NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This takes place shortly after the "When Angels Run Rampant" thread K-T is currently involved in. Those of you who are familiar with him will know why I'm not worried about him getting killed in it...
He's badly injured, very angry, and looking for a chance to recover. This will show you his standard methods of relaxation.
I've discussed the thread with Mullm. Anyone else is welcome to join- send whatever you want, as soon as the call for help goes out. Heros, armies, giant war robots... just make sure you don't mind losing it, because I'm not pulling any punches in this thread. Eventually I'll open it to non-expendable characters. Until then, TG me before entering anyone important.

IC:
Badly battered and missing half his right arm, Kazar-Tiyon staggered along a road. He passed a sign reading "Welcome to Mullm!", though no gaurds, or any border enforcement, were in sight.

-The first town I come across is rubble.-

-Very well...- Shadowfang replied, with a mental sigh.

It was around dusk, and the first thing that he saw of Kloros was the pattern of lights that indicated dense human habitation. Soon the buildings of the small city were apparent, and a few minutes later he crossed the outskirts and entered Kloros. The first building he came across was a bar...

Tim Martyn stepped out of the bar, taking a long pull at his beer bottle, and then spotted the intruder. A one-armed figure in black armor was moving towards him, red eyes glowing from a hood filled with impenetrable blackness. He coughed, choking on his beer.

"What the f--- are you, freak? You must be real; I know I ain't that drunk!"

At this time of day, most of the citizens who were out on the streets were in no condition to notice anything so close to ordinary as this.

OOC: K-T, check your telegrams...

OOC: K-T, check your telegrams...
Checked. Sure, but don't bring him in yet...

IC:
"What the f--- are you, freak? You must be real; I know I ain't that drunk!"

"I am your doom." Kazar replied calmly. He raised his left hand, fingers spread, and cords of shadow shot toward the drunk. His target was slammed against the wall behind him and tightly bound. K-T drew his belt knife and slashed his victim's throat, drawing life force from the spilled blood. A black tentacle grew from the stump of his right arm, reaching the length of his missing fore-arm; he wrapped the end of it around his knife hilt, switching hands, as he turned in search of more prey.

One of the onlookers dropped his cigarette, staring at K-T.
"Woah, dude! How the h--- did you do that?"

OOC: It occurs to me that I didn't really expalain this very well, so I decided to add a bit more description. This thread is partly to remind/show people that K-T is an evil character, even though he's on the side of good in his current main thread. It's also intended to give me a chance to use his full potential; I adjust his power level to fit what's appropriate for the thread he's in, which usually means reducing it quite a bit. So far, he hasn't really had a major victory since I started using him here. I plan for him to be defeated at the end of this thread, but only with a great deal of difficulty... :evil grin:
In case the title doesn't make that clear, there will be a lot of death and destruction in this thread. Be warned!
IC:
Kazar turned, his red glare freezing the speaker in place.
"Here, I'll show you..."
Cords of shadow spiraled up from the ground, binding the new victim tightly. K-T strode over and thrust the knife in right above his heart. As Kazar-Tiyon drained his blood, the dark tentacle became an arm again and the most serious of his remaining wounds were healed.
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Letting the corpse fall to the ground, Kazar sighed.
"Ah, that feels better. One more should have me back in condition for battle."

OOC:
*bump*




*jab*

OOC: Sorry about the delay; the forum ate the post I had typed up, and I've been too busy to retype it.
IC:
Most of those present were either too distracted to notice a little thing like a couple of murders or too drugged to be surprised by anything, but finally someone realized that something was wrong. A door-to-door salesman (a very high-risk occupation, in Mullm) passing by the mouth of the alley heard the one-sided struggle and looked to see what had happened. Striding quickly to the emergency panel set in the wall of one buildingnear the intersection, he threw it open and located the Local Area Militia alarm button. Then, his finger hovering next to the button, he called out to Kazar-Tiyon:
"Who are you? What do you want?"

OOC: He'll push the button as soon as K-T makes any threatening move, and then things will get interesting...