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☠Tierra del Diablo☠: An Original RP

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Tierra del Diablo, Dios lo sabia demasiado mucho, pero nunca le dije a nosotros...

"Long time ago, we were in a desert. The world was a lot more...violent. A lot more...sinister. Where would you find this more than anywhere? Sin City? Close, before Vegas existed there was another Sin City. A little place called Vine County, lost in the seas of time and buried there alive due to supernatural activities. A town, Thorndale, pretty little place. Nice homey like feel to it's air. Nicest place around, partner. Cause that is it when you live in Tierra del Diablo. Rumour says when this town was barely scratching it's surface the Sheriff made a deal with El Diablo himself. And cause of it, Thorndale has thrived as a landmark in the Old West. In fact, it could be called a small city. We have roads through Nevada's twists and turns and we've got reliable resources."

"Now then kids, this is where it'll really get ya. The Devil wasn't gonna let Thorndale be a thriving community for no profit. In fact, the Mesa not too far from town became a cementary. But why? Well, rumour is that every night, if a man ever spills a woman's blood on the Plateau, well, let's just say it wouldn't be pretty."

"Mom! Grandpa's trying to scare us again!" "Ignore him hon, just get to bed now. Pa, you can't be trying to scare 'em with ghost stories and what not!" "Ugh, sorry love, probably should drop the bottle!"

But no, the old man's tales couldn't be more true. Allow me to recount the events of November the 15th a long time back...1860. There was a small town called Thorndale, which was indeed overlooked by an enormous Plateau. And the legend was put to practise. A man captured a humble lady of the town with intentions to sell her off into the slave industry...

"No, please! Let me go!" "Shut up, you b*tch! You are gonna be a mighty fine slave, so feisty, nice chest, you'd make me millions!" "No! Leave me alone! Please! I beg you!" "That's it!"

And the fool cut her wrist. Have a guess where they were...

La Meseta del Diablo

The blood touched the ground and the woman shrieked in agony. "Shut up or it'll be yer neck nex-" And then he saw what he had unleashed. The cementary collapsed inwards, the Plateau now with a gaping void. And inside this void..."AUGH!" A hand shot out onto the man's head and...squish - splatter - bad boys don't do what they are told. The Demon's of Hell had arrived with one goal. Make Earth Hell.

However, a group had banded together, civil by day but demon hunting vigilantes by night. They are there to protect Thorndale. They are The Lost Ones. Originally grouped under the leadership of Barrett "Skullzy" O' Riley, they wield one thing demon's didn't expect. Attitude.

[spoiler=Rules of Conduct]
I: You must obey every single rule that has been created by the YCM team.
II: My word is the law.
III: Mistakes will be minimal. One chance or you are banned.
IV: Killing other players is forbidden unless consent is given to both me and the corresponding player.
V: This is a Western Style RP. Do not exceed any limits to this era. This includes Time Travelling, Paradoxes and the rest.
VI: The first 18 Demon's are all original Artwork of Genzoman's deviantart account.
VII: The apps will be filled to absolute perfection. Everything in parenthesis, aka "( )", must be deleted.
VIII: Demon creating is allowed If you do so, you must follow the given format and reference the used Image if necesary.
IX: Don't break the fourth wall.
X: The app is very specific. Copy the HTML code provided in order to remain in format. Optional categories are Accolade, Secondary Weapon, Mount and Other, which means you do NOT need to fill those in. The Appearance category has been divided into two, one for image users and one for non-image users. Delete the one you will not be using. Any apps that breach these rules will be disqualified. If you wish to have some past connections to other apps, ensure you both confirm it and then update your corresponding app.
XI: Have fun.
XII: To prove you read these rules, your character's name must be written "Courier New" font.
XIII: Show respect to eachother.
XIV: No flaming, trolling, etc. This will result in immediate disqualification.
XV: Just to clarify what I mean by the YCM rules:
XV - 1: No Godmodding, Powerplaying or Metagaming.
XV - 2: PG-16.
XV - 3: Minimum post length is four lines.
XVI: Enjoy[size=1] and to prove you've read all the rules, including this little note, your app must contain 1 seven lettered word highlighted in blue.[/size][/spoiler]
[size=4][font=Courier New][spoiler=O' Riley's Book of Demons]
"Well, if you are reading this I'm dead, cause I'd never let anyone get their hands on my book when I was alive. Anyways, you are in charge of this book for one reason, I'm not there to do it. And in case you didn't know, this is a Demonology Book. It'll give you information on any demons you've faced or will face soon."

"There isn't an infinite number of them out there. You'll track 'em down. If you don't you've let the whole world down. I didn't lighten up my position and neither will you. Don't overestimate 'em. Everything has a weakness. Mine was goat milk. Don't underestimate 'em either. They are not normal mortals like us. They will pose a serious threat to fools."

"This is the format you'll see in this book. Now then, enjoy looking at the b*stards I killed and fill this up."
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Name: (Demon's Name)
Gender: (Demon's Gender, if they have one)
Image: (Demon's Picture)



Date of Execution: (When killed, will be filled in)
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Name: Satan / Lucifer / The Devil
Gender: Male
Image:

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Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Lilith
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/041/7/d/Lilith_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Naamah
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/300/9/7/Naamah_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Eisheth Zenunim
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/316/1/5/Eisheth_Zenunim_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Agrat Bat Mahlat
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://th05.deviantart.net/fs51/PRE/f/2009/303/2/f/Agrat_Bat_Mahlat_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Count Dracula
Gender: Male
Image:

[img]http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2010/008/2/7/Dracula_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Count Orlok
Gender: Male
Image:

[img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yl4AWDk5qwc/TZiwr0fYRdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/637Ttkqfab8/s1600/Nosferatu_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: 5th, Jan, 1899
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Name: Hellequin
Gender: Male
Image:

[img]http://gamethu.vnexpress.net/Files/Subject/3B/9B/1A/DC/hellequin_by_genzoman-d32ro1n.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: 7th, Feb, 1900
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Name: Raven
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/301/f/7/raven_spirit_by_genzoman-d31p1eb.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: 8th, Feb, 1900
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Name: Countess Elizabeth Báthory
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/5223593/Elizabeth_Bathory_by_GENZOMAN_large.jpg?1291006911[/img]

Date of Execution: 30th, Mar, 1901
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Name: Azi Sruvara
Gender: ???
Image:

[img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/139/e/a/Azi_Sruvara_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Ifrit
Gender: Male
Image:

[img]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/344/f/9/Ifrit_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: 30th, Oct, 1901
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Name: Agas
Gender: Female
Image:

[img]http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs37/f/2008/283/0/6/Agas_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Leviathan
Gender: ???
Image:

[img]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2008/033/8/3/Leviathan_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: ???
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Name: Forneus
Gender: Male
Image:

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Date of Execution: ???
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Name: Sanger
Gender: Male
Image:

[img]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs16/f/2007/152/8/8/Blood_Magic_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: 12th, Apr, 1900
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Name: Jack O' Lantern
Gender: Male
Image:

[img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs12/i/2006/304/a/0/Happy_Halloween_Jack_O_Lantern_by_GENZOMAN.jpg[/img]

Date of Execution: -not executed-
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Name: Okenuth
Gender: ???
Image:

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Date of Execution: -not executed-
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"Make sure you add the rest of the scum."
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October 30th, 9:00 PM, Thorndale, Salloon.

He rode in on that aggresive horse of his. Standing tall and fearful. The Casket had arrived in town. It'd be a usual meeting. The ones known as the Lost Ones would meet up at a decided spot and they'd focus on eliminating an assigned target. Question is, will this team of assh*les be enough?

'Give me the keys, Rodney.' Terry signalled the barkeep who tossed him a set of keys. 'Another day in this hell hole. Another day making holes in hell.' He walked down a set of stairs and opened up a door. The room was empty, there was only a bunch of chairs, a long table, candles and a pile of bones in the corner. 'O' Rile, you really chose an excellent spot. Dumb bastard. God bless his soul.' Terry threw a sack onto the floor nearby the door and sat at the head of the table. 'Now I wait for those others. Looks like Jack's back on track. And this year we are having pumpkin pie.'

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Rex galloped atop his fine horse, all the way up to the racks. He took a moment to tie the horse up, seeing as it, along with everyone else, would love to escape this damned place. After he had finished with that, he took a quick inventory of his ammunition. Lots of thieves around these parts would love to get their hands on any combat equipment. Rex holstered his pistol and marched on through the door. Once inside the barkeep directed him down the stairs. "Hey uhh, Rodney is it? Mind if I grab a bottle of scotch to take down there? Always lightens the tensions..." Rex's sentence drifted into a light chuckle. Rodney gave him a stern look, then walked behind the bar and grabbed some 40 Proof. "Well there we go!" Rex sure was pleased now. He walked down the shadowed stairs, only to find Terry sitting high and mighty at the head of the table. "Hola Amigo!" Rex greeted him with a smile and a tip of the scotch bottle.

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Joseph, who likes to be called Plague, came into the town riding on his horse. He was ready for his next job, whatever it was. He stopped and looked around a bit. He then got off his pure black horse, which he tied up along side other horses. Plague then opened the door and saw that it was almost empty. He stood there for a few seconds, being cautious of not getting jumped by anybody. He checked that his arrows were firmly in his quivers, then the barkeep came up to him. The barkeep escorted him down staris where he found both Terry and Rex getting comfortable. Rex was even drinking already. Plague gave a chuckle and walked past them leaning on the wall. He wasn't talkative, like always.

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Rex took another sip from the bottle. "Anyone care for a drink? I won't drink it all I promise. Gotta be partially sober for this assignment right?" Rex was laughing away at his joke, which wasn't a joke at all. He offered the bottle to Terry and Plague, who both narrowly refused. He glanced at Plague's massive scythe, then down to his tomahawk. He removed the tomahawk from his belt, and put it up against the light. Closing one eye, he compared the tomahawk to the scythe. "Yours is a tad bit bigger, Plague." With that he set the weapon on the table and kicked back in his chair.

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Vai slowly traveled into Thorndale, as her horse seemed to be dragging his hoofs. She didn't blame him, she didn't want to be wasting time in this town either when she could be out there, killing another demon, harvesting its parts and selling it in the black market. [color="#0000FF"]"C'mon ya d*mned horse.. I don't wanna be here either but we gotta get this done and over with.."[/color] Her hose stopped dead in its track and stomped its hooves. [color="#0000FF"]"Don't be giving me any lip, ya ungrateful little pie- Ya know what... I don't care, we're in town anyways.."[/color] She dismounted her horse and walked, well more like dragged, her horse to the watering hole. She set up the feed bag and went into the salon, not even bothering to tie up her horse. Her horse knew better than to run off and she knew that there wasn't a soul on earth that could take that horse without getting severely injured.

As she entered the bar, she took off her hat and placed in on the hat rack near the door, letting anyone that entered the salon that The Raven was in the area and to not try anything funny or a bullet would be the final sight they had, if they were even looking her way. She looked around and seen that the salon was rather empty. [color="#0000FF"]"Dead... Just how I like it..."[/color] She nodded to bartender, never really giving a rat's ass about his name as he slid a shot of his strongest whiskey to her. She downed it like a pro and left the money for it on the counter as she headed down the stairs. She opened the door and groaned. [color="#0000FF"]"Really? Its just you three boys that are here right now? UGH!"[/color] she sat down in her usual dark corner as she propped her feet up on the table. [color="#0000FF"]"Should have just said f*ck it and went hunting on my own... I don't need f*cking children holding me back..."[/color] she grumbled under her breath as it was barely audible even for herself.

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Terry had developed O' Riley's infamous lack of patience. 'Well I ain't waiting no more for no shows. Let's just get down to the ditty. October 30th. Every single year Jack O' Lantern comes round and usually creates a frenzy. Now, why will this year be different?' He stood up and pounded the table with his clenched fist. 'This year, he's not getting away. This year it all comes to a close. He doesn't realise this year he's got the whole f8cking Lost crew on his ass...well, I say whole.' Terry then took out some of O' Riley's information upon Jack O' Lantern. 'He's notorious, but we've dealt with that before. He's crazy, but we've dealt with that before. What makes him so special? His favorite victims are kids. Littluns celebrating the harvest just gone in a matter of seconds. I think we all recall...' He tossed an old piece of newspaper, with the image of a child's skeleton that formed a strange pumpkin. '...the Witherspoon incident. Little boy, not even eight, walked out in a patch. Next thing, you've got pumpkin's shaped like him. And there is one cause.' Terry then sharply gazed at the front of the room. 'Jack O' Lantern.' He then sat down. 'We'll leave in a few for that pumpkin's squash, so either stock up or saddle up.'

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Rex's eyes widened. He slammed the bottle down onto the table and spit what was in his mouth out. "What! I figured this was tomorrows work! I'm half drunk!" Rex sprinted up the stairs, and out the door. Rodney had left, his horse was gone. Rex stuffed a chair in the door way, to keep himself from being locked out. He half ran to his horse, and looked around at his gear. Grabbing his rifle hastily, he slung it over his shoulder, and spun it around to lay on his back. He checked his pistol again for ammo, and grabbed 6 more bullets for it, tucking them away for when needed. Realizing his tomahawk was downstairs, Rex went back into the building just as quickly as he left it, and grabbed the projectile off the table. After clipping it to his belt, he sat back down. "Alrighty then, who's ready!?"

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Plague gave a another chuckle when Rex ran out. He gave another one when he came running in. He found Rex's personality rather amusing. Plague then checked his pockets, he wanted to make sure he had extra holy water. [i]It seems that there on my horse.[/i] he thought to himself. Plague then walked up stairs not saying anything. He got to his horse and got 2 canteen from a pouch. He then commenced to put them into his pockets and started walking down stairs. By the time he got down he was barely putting the second canteen into his pockets. Plague then looked at Terry and gave a nod.

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Rex's stomach was hurting now. He looked down at the scotch bottle only to see that the proof read 80, not 40. "They make 80 proof! Thats outrageo..." Rex's head dropped into his chest. He fell out of his chair and began to take a hangover nap, right there on the cold dirt. Nobody expects to see him prepared for Jack, or much less awake. Rex started to snore, like he always did, and continued to clench the bottle of alcohol. Ain't no rest for the wicked...

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Sarah Freon woke with a start. She remembered little of what happened since she fell asleep in broad daylight, but she did remember once again having that ghastly nightmare... of a memory. For a second there it seemed to be the only thing she could remember. She couldn't remember taking any of her clothes off, let alone being in the naked state she was as she lay on the ground. She couldn't remember whether the empty bottle in her hand was empty before or had some amount of booze left. She couldn't even remember where exactly she was... at least not without a look around.

Graves littered the area around Sarah, seeming to tell her that she was in a cemetery. If there was anything Sarah could remember that morning, it was that she wanted to give the robe she previously wore back to where it belonged; with her mother. All of a sudden she found it wrapped around a tree that was next to the poor woman's grave. Perhaps Sarah had been so drunk that she thought the tree was her mother. Pissed off with herself, she snatched the robe of the tree.

[color="#800080"]'Like trees give birth to humans,'[/color] Sarah scolded at herself in her mind, [color="#800080"]'F***ing retarded self,'[/color]

Wrapping the robe she snatched of the tree around her own body, Sarah then teleporting herself to Thorndale, where she found the others. Apparently she did so just in time, as some of the men made sure they had everything they needed to combat the demons before preparing to saddle up. Sarah had the ability to control fire at will herself, so she was effectively ready to track down those demons and kill them when they were.

[color="#800080"]"So what did I miss?"[/color] she asked curtly.

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'Not much. These morons are trying to organize themselves whilst I'm waiting here to tell them that we can't go anywhere unless we know where we are going. Take a seat.' The Terry gave Vai and Plague a sharp look. 'Care to join us you two?' As he sat down he looked through more of O' Riley's papers on Jack. 'Apparently Jackie is very fond of vegetable patches, in specific pumpkins.' Then he took out a map of Vine County and slapped it up on a well lit wall. 'Here...' he pointed to one spot on the map, which followed by another. '...and here. These are the only pumpkin patches in the whole county. Since they don't make much profit they are very scrarce, so we've only got two places to look. So we'll split up. Sarah, your hocus pocus crap will come useful here. One group will need you to inform the other in case one discovers Jack so we can rendezvous to the right spot.' Terry then sat back down and took out his shotgun, polishing it. 'Any questions make 'em quick. We're heading out.'

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[color="#800080"]"Question: Why do you keep calling it that?!"[/color] Sarah asked exclaimingly, obviously offended by the term that Terry had given to her powers, [color="#800080"]"My powers deserve better than to be constantly called 'hocus pocus crap' all the f***ing time! I mean... I can rain meteors from the f***ing sky for f***'s sake!"[/color]

After finishing this sentence, Sarah looked around, to see the majority of the salon's populace quiver in their boots. Ever since she unintentionally let slip of her mother's death one time, presumably when she was plastered, they've "learned" to fear the moments she'd snap like this. After all, Sarah was given the accolade of "Miss Vulcan" for a reason.

[color="#800080"]"I know what you're thinking, I got carried away,"[/color] Sarah admitted to Terry, [color="#800080"]"But I'm still offended by that."[/color]

OOC Note: Yes it is possible for young sorceresses to summon meteors from the sky. I can prove it B)

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[OoC: Ad, they are in the Saloon's basement.]

'Listen, lamb chop, I don't honestly care what you call it and I don't care if your offended by what I call it. In my eyes it's nothing more than hocus pocus crap. And in my eyes, you are nothing more than a little girl. My sole reason for being here tonight is the fact I promised O' Riley. I don't like you, or her, or anyone here. I have no choice, but that doesn't mean I'll enjoy it. I don't like having to give up my nights to come here in this smelly room and sit here with a bunch of strangers to kill a bunch of demons. I'd much prefer to be doing something much more entertaining. And if any of you believe for one second O' Riley thought I'd change over time get it out of your systems.' Terry said to her in his cold tongue. Then he sighed 'But...if you'd prefer me not to call that crap what I call it I'll stop. The easier this task will pass the better. I value the team's effort. It's just frustrating, you know. I could be in bed right now with my gal. Instead I'm here.'

Suddenly footstomps could be heard. The barkeep was signalling a little "problem" upstairs. A thug had decided to rob the place. [i]'The cash is in the basement?'[/i] Suddenly the basement handle twisted. Terry stood up and took out his shotgun. As the handle was shaking violently he walked calmly to the door and positioned himself. [i]'DAMN IT!' [/i]the door came crashing down and *Bang - thud* The thug was on the floor, face covered in blood. 'Facelift approved, b*stard.' Terry said as he sat back down.

'Anyway, I'll call your magic bullcrap "magic" if it makes you feel better. But you know where I stand. And I don't want any tears or moans or complaints. Let's get this over and done with.'

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Vai let out a sigh as she watched some of the boys run out to get supplies. [color="#0000FF"]"F*cking seriously?! We've been doing this for how long and you boys still have to run out and get sh*t..."[/color] Vai let out another sigh before listening in on the plan. [color="#0000FF"]"Two spots? I guess I'm gamblin' tonight... That d*amned horse ain't gonna be happy to hear that.. Never likes to move unless he has to. Lazy f*ck..."[/color] she mostly talked to herself as she waited for the gang to get a move on. [color="#0000FF"]"Well, I'll be up top, waiting for you children to move on out.."[/color] and with that, she got up and left the bar, ignoring the now dead thug, grabbing her hat from the rack and walking to her horse. She stopped half way to her horse when she seen Rex passed out of the floor. She shook her head and walked over to him, giving him a good kick in the gut, [color="#0000FF"]"Wake up ya lazy b*stard!"[/color] She leaned down and picked up the bottle. [color="#0000FF"]"80 proof, eh? Either he needs to start double checking or become a heavy weight.."[/color] She drank what was left in the bottle as she walked to her horse. She threw the empty bottle at Rex as she mounted her horse. He gave off a snort, his way of complaining that they were moving so soon. [color="#0000FF"]"Calm down ya d*nmed horse... We're not leaving yet till the children are ready..."[/color]

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[color="#800080"]"I like magic,"[/color] Sarah said curtly, [color="#800080"]"Sounds sexy,"[/color]

She then noted the fallen thug on the floor. Sarah figured she'd be a good girl, and leave the poor guy alone: the look she expected to see on his face would've likely suggested he suffered enough damage to his body.

[color="#800080"]"By the way,"[/color] Sarah tossed the empty bottle of vodka that she had in her hand the entire time, for Terry to catch, [color="#800080"]"Downed the whole thing this morning. Try finding a little girl that can beat that."[/color]

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Terry was slightly aroused when after he gave Sarah all that lip she responded with such a raunchy response. As she tossed him a bottle he replied 'Fair enough, but keep your "magic" away from your mouth.' Terry got up and and shotgunned the thug in the beack of the head, ensuring he was dead. 'They will all come back as corpses.' but before leaving the entire saloon he said to the barkeep 'Clean this mess up. I want the door fixed too.' with a fierce glare. As he left the bar he saw Vai on her horse and Rex on the floor. He thought "Lazy piece of sh*t. Jack, he's all yours right here." as he walked over to the body. He just stared at the unconscious Rex and spat in his face. 'The day you begin to impress me is the day pigs fly.' He then hopped onto his aggresive horse who was argueably his only friend in the world. 'Vai, your going down South, shouldn't be too farr for your lazy as sh*t horse. Me and Hunter will be heading up North. Don't disappoint me.' He said with a intimidating look. 'Hya!' and Hunter charged up North with Terry on back.

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Plague walked up after Terry had shot the thug in the back of the head. He was the last one in the room. He squatted by the thug and looked at the him. [i]There was no reason to kill him, but I guess that's just how Terry is.[/i] He thought to himself. He nodded his head side to side and then stood up. He walked past the barkeep looking at him. Plague then went outside and got on his horse. He then got besides Via. "I guess I will go with you" he told her in a rather emotionless tone. He started to ride South of the little town, not caring whether Via was behind him or not.

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Her and her horse huffed at his comment about her horse. [color="#0000FF"]"He just doesn't like wasting energy!"[/color] she yelled at him. Then he made the comment about her nor disappointing her. Her face went red in fury. [color="#FF0000"]"WHY THAT LITTLE, NO GOOD...."[/color] she growled to herself as she pulled out one of her .45s with her right hand and aimed it juuuuuuuuuuust to the left of Terry's head. After a second, she decided to not waste a bullet. She holstered her .45 once more and yelled out to Terry, [color="#0000FF"]"Listen you little bastard! If anyone should be worried about disappointments, its you! I've been killing things long before your pappy taught ya how to how to even hold a gun, let alone use it."[/color] Her horse started to step around in place, eagerer to get running to let out his own anger. As far as he was concerned, only Vai could talk to him in a disrespectful way. She then shot a look at Plague. [color="#0000FF"]"Do whatever the f*ck you want to do. Just don't hold back when we met that Jack f*cker."[/color] She snapped her reins, her horse talking off in a bolt of speed to the south. Vai was eager to kill this bastard of a demon, probably because of her very first encounter with a demon 15 years ago. [color="#4169E1"]'I swear Johnathan... I'll f*ck up the unlucky son of a b*tch that took you away from me!'[/color] she thought to herself as she sped her way to the vegetable patch.

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[color="#800080"]'I believe the term you're looking for is zombies,'[/color] Sarah considered telling Terry, before realizing he left the basement. She decided to follow suit, but instead of leaving the saloon altogether, she decided to stick around in the upper department, figuring her teleportation powers would easily allow her to catch up with them at the very least, if not overtake them.

She ordered a few shots of "the strongest s*** they had", gulping each one down more quickly than the last. But the man named Rodney wasn't serving Sarah. Instead, a much more burly man was playing barkeep, whilst Rodney had to deal with Terry's mess downstairs. Sarah turned her attention to a portrait on the wall. It seemed to be of her father, as he executed Ifrit with a large, double-bladed axe on the 30th day of October, 1901. That must've been exactly 16 years ago now.

[color="#FF8C00"]"Your father was a brave man,"[/color] the current barkeeper told Sarah, [color="#FF8C00"]"Ballsy choice of weapon too, most men wouldn't fight that monstrosity if they were given a double-barrelled shotgun, much less an axe."[/color]

[color="#800080"]"Father had to protect us somehow,"[/color] Sarah replied, [color="#800080"]"But thanks anyway, I'll keep that in mind."[/color]

[color="#FF8C00"]"Don't mention it,"[/color] was the last few words from the bartender, before Sarah left the saloon for good.

All of a sudden, she was at the pumpkin patch that the other Lost Ones were headed, obviously having teleported there. She conversed with the farmers there as she bided for time, and had learn some somewhat interesting facts about pumpkins that she had never known before. She especially didn't know that pumpkin would be remotely flavourful in a cheesecake.

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The dust devils of the North sung a powerful song to Terry's ears. 'Hya!' The twon up North passed though some rocky crags, but the patch wasn't too far. 'No one will ever come between me and this damned job. It's kind of sad, but I am not one who breaks promises.' The moonlight was blocked by the dark, cloudy sky. The small town of Westbrook was ahead, probably the only town famous for it's fresh fruit, if it could be so called. As "The Casket" rode into the outskirts he saw it, a large and bountiful vegetable patch. The current state of the fencing proved it hadn't been attended to, yet the yield was bustling with life. 'Hmm, abandoned. No surprise, this is the farm where Jack's latest victim died.'

[color="#FF8C00"]'And pretty soon it'll be you next, boy-o!'[/color]

Terry looked around. 'Who's there?' He eyeballed the surrounding area, but no. Nobody present. 'Just a voice. Maybe it's my head. I don't know, I'll just keep looking.' And with that he walked into the maze-like patch, horse waiting outside. 'Geez, this doesn't look right.' Terry stepped in some dust that smelt somewhat human. He then felt the dust-like substance. 'Powdered...bone? No way, it couldn't be' He looked around to see if anything could've caused this, but again, nothing seemed extraordinary. 'Hmm...a pumpkin.' There it stood, a small pumpkin. It was at the start of it's life, just a little blighty. Terry saw this as an advantage. 'Say goodnight, sweet prince.' he took out a pistol and was about to pull the trigger.

[color="#FF8C00"]'How dare you try kill the young!'[/color]

The pistol was swiped out of his hand by a claw-like hand that raked his skin. 'Jack O' Lantern.' [color="#FF8C00"]'Hehehe, long time no see!'[/color] 'Well pop in some time earlier and we can party.' [color="#FF8C00"]'Oh you know me, I carry my own beat.'[/color] Jack's sinister smile grew across is putrid pumpkin face. 'I've got a beat for you, it's called Shotgun Symphony!' Terry took out the shotgun and *Ka-cheow* [color="#FF8C00"]'Hehehe...really?'[/color] Jack was behind him all of a sudden. [color="#FF8C00"]'I'm freaking better than that you know!'[/color] Jack taunted as he raked Terry's back. 'Aahh!' His back was covered in a pattern of striped red blood, leaking out from his back. 'Bast*rd!' He smashed his shotgun into Jack's face, knocking him to the ground and cracking the pumpkin's tough exterior. [color="#FF8C00"]'Pfft! Nice shot, but a cheap one! Now, have some of this!'[/color] Jack's hands lit up. Eerie green flames spawned as he tossed the towards Terry, who dodged them easy enough. 'Have some of what?'

[OoC: All demons are NPCs and can be controlled by anyone. If you want to kill it, please ask in the OoC Thread before posting.]

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Sarah was still having a conversation with the farmers when all of a sudden, the pumpkins had grown bodies, some slender and some very thick. The pumpkin-turned warriors were closing in on the house, and the farmers had no suitable weapons to defend themselves. It was a good thing Sarah was actually there, otherwise they'd be destined to die.

[color="#800080"]"Don't worry guys, I'll get us out of this hell hole,"[/color] Sarah reassured the farmers.

"But you don't even have a weapon," one of them protested.

One of the thicker-bodied warriors had smashed through a nearby window and entered the house. It charged straight for the farmers, but Sarah was quick on the offensive, launching a stream of fire from her hand. The stream proved too much for the warrior, as it fell backwards and collapsed on the floor with a large thud, its body slowly burning into ashes.

[color="#800080"]"You were saying?"[/color] Sarah asked rhetorically.

However, the invasion wasn't over just yet. Some slender-bodied warriors jumped inside, employing the same tactic as the other one. There was no denying these slender-bodied warriors were much easier to defeat. But for each one Sarah managed to slay, two more seemed to take its place: there were just too many of them. Even worse, a large number of thick-bodied warriors had just crushed the walls that the farmers had their backs to. How they managed to evade death from there was unknown, but this really pissed Sarah off. Her whole body had burst into flame and she... grew.

Normally Sarah would stand at a meagre 5' 4", but now she'd become a gargantuan-in-comparison 8' 5". Her body had grown much more muscular than it normally was as well, and because of this, she had gained immense physical strength, and all this without even hampering her natural agility. Putting her new-found strength to good use, Sarah picked up one of the thick-bodied warriors and hurled it against the slender-bodied warriors, pulverizing their bodies to a pulp. She then finished off the last of the thick-bodied warriors with her fiery powers before leaving the scene. Jack O'Lantern must've been nearby the whole time. There was no way those monsters would exist in any other circumstance.

[color="#4B0082"]"Where are you, Lantern?"[/color] Sarah said in a much deeper tone than usual. She noted this change in her voice, but didn't seem to concerned at the moment. What was more important was that Jack O'Lantern paid for trying to kill two innocent farmers.

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[color="#FF8C00"]'Argh!'[/color] Jack fell to the floor, holding his head as if he was in pain. [color="#FF8C00"]'My precious pumpkins! You'll pay!' [/color]It was as if he felt the pain the pumpkins would've felt from Sarah's attacks. Jack then lunged at Terry, choking him. 'Gaargh- Get...off...me!' Terry struggled, trying to reach his shotgun. [color="#FF8C00"]'What's it like? Having your life fade away at the fingertips becoming one of my many victims?' [/color]Terry's vision became blurred due to lack of oxygn. 'Gaagghh...' but success! He took the shotgun and belted it into Jack's face.[color="#FF8C00"] 'Ouch! That hurt!' [/color]The pumpkin face of Jack was now cracked on the side. But Jack took the "baby" pumpkin and shoved it into the crack, healing it.[color="#FF8C00"] 'Ha! My comrades will help me destroy you!'[/color] 'Not likely.' *Ke-cheow* The shotgun took off Jack's arm. [color="#FF8C00"]'Ouch! You idiot! I can fix that...' [/color]Jack then reached from a rotten branch.[color="#FF8C00"] '...with this!' [/color]and he shoved it int the missing arm socket, his demonic blood showering the branch. Suddenly it bended and shaped fingers, as if it was an arm. [color="#FF8C00"]'Now then.' [/color]He slapped the shotgun from Terry's grasp. [color="#FF8C00"]'Round two!'[/color] He strangled Terry, lifting him allowing Terry to dangle. [color="#FF8C00"]'Struggle! It's the only way out!' [/color] Terry shook and squirmed, but it was no use.Terry fainted, falling to the ground with a thud. His heartbeat had stopped. [color="#FF8C00"]'Ha! As dead as that poor child last year!'[/color] Jack taunted as he snapped his fingers. Suddenly from the soily earth came vines that wrapped around Terry, pulling him into the soil. But Jack was unaware Terry could stop his heartbeat. Terry rippped through the vines and stood up. 'You are going down...*pant*' [color="#FF8C00"]'Please! You can bearly stand! Do I have to choke the will to live out of you?'[/color]

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Vai and her horse finally arrived to the vegetable patch. It was nothing grand, just a few things of corn there, tomatoes there, cucumbers, sunflowers, etc. Most of it was brown and rotted. [color="#0000FF"]"Ugh! Such a waist of food... Though, I don't blame the farmer for not harvesting with Jack on the loose..."[/color] as she said that, she had her horse tread on some pumpkins, easily destroying them as Vai looked around. [color="#0000FF"]"Alright Jack... You better f*cking show yourself or I'ma be so pissed that you're not here..."[/color] After a few more minutes and all of the pumpkins destroyed, Vai let out a growl. [color="#0000FF"]"That son of a b*tch Terry better not have had me go, knowing that Jack wouldn't be here!"[/color] And with that, Vai turned her horse north and took off like a bat outa hell.

Moment's passed and Vai could finally see the northern vegetable patch. She heard the sound of a shotgun going off as her horse let out a nyeeeeeeeh in an excited like tone. As they got closer to the vegetable patch, Vai could see a maze-like area. [color="#0000FF"]"D*mned Terry! If he's getting his *ss handed to him cause he walked right into a trap, I'ma kick it myself once that b*stard is dead!"[/color] When they reached the maze, Vai quickly dismounted and pointed at some nearby pumpkins. [color="#0000FF"]"Smash them!"[/color] she simply said and ran in to the maze as her horse gladly stomped on the pumpkins. Seeing that the walls to the maze were made out of corn and some type of thorny vine, Vai decided to wait on cutting through a wall till she got closer to Terry. 'Please! You can bearly stand! Do I have to choke the will to live out of you?' [color="#4169E1"]'There!'[/color] she thought to herself as she pulled out a .45 with her left hand and her sword with her right. She used her sword to cut through the wall in front of her as much as she could before she made a run through it, ignoring the cuts she got from the thorns.

She was behind Jack, about 5 feet away, as she lifted up her .45 and shot out two rounds of blessed bullets at Jack's head. The .45 rounds easily cut through Jack's head, but didn't shred it up into a million pieces as she hoped for. After the rounds went through Jack's head, she quickly ran past him towards Terry as she sliced off Jack's legs with her sword. She shook her head as she stood next to Terry, facing Jack. [color="#0000FF"]"Little b*stard... I told you not to disappoint me!"[/color] she said to Terry as she lifted up her .45 and shot another blessed round at Jack, but through his chest this time. [color="#0000FF"]"This little buggar just doesn't want to die..."[/color] she mumbled to herself as the bullets she just shot counted for a forth of the rounds in one .45.

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Vai had passed Plague on the way to the southern patch early on the ride. So when he started to arrive there and saw Via coming back, he turned too. [i]I guess that he isn't here[/i] he thought. "Wait does that mean Terry if fighting it alone" Plague mumbled to himself. "I better hurry up" Plague started riding to the northern patch at a much faster pace. He was barely managing to keep Via in sight though.

After a while he saw the northern patch and Via's horse in front of what look like a maze. [i]Don't tell me I need to find my way as well. [/i] he thought. When he got to the patch he got of his horse. He then got his scythe from his back and held the blade close to him. He then got a canteen from his pocket and drenched the blade in holy water. After he put his scythe back on his back. He decided to have his bow first. He was prepared already for an attack, with the arrow ready to fire.

Plague walked in and after a while he saw holes in the walls. He chuckled, "I guess Via went this way" he said to himself. He decided to go another way to end up on the opposite side from where Via would end up. He saw a few pumpkins, but he smashed them easily. For a few minutes he was lost, but then he found Jack, Terry and Via. Better get in as many shots in as possible. Plague released the arrow getting Jack on his back. He got to fir two more before Jack turned around. [i]s***, he saw me.[/i] he thought to himself.

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[color="#FF8C00"]'Well this has been a wonderful turn out!'[/color] Jack joked as he became surrounded three to one. 'Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to chop legs off? But the arrows, a very subtle choice!' Jack yanked another rotten branch and merged it into his eerie body. [color="#FF8C00"]'There we go, a few days and I'll be doing the tango! Now, where were we?'[/color] Jack then thrusted his fists into the ground which spawned a flurry of vines, each swiping across the faces of Terry, Via and Plague. [color="#FF8C00"]'Aww, little prickly?'[/color] Jack taunted as he called back the vines. [color="#FF8C00"]'Now then, time to die!'[/color] Jack stood over Vai, taking out a sharp finger and scraping it against her face. 'Wrong again.' *Ke-cheow* A huge proportion of Jack's face was blown off by Terry's shotgun. [color="#FF8C00"]'Ahh-ahh! Ouch! Didn't your mother ever tell you to shoot children's brains out?'[/color] 'Nope. And she never told me to do this either!' He clubbed Jack's head into the ground, the demon now on the floor. 'I'm not much of a mama's boy, Jack.' [color="#FF8C00"]'Pfft! Come on! Kill me or die trying...or failing rather! Ahahahaha!!' [/color]Terry looked over the body of Jack and he shuck his head. 'You're not even worth the trouble. Finish this up, one of you.' Terry replied as he walked away. He threw a vial of a greenish fluid to Plague, it was an acid that would rot Jack away for good. 'Jack.' The demon, or what was left of him rather, looked at Terry. 'This is for O' Riley.' as said as he ran back and booted the demon's head, now a small mush of pumpkin with hands moving frantically in search of a new head. 'That acid'll torch him for good. Good job.' And then Terry took out O' Riley's demon book, filling in a certain detail.

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Name: Jack O' Lantern
Gender: Male
Image:

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Date of Execution: [/font][font="Georgia"]30th, October, 1917[/font][font="Courier New"]
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'Get some rest, we did good tonight.' Terry concluded as he rode to Thorndale. Jack's headless body found a new head, a stone. He held it to his neck, saying [color="#FF8C00"]'Come on! I'm bored! Chop chop!'[/color]

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