The Ultimate Organization II

"I think you'll understand later, but I don't want to say anything without everyone here," Xardius said. "I'll talk to you guys later."

And the seven foot ten giant of a man did a rather good job of disappearing in the crowd.

OOC: Gotta go, I'll see you guys either later or tomorrow.

 

"...Okay, goodbye," Nulix said to Xardius, before turning to Xane, "I gotta go rob a bank, see you later man."

OOC: I'm outa here.

 

OOC: Later, Darknight. Later, Nulix

BIC: "You always say that," Xane said as Xardius disapeared. He then was left to wonder the seriousness of Nulix's statement...

 

OOC: okay i was ambushed with a vaqcation to the beach, which i'm still on...till monday i think...its kinda boring....anyways my fight will be posted in a few seprate posts...hope thats alright.


BIC: "Thought you wouldn't show up Wing" hermes said, smirking all the while.

Wing smirked back "I always show" His keyblades appeared and Wing took a battle stance. Crissilia took the opertunity to find a seat in the stands, just in front of the other UO members.

Hermes took up his own battle stance and the two locked eyes, ready to duke it out.

 

OOC: Hai Wing! It happens, don't worry about it, and I'm excited for your fight!

OK, I'm going to take this time to randomly put something probably meaningless in. So when I sign out, I sign out right after I post, so I never read the "goodbyes" until I get back, but every time I do, I automatically get a smile on my face because you guys said goodbye.

Yeah, that's it. :)

EDIT: Oh, I probably won't be on later today, so start your second matches without me. You can assign Xardius and Enigma Norse gods, but no one fight Thor or Odin...They're going to be special ones.

And I'm working on Round 2, and it's going to be pretty indepth. :)

EDIT 2: ???? -_- Where is everyone?

 

OOC: Sorry I wasn't here, I was really busy yesterday

BIC: "Hey Xane," Nulix said, walking up to Xane, "Whats going on? Whens match two starting?"

 

BIC: "Soon," Xane answered, looking up at the screen in front of him. "Apparently you're facing the....Midgard Serpent. Huh."

 

ooc: yay found a computer at my aunts....yeah vacation to the beach turned into going to a funeral...anyways on to the match!


bic:

Wing was panting he had been trying to hit hermes for at least fifteen minutes, but every lunge, slash and stab he tried, Hermes dodged.

"damn he's so fast..." Wing thought through gritted teeth.

"whats wrong Wing? you're moving a little slow, and here i was thinking that you'd be a good match." Hermes shrugged "oh well i like an easy win"


Wing chuckled a little then threw his head back to look Hermes dead in the face

"well it looks like i'm going to need to pull out all the stops in this fight..." Wing then let his keyblades drop, but before they hit the ground both began to float on the wing coming from Wing's body. his eyes became lighter and his vision shaper, as the wind in the arean began to flow around him. the tattos under his eyes turned a light green color, finishing Wing's tranformation into his wind form.

"oh you think this will help you then?" Hermes said floating in front of Wing upsidedown. Wing smirked and nodded, hemes closed his eyes and shook his head as Wing raised hs right hand, all at once the keyblade of glaes shot forward at tremendous speed, Hermes dodged yet again, but this time Wing had counted on him dodging at suddenly the feather dancer hit hermes square in the back.

"sneaky little one arent you? think your clever dont you? WELL DON'T YOU?!" Hermes shouted as he stood up again to face Wing. Wing now had both blades in hand and lunged foreward, his stab would have hit hermes in the chest, but the messenger god jumped up last minute and was now standing on the master of gales keyblade, shaking a finger at him.

"you need more moves kiddo, you're starting to seriously bore me."


OOC: all i got for now i'll post the "exciting" conclustion tomorrow morning or afternoon after the memorial service. hai Darknight!

 

"Dead? You give them too much credit," Tul Raijin answered as he poured himself a glass of water, and gulping it down.

Glaring at Raijin with slight distaste, Novice answered, "Well, you left no trace of yourself, when you disappeared. I suppose you want me to commend you for that."

"Not really," Raijin paused. "The only reason I'm here is to get my rightful revenge on the Ultimate Organization. And the smartest way to do so would be to join your ranks."


"No ulterior motives?" Novice asked with a raised eyebrow. he the proceed to lean forward in the chair he was sitting on.

"No, I....."Raijin paused, stumbling over. "The...hell...did...you...do?" Raijin fell on the floor, barely conscious. He could barely see the room he was in, due to his head feeling clogged.

"That's the magic of hallucinogens," Novice said as he cracked a smile. "You should no better than to try and trick the Brotherhood. Why don't you reveal your true intentions to Scourge himself?"

"N-no....." Novice groaned as he was dragged out of the room and into a Brotherhood ship. He'd heard...rumors about Scourge. He'd have to escape...Maybe the ship would tell him. It seemed to be speaking to him...

 

Wing had had about enough of Hermes dodging and laughing. He began to grow angry and reckless with his moves.

"Stop dodging and fight already!" Wing shouted lunging foreward, grazing Hermes' arm. The god howled in pain as blood began to flow.


"Alright you asked for it! Feathers of a thousand birds!" Hermes took off in a circle around Wing, the wind was very stong, and even Wing had a hard time standing up, only by levitating was he ablr to keep his balance. then out of nowhere feathers began to fly into the thr ring that hermes had created, they stabbed, and sliced into Wing body and clothing, tearing it to shreads. He did his best to cover hiss face, letting his hands make a hefy sacrifice. Hermes annoying laughter began to fill Wing's ears, and when he looked through his fingers, there were at least a dozen Hermes flying all around him.

"After Images?!" Wing cried out in pain as the feather count seemd to grow in porpotionto the after images, and hes was suddenly gasping for air. Hermes had created a vaccum, and his plan was to render Wing unconsious with lack of air.

"I have to do something or i'm going to lose..." Wing's hands fell to his sides, his keyblades gripped tight in his bloodied palms, the feathers began to scrach at his face, blood poured down his cheecks and from his forehead. His vision became cloudy and his struggle for air grew more desprate.

"See what happens when you mess with a god?" Hermes voice echoed around him

"I.....got...gotta.....f-find...the.... real....one..." Wing panted, feeling weaker and weaker by the second. His Wind form failed and Wing fell to the ground, still being attacked by feathers, there wasn't a spot of flesh that haddn't been hit at this point. Wing closed his eyes and tried to focus on the images before him, only one image would give off an aura, and that one would be the real Hermes.

The circle closed in, making it so there was even less oxygen to breathe, and more feathers to pierce Wnig's tattered body. soon wing found himself able to see the aura of the god, but it was still to quick for him to attack...

"Still to fast" Wing thought as he struggled to his feet.

"Not done yet? Gotta admit you are strongerthen you look...or you're just plain stupid. give up kidand i'll spare your life. THe Brotherhood told me to kill ya, but you've got spunk, and if you give up, you can live...untill they come for ya anyways!"

"So the brotherhood even got to the gods..." Wing was clutching his side and was able to slow down the aura that was hermes.

"Al...most....there..." Finally the aura was barly creeping past him, abd Wing simply reached out a hand, and Hermes collided with it, nocking him down to the ground.

"What!" Hermes shouted as he looked up to see wing smirking down at him. "Game over" Wing's keyblade then dropped from above him, stabbing Hermes right through the chest. The god laughed once more, then vanished.

"You got guts kid." Hermes voice came form around Wing.

Wing then fell to the ground, gaspping for air, as a pool of blood formed around him. he wasn't sure he could go on, and just before he blacked out Crissilia was byhis side, tears in her eyes, as she placed his head in her lap.


OOC: So yeah Wing got the crap beaten out of him lol i figured i made my last first round match so easy, that i'd let him get pretty roughed up lol thanks goes to Jaxed for the after images idea! and to Tsubasa for other elements of the fight lol

 

Are you......

I have a freind at my school who has the same username as you. what state do you live in.

 

OOC: Probably just coincidence. Wing is pretty popular, honestly.

BIC: Xardius frowned, and then turned and trotted to the arena, where he saw Wing, lying in his own blood, unconscious, with his head in a girl's lap, which Xardius guessed was Crissilia.

Xardius hopped down into the arena, beginning his full heal spell. Crouching down, he placed a hand over Wing's body, then paused as a thump reverberated from behind him.

"I wouldn't do that, or you'll trap the poison within him," Enigma said, getting up from where'd he'd landed, tripped, and fallen. "They were really trying to kill him."

Xardius scooted back, keeping the full heal spell ready as Enigma crouched over Wing and began moving his hands intricately over Wing's body. Xardius never really had the ability for delicate extraction work, but he knew what it looked like, and from the hint of sweat on Enigma's forehead, and the amount of fingerwork, he guessed that this was incredibly complex. Finally, Enigma leaned back and pulled out of the air a liquid in a sphere about the size of his fist.

He nodded at Xardius, who thrust the full heal spell down on Wing, the wounds immediately closing and the blood dissipating. Sighing, he stood up and popped his shoulders.

Enigma pulled out a vial and dumped the toxin into it. "I'll do a test on this to find out what it is, so it'll be easier if I have to do this again."

Xardius nodded. "Thanks."

Enigma shrugged. "It's a bit of sweat, but it's the least I can do."

OOC: I think it would be a good idea, Pirate, if Scourge DID meet Tul Raijin...

 

Wing opened his eyes to see Crissilia and Xardius.

"Thanks Xardius..." When he saw Xardius point over his shoulder Wing struggled to sit up and watched Enigma walk away a ball of liquid held in his hand.

"Thanks Enigma" He called out. He then thanked Crissilia and stood up, she wiped tears from her eyes as wing gave her one of his famous smiles.

"Well, that ranks number two in my toughest fights so far" He said with a small chuckle.

 

*Darxess and Aires clashed blow after blow in a dangerous dance of death*
*He could feel Wing's consciousness slipping*
*Wing had lost his fight*
Darxess:"What the hell happened?"
*While Darxess had his head turned, trying to see what happened, Ares landed a solid cut deep into Darxess's left arm, rendering it useless*
*Darxess yelled out in pain*
Ares:"You should really keep your thoughts on the battle, old man. This match is already easy enough as it is without you trying or not."
*Darxess jumped back away to from Ares and fell to his knees*
Ares:"What? Giving up already? About time, old man."
*Darxess just smiled*
*He was going to enjoy this*
*Using his still working right arm, he slammed it into the ground, causing a large spike to rise up from Ares feet and smack him right in the bottom of his chin*
*It hit dead on, causing Aires to cough blood slightly*
*Ares dropped his sword*
Darxess:"This "old man" still has a few tricks up his sleeve."
Ares:"You should not have done that."
*Ares eyes glowed red, and he engulfed himself in fire*
Ares:"Now I'll show you the true power of the gods!"
*Ares shouted out a raging battle cry and quickly grew to covering half of the entire arena in his shear size, leaving Darxess by himself in a small corner*
*Ares spoke in a loud, booming voice*
Ares:"THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS, OLD MAN! I'LL CRUSH YOU LIKE THE BUG THAT YOU ARE!"
*Darxess gulped*
Darxess:"This may be a problem."
*Ares summoned a large warhammer*
Ares:"NOW DIE!!"

 

Vecked curled inside his armor. It was cold tonight, especially when you were sleeping in a grass field. Vecked was tempted to create a small flame, not very bright but still good enough to keep him warm.

A silent jet flew above him, a single flashing red light visible on the jet in the night sky. A second after the jet had flown by the roar of the engine broke the silence.

Vecked closed his eyes as the roar of the engine shook the ground. Vecked opened them slowly to see his partner glaring at him.

“I don’t like loud sounds,” Vecked said.

“So your afraid of the Jet?” his partner asked.

“I’m afraid of the jets power, and I grew up with Jets flying over me. When you’re inside a house and you don’t see the jet and suddenly there’s a large sound, like an explosion in the sky. When your three and four that’s scary.” Vecked explained.

“So your afraid of the jet?” his partner asked again.

“I’m afraid of the Jets power.” Vecked replied. “By the way, I saw something odd with the last few jets. They all had their afterburners on. I think that the jets are trying to jump high into the gravitational field, into a larger Gummi Cruiser maybe.”

“Why would they do that, the death rate increases by maybe half, probably less to be realistic. Still, no deaths are preferred. Why would they risk it if they could just land the large Gummi in the bay?” Vecked’s partner asked.

“Because they don’t have the bay,” Vecked replied. His partner sighed, before she grabbed her sword and stood up. “I’m gonna highjack a jet; go to the bay and see what’s happening.” She said, as Vecked got up.

“Gotcha,” Vecked replied before running off. This was his trial; if he succeeded, Vecked would officially be the thirty-seventh Brotherhood member. His test was to help put an end to the Eastern Line war, a war between two worlds right next to each other. Vecked was thrown into the war with nothing but a description. Kill the two world leaders.

Vecked reached the end of the field, and was now on top of a cliff looking over a beach. On the beach was a large landing strip, several small bases surrounding it. Hundreds of jets and a few gummi ships stood all around the area.

Vecked slowly began to climb down the cliff; there was also another rule to this mission. Vecked was only allowed to kill five people, and two of them had to be the world’s leaders. He had already wasted two of his five lives, and hopefully, after the mission was over, he would still have the last life left.

Vecked slowly but surely climbed down the cliff. It was a battlefield on the beach. Soldiers from both worlds shot at one another. It seemed one of the worlds had attacked the other.

Vecked jumped down onto a gummi ship and stealthily made his way towards the water. Vecked swam below the boats and ships that rested off the beach. Vecked held his breath as long as he could but at some point he had to come up for air.

Vecked swam to the surface and climbed onto the nearest boat. The boat was completely empty; the crew had probably gone to fight at the beach. Just as Vecked began to head back to the water, a gunshot broke the silence, and a man flew out the ships sleeping area.

Vecked looked down at the man, he had a gunshot in his skull, and was completely dead. It took Vecked a second to realize that this man was one of the world leaders. “Check one,” Vecked whispered to himself, picking up the body.

“Hey!” A man yelled, Vecked turned around to see the other world leader with a pistol in his hand, “Who the hell are you?!” The world leader demanded.

Vecked smiled, “Check two,” he whispered, shooting the second world leader in the neck. Vecked grabbed the two bodies and put them in a large brown bag. He would need them as proof for Scourge.

Vecked looked up as a few gummi ships approached. Vecked jumped off the rear end of the boat and grabbed onto one of the gummi ships tires.

Vecked somersaulted on top of the ship and placed a grenade onto the ships roof. Vcked climbed back down the ship as the grenade blew the ships roof off, damaging the engine in the process, sending the ship into a downward crash.

As the ship flew down, Vecked flipped into the burning ship from the roof. Vecked grabbed the pilot of the ship by the neck and pushed him against the wall. “Give me your wallet now,” Vecked demanded.

“You idiot! You killed us all! Why would you do that!?” The pilot yelled. Veked sighed, “First off, I’m not killing you, the ship crashing into the water and crushing you will be the cause of your death-“

“And you blew the ships engine up!” The pilot interrupted, “You caused the ship to explode, now we will both die!”

“No… just you,” Vecked said, jumping out of the ship as it hit the water. Vecked landed in the water a few feet away from the ship. Vecked dived into the water after the sinking ship; he still needed that guy’s wallet. Vecked swam into the sinking ship and grabbed the pilot’s corpse and one of the emergency escape kits on the ships wall.

With the pilot in one hand, the escape kit in another, and the brown bag with the two bodies in it strapped to Vecked’s back, he swam up to the surface.

Vecked gasped for breath as he reached the surface. After a few seconds of rest, Vecked pulled the escape kit out. It was a compressed yellow piece of plastic with a string coming out of it.

Vecked pulled the string and the piece of plastic inflated into a yellow plastic safety raft. Vecked threw the brown bag and the pilots body onto the raft, before climbing in himself.

“Lets see what we have here,” Vecked muttered, searching threw the pilots pockets. “That’s the ticket,” Vecked thought out loud, pulling the pilots wallet out. Vecked smiled as he threw the pilots body overboard.

Vecked would now sail to the nearest harbor, take a taxi to the nearest airport, and then get on a Gummi Ship to the nearest world that the Brotherhood occupied. Once he arrived, Vecked would most likely meet up with Scrouge, who would hopefully make Vecked a part of the Brotherhoods ranks.

Vecked lay down in the raft and closed his eyes; the Brotherhood could wait though, because now a quick nap was in order…

***

“Why… why again? If I don’t hurry I’m gonna be late!” Nulix muttered to himself. Day two, round two, and again Nulix had slept way too late. The strange thing was, he actually went to bed early last night. Maybe he was sleeping late because the Olympian beds were oh so comfortable.

Nulix put his shoes on and ran out of the door, down the hallway, and towards the stadium…

 

OOC: Hopefully you're still online, Nulix. 'cause this won't be an easy fight...And Vecked as a brotherhood member? Did you go over that with DarKnight? He should know...

BIC: As Nulix reached the stadium, his surroundings shifted. For all he could see, he was suddenly stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere...

***
As Tul Raijin soared through space in the jail cell on the Brotherhood ship, he couldn't help but feel that someone was speaking to him. Not one of the guards, but something...or someone strange...

 

OOC: I vaguely mentioned something about Vecked becoming a Brotherhood member to Mr. 36 a few months back...

BIC: "Wow..." Nulix said to himself, where was he? Did he take a wrong turn or something?

 

OOC: Months?

BIC: Nulix question was soon answered as the island under him began to rumble and quake. It then shook itself violently until Nulix fell in the body of water. Then a part of the island slowly started to rise out of the water and revealed itself to be a type of sea dragon. The creature was so enourmous that Nulix couldn't even see where it's body ended. It looked around until it found Nulix and glared at him.

"So, you came to challenge me?" the dragon asked. "You're no tHor, but I suppossssse you'll make a nice ssssnack."

A screen hovered above them in the air, indicating that the fight between Nulix and the Midgard Serpent was about to commence.

 

OOC: Maybe a little more recently...

BIC: Oh crap, Nulix thought to himself. This time he actually had to fight... or did he? Nulix smiled at the Serpent, he had used his charm to get out of situations before... and if it meant not getting hurt, he would do it again! "So, Mr. Serpent, have you ever thrown a match before?" Nulix asked.

 

The monster proceeded to try and eat Nulix.

Xane, who was watching from the tournament stands, wondered how Nulix would get out of this one.

***

"Who are you?" Tul Raijin asked. "What do you want with me?"


"Nothing much. I just wanted to tell you something useful...." a voice said.


"Well then tell me," Raijin asked, still slightly confused from his migraine. "But first, I need a name."

"Tul Raijin," the voice remarked.

"I meant your name," Raijin growled.

"Then be more specific," the voice laughed. "You may call me Teiz..."