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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 9, 2018 23:40:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Earlier that morning, Dieter had found himself within the Mayor of Dali’s office, solidifying the details of his mission – to exterminate the overabundant Wyerd, Flan and Cave Imps . The Mayor regrettably informed him that these fiends had begun to target merchants, particularly those whom couldn’t afford the toll of an Airship toll. He’d signaled the conclusion of their negotiations with a curt nod of his head and a subtle bow at the waist. Without further ado, Dieter left the Mayor’s office and made his way throughout the small Town of Dali, chuckling at a handful of children as they’d pursued an Ogolop. For some reason, the entire village reeked of Chocobo musk, which didn’t quite make sense given the fact he’d yet to encounter a single bird. When he passed by the village well, he’d sworn that he could hear their signature “Kweh!” coming from its’ depth.
He’d lingered for a brief moment as he’d peered down into its’ depths, scanning for any trace of the bird in question. However, a minute or so passed without any further commotion, he’d dismissed it without a second thought – he must have imagined it. Once he’d left the village, he’d begun the trek across the plain, dispatching any monster that unfortunate enough to bear its’ claws or fangs at him. He’d paused after each battle, inspecting the corpses for anything that was salvageable – normally it was either a fang, a claw, some chitin or with the spiders a portion of their silk. By the time he’d reached the base of the windy path that lead to the Ice Cavern’s entrance, his clothing was saturated with his perspiration. Even now, the Sun hovered nearly directly overhead, its’ beams boring down upon him as he’d begrudgingly ascended the trail.
He’d paused when he’d reached it’s peak taking a moment to admire the view, it was breathtaking to say the least – he swore he could Treno’s lights off in the distance. He wasn’t prepared in the least for the biting cold within the Cavern, unable to comprehend how the temperatures could vary so heavily in that handful of feet. Never the less, he’d pushed onwards, proceeding with duly-deserved caution as he’d noticed the nearly entirely Frozen Waterfall. While in the midst of marveling at its' beauty, Dieter noticed a sudden movement closer down towards the base. His head snapped in the direction, catching a brief glimpse of a distant silhouette.
“Is someone there!”
He’d called out, uncertain if there were perhaps Snow Nymphs as well.
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 "Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Black Waltz 3 walked among the Ice Caverns, dismissing the pitiful creatures that inhabited it with ease. A simple fire spell sent the stupid animals running and the less intelligent burning as the ultimate Black Mage traversed its chilling corridors. This was the place supposedly his predecessor Black Waltz 1 was defeated... most likely by that pest Zidane. It boiled his blood that he was related to such a failure... Being bested by a mere thief. HA! What a joke. For what purpose did he traverse the cave, braving the cold that would freeze lesser men? To make his way to the nearest human settlement in Trenno. The Princess was out there, somewhere and he MUST learn where she was hiding! The best place to start were the places to look already graced with her presence, were they not? He'd just have to be a bit persuasive... Humans could be so protective of their petty secrets. With every step, lightning crackled around the Waltz's body, melting the snow at his feet if only for an instant. Energy and power were the atmosphere about the mage, even the mere fluttering of his feathers being a testament to this! Even with this being true, beast after beast engaged the Black Waltz, seemingly drawn to his unstable power like moths to a fame... And like moths, they BURNED in their fur and coats and slime, leaving behind bodies to be consumed by the mist. He entered the chamber of the frozen waterfall... and standing at it's base, admiring it so was a man... Black Waltz 3's eyes glowed with satisfaction... Perfect! Someone to wring information out of. Ah... His screams for mercy would be music to him... No doubt his almighty presence caught the man's attention but as he whirled around to face the presence, he would find nothing.... nothing but a small umber feather laying on the ice. Black Waltz 3's speed was unrivaled among his peers, able to close and circle the distance around the man just as fast as he turned. The instant he turned back to gaze upon the frozen waterfall, he'd come face to face with the Black-Waltz 3 himself, wings spread wide in an imposing manner! He glared down at the person before him, his yellow eyes squinting in distaste.
"Tell me were the princess is." The towering mage rumbled, his voice deep, cutting... authoritative. "You may yet live if you comply." Lighting crackled and sparked with every word. Humans... they would do anything to save their pathetic hides. @tag |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 9, 2018 6:30:58 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Dark Knight’s lackluster verdant eyes narrowed decisively once they’d settled upon the singular umbra feather – its’ hue a stark contrast against its’ unblemished, frosty surroundings. Dieter’s right hand twitched, his alabaster fingers reflexively curled inwards before relaxing. Every fiber of his being urged him to grip the hilt of his blade, to prepare for battle. Perhaps, Black Waltz 3’s efforts might have panned out with another adventurer, one whom naively chalked it up to their nerves or simple paranoia. Alas, Dieter wasn’t an atypical adventurer, he’d learned to trust his instincts, they’d served him well over the last eight centuries. Without hesitation, The Dark Knight reached behind him, his fingers curling around the well-worn hilt of his blade, adjusting themselves so that they settled perfectly in the groves in the leather.
The cumbersome two-handed sword slid free of its’ wyvern-skin holster, a quick-practiced roll of his wrist brought it to his side. For a brief second, he’d remained motionless until he’d craned his head back towards the waterfall, unsurprised by the towering form of Black Waltz 3. Still, The Dark Knight had to admit, he was thoroughly impressed with the grotesque creatures’ speed, it’d managed to close the distance between them with ease – not something to be underestimated. He’d chuckled inwardly, remembering how he’d warned Cassialyn to be wary of rogues – they didn’t need strength to put a man down. But, he genuinely doubted that the creature before him was a rogue, no, not with the way that the lighting crackled and arced about him as he spoke.
“Princess? Hmm, this land has Royalty as well?”
Dieter voiced aloud, his outward demeanor showcasing that he wasn’t fazed by the creature’s empty threats.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 7:27:21 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The man was either an idiot or actually competent at hiding his fear as when he turned to face him, he drew his blade somewhat casually, looking up at the monstrous Waltz in a less-than-impressed manner. Whatever the reason for his mild reaction, the Black Waltz's eyes further squinted in outrage, not taking kindly to his lack of respect! It reminded him of that cursed ape that defeated him so long ago! On top of that, the man didn't even bother to answer him, simply musing that there was indeed royalty here, further throwing the Black Waltz off. What did he mean? Of COURSE there was royalty here! Was he completely insane? No one on Gaia didn't know of the Alexandria kingdom let alone the many that dotted this world. His complete disregard for reality frustrated the mage to no end! And what frustrated a black waltz got burned to ASH! He didn't bother to dignify the man's ignorance with a response, instead opening up his free talon-like hand to reveal a fire-ball nestled in his palm. At this close a range, there was no doubt this fool would be seared alive by the blazes of his Fira Spell! The instant after this flame was revealed, it rushed out to impact with the man's chest, exploding on contact with him should it hit at all. With the spell unleashed, the mage would take to the sky with a mighty flap of his wings, pointing his staff down at the man as lightning coagulated at it's tip. There was no room in this world for mercy! Not from Black Waltz No.3!
"You DARE mock a Black Waltz!?" The mage hissed, more and more electricity crackling around him. "Foolish human!"
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 15, 2018 2:02:35 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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To the average Gaian, no doubt, Black Waltz 3’s mere existence was a thing of nightmares – the reason Kingdom Guards said muted prayers each time they’d assumed their post. Perhaps, it was by Fate’s design that the duo was destined to cross paths, an orchestrated meeting of two vastly different souls; each with fine-tuned to serve as a tool of war. Alas, it’d seemed that despite vastly different origins, they’d bother shared a distain for ignorance and disrespect. The Dark Knight’s jaded verdant eyes narrowed as one of Black Waltz 3’s talon-like hands opened to reveal a smoldering sphere of flames. Before Dieter could shift his blade defensively across his chest, the mass of flames exploded against his torso, albeit, despite catching off guard it did little damage. Oh, if only Black Waltz 3 had known, Dieter’s forte was within his Sword Arts and his Fire Magick; the latter of which resulted in a form of immunity.
In spite of the intensity of the conflagration, Dieter’s silhouette remained unchanged, although he did remain motionless for a second or two. His grip around his blade shifted as he’d arced his blade outwards with enough intensity that the generated pressure extinguished the lingering flames. A faint smile played at the Dark Knight’s lips as his head lazily craned up in BW3’s direction, his lacklustre eyes narrowing in a threatening manner. Now, witness magick’s true might , Dieter mused menacingly to himself as he’d extended one hand out in the air-bound mage’s direction. His coral-hued lips parted as they’d began to rapidly recite memorized scriptures, each word of power causing minute imbalances in the surrounding area.
“Smoldering flames far below, punish the wicked! Firaja!”
The Dark Knight exclaimed, patiently awaiting as suddenly an amaranthine pyroclasm exploded from his hand. The sheer intensity of the flames were enough to make the wall’s perspirant, pools of half-melted ice gathering on the floor. How will you react? , The Dark Knight pondered, wondering if perhaps, he’d overdone it just a bit.
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"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Black Waltz was on the verge of laughing as the man was swiftly consumed by the flames of his arrogance, the Fira eating away at his life with ravenous hunger no doubt! However... The Scilloette within the burning heat didn't waver, not even stagger within the force of his spell. It simply stood there, casually, unmoving and uncaring as if the Waltz had done nothing to him...
"Wh-what...?" The machine whispered as the flames eventually burned away, only a few of it's children still clinging to small patches of hair upon the figure's hair and face. He was completely uneffected! There were no signs of pain or damage anywhere on his person! "No... Impossible!" He growled, hovering back with a couple flaps of his wings. This was a trick... He was using illusions to hide his real state... Illusions and good acting... Gradually, his confidence came flooding back, now hovering a good several feet above the human, bobbing ever so slightly in time with his wings. He wouldn't be able to mount a reasonable counter! How wrong he was... How brutally wrong indeed... With a mere gesture, the man conjured up the biggest ball of fire the Waltz had EVER seen, flames so hot they began to perspire the walls of the coldest region in Gaia... It was no trick.... Panicking and flying back further to stall for time against the flaming ball, the Waltz he began to conjure up all the magical energies he was capable of, to let it off in one big spell that might help him survive! Lighting erupted from his palms, long strands running and carving along the already weakened walls of the ice-caverns... However, due to this, the ice that made up the walls of the cavern began to quake and crumble, shake and splinter, the very interior of the ice-cave coming down all around them! Black Waltz 3 froze has he heard the roar of collapsing ice, looking up just in time to avoid a massive boulder of frost, one which knocked his hat somewhat off his head, revealing the face underneath partially: Strong jaw, a mouth curled into a disgusted snarl which revealed rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. Pale white skin, long black hair coming from his head, tucked down into the collar of his jacket... And then it was all hidden once again beneath the shadow of his wide-rimmed hat as he adjusted it, barely missing another boulder as it came down! However, as treacherous as it was, the icy blocks were creating a mine-field of disruption that seemed to slow down the flames at least a little bit as it ripped along the floor! The Firaja sheer heat only made the interior of the cave even more unstable however, causing even more ice to fall to the ground, a cascade effect of double-edged defense! However, as a cost for this observation, a massive icicle fell from the ceiling, peircing into the Waltz's shoulder from above, barely missing his wing (thank the maker) but he was still sent spiralling the the ground! He struck the still frozen floor hard, cracking the ice beneath him as several more boulders of frost fell all around him, then one atop the pile, creating a very small, every claustrophobic prison... The Whirring of his interior working parts was exposed through his shoulder as his already intense heat melted the icy spear, the sound coming from within him almost sounding like a generator. sparks and electricity crackled about the wound, the Waltz's head twitching every couple seconds as the overload of damage and pain-data corrupted his functioning processes. "Error." He muttered to himself, his fingers twitching slightly. "Substantial Damage sustained. Critical functions... compromised...." The Firaja was still sweeping his way... but would it be stopped by the roof of the Frost-Cavern coming down on them both? Fira Cooldown: 1 turn
Thundra: 2 turns
Flight (abruptly ended lol) Cooldown 5 turns
BW3's Health: 60%
Brought the ceiling of the frost cave DOWN! In the process BW3 is heavily injured and the Firaja is still coming at him!
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 22, 2018 7:12:26 GMT -5
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The Dark Knight’s lips curved upwards, malice and grim satisfaction evident upon his features as Black Waltz 3 whispers of disbelief transitioned into a defiant roar. In that instance, the winged-mage retreated backwards with a few powerful beats of his crow-like wings – this lasted a few split seconds before the avian-caster daringly encroached closer. All the meanwhile, the Archdaemon’s expression remained unchanged, undeterred as his conjured flames ate away at their frigid surroundings. Yes, show me your truest self , The Dark Knight mused to himself, savoring each moment that the Black Waltz squirmed before him – frantically flying backwards to by himself a few precious seconds of time. Even in the midst of his retreat, he’d maintained tactical integrity, retaliating with a shower of lightning bolts.
However, it’d became quickly apparent that Dieter wasn’t his intended target, no, the Magus had purposefully carved up the weakened walls of the icy cavern. A miscalculation on both parts had resulted in their surroundings caving in around them – albeit neither seemed concerned with that. Well, perhaps that wasn’t true. The Black Waltz had momentarily frozen when a roar resonated through the cavern, the ceiling above them rapidly descending to meet them. By the time Black Waltz 3 had managed to glance upwards, a sizable chunk of permafrost almost collided with the side of his head. Fortunately, his minute movement had saved his life, the shards of ice nearly ripped his hat from atop his head.
In that brief instance, Dieter saw what was beneath the Mage’s hat. What he witnessed, it’d perturbed him greatly, reminding him of Dark Arts. Such an existence, it wasn’t unlike his own – a perceived abomination by others. Dieter’s right arm came up to shield his eyes as the sweltering flames met with the chunks of Permafrost, a thick miasmatic fog overtaking their battle ground. For a few seconds, one might of thought that Dieter’s flames would continue to advance uninhibited by their surroundings. However, the flames rapidly shrunk in size. By the time that the icicle had fallen down to pierce the Black Waltz’s shoulder, its’ effectiveness had been reduced by over half.
Dieter’s response to his rapidly worsening environment was to simply plunge his blade into the ground. He’d ignored the sound of the frigid floor beneath him splintering, electing to devote his attention to his incessant chanting. By the time he’d finished, a baleful green miasma had begun to radiate from his blade, convalescing into a tangible sphere in front of him. When it’d shattered, the energies flowed in two directions, half of it went towards its’ caster, while its’ brethren darted towards the falling Black Mage. He hasn’t outlived his usefulness yet , Dieter admitted to himself, uncertain if this creature knew anything pertaining to Lord Belias.
Certainly, it was entirely within the realm of possibilities’, that this Magus was one of the Scion’s experiments gone awry. If so, he’d owed him an honorable death, one brought to him by the edge of Dieter’s sword – not being crushed beneath tons of snow. However, Dieter’s ministrations didn’t cease their either. No, he’d continued to chant to himself, calling upon the fevor of combat – pleading with spirits to grant him their aid. A second later, one could see a pentagram of energy pulsating beneath the fractured ice. Its’ energies flowed upwards through the frozen earth into his body, Masamune , it’d granted him both Regen and Haste .
He’d made use of his increased speed and perception to dance amongst the falling ice. His blade periodically snaking out to shatter an incoming javelin. It’d taken him only a handful of seconds to reach the now imprisoned Magus. The last of his Firaja dying just inches away from the duo. He could hear the mechanical whirling from beneath the snow, its’ voice inhuman. With a sigh, he’d plunged his blade into the ice, its’ tip stopping just an inch shy of the Magus’ face, he’d slammed the entirety of his weight into the side of his blade to pry open the prison. His free hand reaching into none-to-gently extract the Magus.
“Such a shame, if you are one of Master’s play things… you aren’t very durable… resourceful, but frail… perhaps a reject... but the machinery… how intriguing.”
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"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Machine couldn't see though the ice as to what was going on outside clearly, the frozen water packed so thick it obscured the outside to the point of invisibility. It simply waited there, twitching and sparking helplessly amid a heap of collapsed icy structures, waiting for one of two things to happen: Either he gathers enough of himself to escape this prison... or he eventually stops moving as his circuits are eventually overtaken by the infinite onslaught of cold. Either way, he fully expected to be left here to freeze. There would be no point in rescuing a creature such as he... A hostile machine. And yet... A sword pierced deep into the icy prison that had consumed the Black Waltz's the tip stopping JUST short of his face. Even enveloped in his damaged code and protocols, the mage's yellow eyes widened in shock, something still keeping him anchored in this world. With strength even a massive creature such as the Waltz didn't possess, Dieter prided the icy boulders apart and actually LIFT the Machine from his imprisonment by the cuff of his jacket... Suffice it to say, the machine was at a complete loss for words... He knew now that his assessment of this man was all wrong.... COMPLETELY, UTTERLY WRONG... And that failure struck him as deeply as the fallen icicle did... The Waltz clutched at his wounded arm as if it were the only thing keeping it attached, glaring into the eyes of Dieter as he so patronizingly complimented him.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 23, 2018 20:03:03 GMT -5
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The Daemon’s eyes drifted from the Waltz’ iridescent eyes towards the obscured features that the Dark Knight had already committed to memory, finally, his attention shifted towards the Waltz’ injured arm – the one he clutched desperately. No doubt, the Black Waltz heard the audible click of his tongue against the back of his teeth, his annoyance made further evident as his vice-like grip on the weaponized mage’s collar tightened. Such ungratefulness, perhaps, Master forgot to teach this one manners , Belias’ Templar surmised with a scowl as he’d restrained himself, willing himself to relax his grip. He felt the coarse fabric as it’d slipped from between his spindly alabaster fingers, letting the Black Waltz fall none to gently to the ground.
“Human? Who ever said I was a human?”
The Dark Knight inquired as he’d leant downwards so that his face was scarcely an inch or two away from Black Waltz. His eyes drifted shut for an instance, the edges of his verdant hued irises already beginning to shift. When he’d reopened his eyes, his irises had transformed into a color similar to the Black waltz’ own eyes, however, his sclera had also been painted a deep onyx – no way was such visage even remotely human. But the changes, they didn’t cease there as Dieter’s nails began to extend, their color shifting to deep sable – each one coming to a razor-sharp point.
Next, the Dark Knight’s forehead began to contort and twist wildly, one could see that the skin had split open and a pair of long horns had emerged. The last notable chance was that the center of Dieter’s forehead now had a tri-pointed mark – the crystallization of his very soul. The Dark Knight slowly brought his right hand until it was level with the Black Waltz’ eyes, exposing the faint amaranthine seal seared onto the back of his hand. When he’d focused his will into it, its’ normal whimsical faint glow intensified into a rich violet.
“Does this seal, mean anything to you.”
He’d asked, his tone indifferent yet firm. Without waiting for the man’s response, The Dark Knight’s grip upon his sword tightened. One could see his lips moving once more in rapid succession, reciting memorized scriptures with ease. Masame , the Dark Knight thought to himself as he’d conjured forth a curative rain from the depths of his blade. However, it wasn’t physical rain, no instead it was glittering droplets that dissipated upon contact. Each droplet left a faint warmth in its’ wake, their curative energies attempting to repair the damage done to the Waltz. He wasn’t any good to Dieter dead, well, least not yet.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 12:19:57 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Given the dramatic height difference between himself and Dieter, the Waltz didn't fall in the least when the creature released his grip, instead the Waltz raising to his full height of 10 feet as he glared down at him with his one functioning eye. The temptation to reach out and grab the man's head, freeze it and then smash it to dust was a pleasurable one indeed.... if he thought he could've gotten away with it. Wounded and devastated as he was combined with Dieter's great display of power, the Black Waltz 3 was less than useless when it came to fulfilling such an attractive plan. The most he could hope for was to buy time and hope this man was dumb enough to leave the machine to recuperate.... As utterly cowardly and hopeless as that sounded. His expression only contorted in further disgust as the man shifted his appearance to something even beyond the repulsiveness of a human figure, horns jutting out of his forehead and his eyes fading to a nasty black. This creature would use the guise of these hairless apes...? He was truly a disgrace and a waste of the power he so freely used... The Black Waltz smiled knowingly, however. He knew one that could eat this man alive... and in so doing fulfill his purpose... The creature held up his hand to the machine, asking if that seal meant anything to him... It was a magical symbol to be sure, most magics across worlds were the same, he found, but as for it's purpose... he had not a clue and that was, no doubt, what this thing was asking. He had to reign in his temper... death was not an option until his mission was complete. "No. It means nothing to me." He responded flatly, cringing as a spark sprung from his wounded arm, then from the side of his head, iluminating his face for but a split second: A dark, oily substance seemed to drip from between the Waltz's needle-like teeth, something akin to blood for a machine. His eyes seemed to be fully yellow without any indication of an iris or pupil as they glowed in the dark. "What purposes does it serve you, beast?"@tag |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 24, 2018 23:33:14 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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How useless , The Dark Knight thought to himself, disappointed with Black Waltz No. 3’s response regarding the elaborate glyph branded into the back of his right hand. Is he not one of Belias’ creations? , Dieter pondered, uncertain if perhaps this creature’s memory had been damaged during their exchange – given his current state of disrepair it was certainly feasible. For a moment or two, Dieter lapsed into silence, his left-hand clenching into a fist at his side. His razor-sharp claws dug into the fleshy portion of his palm, effortlessly cutting into the skin and drawing forth a rivulet of burgundy. At first, it’d pooled harmlessly within Dieter’s clenched fist, filling the empty space before it’d began to trickle along his spindly fingers. Each passing second now awkwardly punctuated by a droplet of Dieter’s blood as it’d dripped down onto the ground – steaming rising from it as it’d cooled upon the ice.
The Dark Knight’s eyes widened in surprise as a sudden spark arced across the gaping hole in Black Waltz No. 3’s arm, briefly illuminating the mage’s interior, the flash of light reflecting off the countless turning cogs and pistons. Is he like the guardian of the Mines? , the Dark Knight inquired to himself, recalling how he’d encountered a much more crudely designed mechanized beast within one of Ivalice’s mines – its’ purpose to stand guard but its’ programming had been corrupted. He’d also noticed how an opaque black substance had begun to ooze from between Waltz’ needle-like teeth.
“Its’ purpose is proof of an oath sworn to my Master…”
The Dark Knight replied candidly, finally willing himself to relax his clenched fist. Surprisingly, once his talons had left the self-inflicted wound, the damaged flesh had already begun to knit itself back together, healing near instantly leaving behind only thin silvery scars.
“Is your creator named Velias? If so, state your primary mission.”
The Dark Knight commanded, despite the his quiet voice, one could infer based of his tone that he wasn’t requesting an answer – no, he was demanding it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2018 7:46:58 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" "I do not care about your little magic symbol." The Waltz said flatly as the man explained that it was a symbol of allegiance to his master. Why... in the excuse of a hell would he give any mind towards this man? His history was of no concern to the machine, no matter how interesting or truly integral it was to his being. In the Waltz's eyes, this man was nothing more than a source of energy he was to bring back to Kuja if possible, avoid dying if at all possible. The man inquired as to the name of his "master" and he only shook his head, growing increasingly aggravated with with his stupid questions. What would it take for him to get the damned message and go off somewhere else? "My mission... and my creator's name is of no concern to you." The Black Waltz rumbled. Even in his decrepit state and no matter what the risk of death he was under, the machine wouldn't give up either of these two pieces of information... not to a worthless waste of magic like this man. He couldn't afford to jeopardize his existence any more than it already was... He didn't have much to work with, after all.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 26, 2018 21:03:43 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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The Dark Knight’s outward expression remained unchanged despite the Waltz’ persistent insolence and blatant disrespect. The only visible tell-tale sign of his frustration was how his iridescent golden eyes narrowed, his pupils contracting in a serpentine fashion. Despite his outwardly calm demeanor, internally, the Dark Knight was struggling to suppress the urge to rend the Waltz’ injured arm from his body and proceed to beat him within an inch of his life with said severed limb. Alas, if Dieter surrendered himself to his carnal desires, no doubt, Black Waltz No. 3 would be incapable of providing answers to his questions – frankly, he’d most likely be reduced to nothing more than molten metal and ash.
“Was I unclear, I didn’t ask if you cared… I ask if you knew anything.”
Dieter replied coldly, his tone laced heavily with venom. The Dark Knight’s attention momentarily drifted from his winged-companion towards his blade. With a reluctant sigh, his spindly alabaster fingers once more curled around the well-worn leather covering the hilt of his blade. Perhaps, a show of force was necessary to loosen the creature’s tied tongue. With a sense of disinterest, the Dark Knight hafted his blade from amidst its’ frigid sheath, casually flipping it back and forth as he’d inspected the length of his blade for any noticeable damage. It’d be a genuine shame if his recently referred blade was damaged, not to mention, Ivonne wouldn’t permit him to hear the end of her incessant yammering.
Dieter’s grip shifted as he’d willed the Darkness that laid dormant within his heart to convalescent upon his blade. In response, his blade began to emit an opaque onyx miasma, one that was so thick, it was tangible. With it’s presence, one could feel the dynamic shift in the mood. Regardless, if Black Waltz No. 3 was inhuman, he’d likely be able to feel the oppressive nature of the Dark Knight’s manifested aura. With blinding speed, the Dark Knight’s blade was brought down savagely upon the ice, the resulting force he’d generated effortlessly splintered a massive chunk of permafrost into nothingness.
“Did that little display perhaps make a point… Continue to test my patience and the next time it will be your head…”
The Dark Knight threatened, in response to Black Waltz’s reluctant to disclose either his mission or his creator’s name. The Black Waltz’ final retort had definitely pushed the envelope, however, it’d wrenched a resonating chuckle from deep within his chest.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2018 6:42:09 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" The Black Waltz was hardly impressed with Dieter's attempt at intimidation. With his blade slashing into the ice near the Waltz and his body engulfed in darkness, the machine only stared on in mild interest, giving more attention to his wounds than he did to the little spectacle being put on for him... Most of his damage seemed to be internal rather than external... While his arm felt as if it were coming apart at the seams, most of the wounds had to do with his more crucial systems, specifically within his torso and skull... Thinking was so hard... his restraint and patience were shot to painful degrees... It HURT to keep his cool! The pain-data was starting to infect his logical processes, spilling over into other crucial systems as well almost like a Virus... The reason the Machine cared not for Dieter's display was that he already had an idea of what the man was capable of... That Firaja earlier already showed it off. This man was FAR more powerful than the Waltz had ever been designed to be... and he simply assumed that strength extended to all attributes... But the Waltz was superior... ALWAYS superior.... this creature seemed to easy to anger, his patience even less that his own as he was now pledging threats to a machine! A MACHINE! He would be replaced by another model if he died... The spite in the thought was the only pleasure he took from that statement. If this man wished to kill him, he wouldn't have bothered with this garbage. He was as bad a liar as anyone... The only difference was how big a weapon he threatened the Waltz with. "I. Do not. CARE for your worthless little symbol of allegiance." He repeated slowly, as if to get his point across to the mind-stunted being. "It means nothing to me as you do, as well as your threats. I care not for them. I am fully aware you can kill me so shut up with these promises that you could. It wastes your worthless and my limited time." His words dripped with disdain and hatred, his wounded pride obvious within them. "No matter how you dismantle me, you shall receive no information. Do you understand, beast? You will die trying to achieve something before I hand over anything to you."@tag |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Apr 19, 2018 20:47:05 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Black Waltz No. 3’s mentality was perfectly suited for a machine of war, albeit, it made extricating answers from him a tedious process – one that Dieter lacked the patience for. Dieter’s expression remained outwardly unchanged, his lip firmly set in a scowl. Subconsciously, his fingers twitched at his side, a subtle disclaimer that he was irritated. Alas, Waltz’ increasing boldness made the corner of Dieter’s lips twitch, threatening to curl upwards into a playful grin – not many had the audacity to be so blatantly disrespectful. None the less, it was satisfying to hear the contempt in his voice. It wasn’t until he mentioned that he’d die before the Waltz would provide him with any information.
“Perhaps… although, you already told me you have finite time… I’ve lived for over a thousand years..”
Dieter said as he’d reached for his blade and resheathed it without hesitation. He’d stepped past the Waltz, preparing to enter deeper into the caverns to hunt down his intended prey. He paused once he reached the nearest arch way, glancing over his shoulder at the Waltz.
“I’d advise you to not be present upon my return…”
He said flatly before he’d disappeared further into the icy caverns, shortly after his departure, one could hear the pained screams of the creatures within – most lasting only a split second before they’d lapsed into a permanent silence. He still had an objective to fulfill.
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