging muscles that seemed able to each crush Michael. His large hands seemed to be able to grab Michael’s whole face and then crush it into a bloody pulp with a simple grip.
His hand stopped petting one of the girls as he reached over for a sip from a glass of rich wine. He then placed it back and began to stroke another girl’s hair. While this was going on, Michael had been holding his gun towards the man’s face.
As Michael looked near him, a glass container much like the ones on the floor above was present; and inside, he saw a female encased who looked as if she had been sculpted by a master doll craftsman. Her eyes seemed gently chiseled and the features of her face and bare body with a gentle texture. She had long black hair that flowed throughout the blue liquid.
“Michael, I was mistaken. We have two large energy signatures. The man ahead of you is an S+ class, and whatever being lies inside of the glass… is even greater,” said Speed Demon gravely.
“I’ve finally caught up with you!” announced a voice coming from right behind them. It was the principal, who proceeded to walk right up to the man.