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Search in: Waterway   Topics tagged under king on Cave Story Roleplay Icon_minipostSubject: Water, water rushing through (B.W. III)    Topics tagged under king on Cave Story Roleplay Hm170U9Mon May 02, 2016 10:48 pm
[postbg=https://i.imgur.com/D3xrnps.png]In a sense, everything went straight to hell when Urbel and the Murder-bot crossed blades.

The bright flash, a result of two extremely, magically charged weapon colliding with one another, quite frankly blitzed his eyes, making it feel like concentrated agony was lancing straight into his body. Which was kinda the case at the moment, as handling massive amounts of magical energy he has drawn himself and the pure deadly mana the suicidal, sociopathic robot was sending his way while he was already exhausted from his previous mage craftings was... well. Quite a horrible strain on his fortitude, to put it succulently. Add in that he was recovering from the magical strain from his flight to the island and was suffering injuries already caused by the bot, just makes his situation exponentially worse. Suffice to say, he was enduring the equivalent of a coordinated assault on his nervous system, physical body, and already depleted magical reserves. One that is being conducted with extreme prejudice.

To illustrate this, here is what is running though his mind at the moment of impact:

"@#$%^&*()_)(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&^%$#@#^)*&^@@%*(__##@$%&*((_+*&*$!@%*&!!!!!!"

Yikes! Impressive how he can keep a constant stream of vulgarities of this magnitude without blacking out from the excruciating pain he is undergoing. Given his decades of experience as both a veteran explorer, adventurer AND soldier, and the sheer amount injuries and unfortunate... accidents( to put it lightly) he has sustained, it is no surprise he can keep functioning even in the most brutal of conditions.

Poor, poor bloke.

The clash was a daunting event in of itself. Imagine pure, undiluted havoc meeting all the destructive force of a Mach 5 tornado event.  Now imagine both forces trying to subvert, and brutally beat each other down constantly, while at the same time lashing out on their respective wielders. That was what both warriors were facing as they vied for dominance in battle, trying to overcome one another's strength. The horrible monster made metal and insanity clearly looked like he was enduring on heck of a load, with his already mangled chassis making *creeks* and *groans*, but he was still trying to force aside Urbel's scythe, and get straight to the point of the matters. And by the impassive, but murderous look in the bot's eyes, it looks like the point is the Rudy Goldberg-eques death trap of a sword going through him and the dam. This would result in what one would rightfully think as a rather macabre death by torture-sword and drowning by the subsequent destruction of the dam, as there was no way in bloody infinity that a mere concrete structure, no matter how well built or fortified, would survive the destructive forces wrought upon it. The resulting flood and rumble was also liable to mangle what was left of his eviscerate cadaver, pulverizing and blending his flesh, bones, and gore until they were a fine, watery paste. Oh, and everyone else in the surrounding area of the dam would also die, baring maybe the robots, and that is a big if.

Put lightly, Urbel had a lot of reasons NOT to lose his struggle with the pyscho-bot. Even disregarding the 'people' around him, who he barely knew and had quite a lot of reasons not to trust the whole lot of them, he still wanted to leave this whole shoddy mess behind him in one piece. That, and the fact the he fully concentrating on Mr. Deathbot, was why he didn't notice Brad struggling through the sandstorm and start fiddling with the controls of the two giant robots near the damn. He did notice, though, when he heard both of the machines slamming into the damn, creating a huge *BRAAAAAAAAAACK* that could be heard over the din of the magical conflict. Turning his head slightly, he watched as the dam, which he was so desperately trying to save, began its inevitable collapse. Already, water was pouring in from the cracks created by the now imbedded machines, and they were only getting wider as the whole structure continued to break down. Urbel estimated that, based on the rate the water was flowing and the speed the dam was collapsing, he had about five minutes before the whole area was submerged.

Huh. All the effort he put into not only trying to broker a negotiation, solve the murder of what looked like a human scientist, and protect the very source of all those problems, the dam, from a crazed combat robot, was all going to be literally washed away. And from what it looks like, it appear that the frenzied gale he created was responsible for the dam's imminent destruction, as the machines looked like they were blown straight into the wall. He also knew that, based on his thoughts from first blasting the bot into the wall, he had already known the exact consequence of generating a huge storm inside such a relatively small space. Yet he blithely decided to use one of his most destructive, non-ritual magical wind techniques to face off against the robot. In the course of trying to save the dam from destruction, he had invariably caused it himself. Despite being in searing pain and full of seething rage, the irony of the situation was not lost on him.

"FOR THE BLOODY, F@#KING, #$%@*&(^%) OF ALL THAT IS GOD!!!", Urbel howled in utter fury, at both himself and the stupid robot that caused this whole mess. If he was seething in rage before, he was now consumed by it. At that moment in time, all he wanted to do was to make his opponent suffer. D@mn all of the consequence, d@mn himself.

He was not the only person, or thing, to catch on to the destruction of the dam. Panta, having enough of the BS that was happening, hissed something unintelligible, and vanished, along with the Gaudi clinging to him. The small circular bot was running around, panicking, while the rabbit thing looked about ready to poo itself. Scratch, the creatively described and malicious robot, was also distracted by the commotion, turning his head to completely view what was happening. Given that he was battling a really irate battle mage, this was not one might call a good idea. Seeing the bearing of teeth that can by no rights be called a smile brimming with vitriol on Urbel's face, it really was a horrible idea.

Arms already straining and shaking from wielding his scythe with the turbulence surrounding, he quickly redoubled his efforts into pounding the scarp heap into the ground. Distracted as it was, it was completely caught off guard by the sudden aggression from its foe, and was left open as Urbel forced it on his knees. With that not-smile still on his face, just before he finished what would be his final attack, he snarled out his final words. "F@%K YOUR CREATOR, F*#K WHOEVER DESIGN AND PROGRAMMED YOU, AND MOST OF ALL, F@&K YOOOOOOOUUUU! IF I AM GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF ALL THIS BLIGHTEN, IDOITIC FOULISHNESS, I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU WITH ME." Urbel then proceeded to slam his bladed kamikaze into the kneeling bot. Perhaps knowing this was its end, it raised its sword, and released all the chaotic power within it.  The energy from both attack met on, and instead of one force overpowering the other, decided to instead compromise and combine together to form a massive explosion. How lovely.

The force of the explosion filled the area with another flash of intense white light and the noise of a train collision, and absolutely demolished the dam. As there was no longer a barrier holding the bulwark of water, all of it merrily flooded the cavern. Urbel and Scratch were thrown into the surging tide, while all but Brad, who had braced himself with his giant knife in the ground, were swept away by the current. The tide of water also washed out the tunnel full of dead Gaudi and the scientist's body away, forever occluding the mystery behind that grim spectacle. In the end, one might say that the whole situation was now water under the bridge. Err, ground.

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On a  shore, Urbel's body was resting on an outcropping of rock. It was still, lifeless... until it started coughing up water through its nose and mouth. Turning his head, Urbel puked out the bilge that filled his stomach, and began to assess what the heck just happen. He was not going to question his miraculous recovery, because at that point in his life, he was honestly over all that drama. What he was not over, though, was the pleasant feeling of exhaustion and pain thrumming throughout his body. Now that he was conscious, his body was eager to share it bounty of suffering to him. 'No, really, I insist! There is more than plenty of it to go around,' his body said to him, as all the feedback threatened to send him back straight to unconsciousness. Rather than that (unfortunately), Urbel gritted his teeth and forced all the pain he was dealing with into a little ball, then tucked it away behind several mental barrier deep within his mind. He needed to figure out what was going on first, then get himself to a safe area (or make one) before he could pass out.

Leaning up, he quickly surveyed his surroundings with bleary eyes. It looked like he was by some lake of water, with what looked like a boardwalk in the distance. Focusing his vision, he saw that the end of it lead to what looked like the entrance to this reservoir. 'Looks like the current washed me all here,' he thought, taking another look around the area. It looked to be enclosed from all side, so how did the flood carry him here? He looked up. "Ah," he weazed, wincing, as he say a opening above, pouring out water into the lake. Urbel, taking this all in, slightly fumed, 'The bloody f*&ken current must have taken me here. Don't know about the rest of those blokes, but screw them. They didn't do a crow eating thing to help me take out that hellish robot. Speaking of it, I dearly hope it is dead, dead, DEAD!!!'

Once he was done cursing the existence of that robot and his rotten luck, he started to calm down. While the pain was stowed away deep within him, he couldn't do anything about how tired he was, and he already wanted to take a long, long nap to recover from that catastrophe (*bum dum, tish*). Devoting what was left of his pitiful energy reserve to sulking was not what he called a wise idea, so he started to assess the damage done to his body. His whole chest and felt bruised from where that bot punched him earlier, but it did not feel like it broke any of his bones, which was a himself send. That would have been problematic, seeing as, now that he thinking about it, all he gear he was carrying was swept up by the current. Besides the few remaining ration bars on his person, and the machete and flare gun set tucked in his belt and coat armor, respectively, he had nothing in the way of supplies anymore. No morphine or bandages from his medical kit,  tent or sleeping bags to set up camp, cooking equipment or the rest of his supplies, magically infused water or newly discovered regents; nothing of that sort. All of it was in his backpack, washed away by the tide.  He was sure that he was not getting that back anytime soon, or ever, really. 'If I was badly injured, I would be the creek without the paddle, wouldn't I?', he pondered, silently chuckling to himself, before stopping as he winced.

If he was not used of worst coming to worst around him constantly, maybe he would be a little more inconsolable about his loss. Fortunately (Not), life has not been gentle with his wellbeing or expectation, so, sighing painfully, he just chalked it up as result of that stupid robot's actions (and his own, not that he would admit that to himself anytime soon), and starting planning on restocking his equipment. He tested his legs, and found while very much so strained and tired, looked to be in working condition, so he could walk out of here and find whatever lies beyond the entrance of this place. Hopefully somewhere with critters he could hunt, but he knew his luck, so he did not have very high hopes for that. 'More likely something big and nasty will come eat me first,' he thought, grimacing as he started to test his arms.

Bingo. From what he could feel, there were fracture running up and down past his elbows, and his right shoulder was dislocated. While his bones would repair them selves in a weeks time or so, as all the magic on the island is a boon to a mage's already fast recovery systems, the shoulder had to be dealt with now before it healed wrong. Leaning up a little more, he braced himself, before quickly relocating his right shoulder. Hissing, he spat out a few vulgarities, before forcing that pain away as well. Grunting, he said, "There will be time enough to properly lick my wounds, but now, I have to get up and find somewhere I can rest at, and preferably find some food."


After sitting in his posture, holding his worse side with his less bad side, he sighed, not as pained as it was last time, before getting up to head out. Well, he would, if he was not jerked to a stop before he could get all the way up. Annoyed, and a little confused, he checked we he felt himself being tugged, and found himself staring at a sword embedded in his coat and the rock beneath him. Not just any sword mind you, but the sword that demonic-bot was wielding against him. Gingerly, he fingered the hilt, and winced yet again when the magical frequency of the blade pickled at him. "What do you know, the robot nearly skewered me. Its must of let go of it as it was blasted away from me, and cut itself into the work I am sitting on," he said, still staring at his would be killer's weapon of choice.

While at first he wanted that magical weapon in his arsenal, after seeing it in its full capacity against him, he was beginning to have second though. A weapon like this usually has 'forbidden power' written all over it, and those type of weapons tend to cause more problems than ever solve them. Case in point, he once found a magic crystal ball for one of his client a looong time back, but found out that the nasty little thing was cursed to only show the worst possible things for whoever used it. He did not like "Bahama Thursday", and when he smashed the wanking sphere, he was glad no one else had to.

Still, it was a powerful artifact, one with some very interest entropic properties to it, and was he not here to find these types of items? There was also the fact that just if he just left the thing here, it was bound to cause trouble in someone else's hands when they pick it up, and as the insightful leader he was, he could not let that happen. Plus, given his luck, that *&^%#$ robot is probably still 'alive', and might have some way of tracking down his sword back. If that was the case, he rather deal with the cursed sword, and all its bad juju, himself, since he does NOT want this thing back in that deranged piece of malware hands ever again. 'If that thing is still alive, and wants its weapon back, it has to take it from my cold, blood encrusted, smashed hands. Better off with me than him, as afraid of that statement as I am," he thought, making up his mind to take the sword with him.

Firmly grasping the handle of the blade, and ignoring the feelings it gave him, he yanked it out of the rock. Using it to carefully prop himself up, he look at the blade he was holding, before slotting it back into the tear of his reinforced coat. Hey, it makes for a convenient holster, and he doesn't have to touch the weird blade any longer than he has too. Slowly, he climbed down where he was deposited, and made his way towards the boardwalk, the entrance of the lake, and hopefully somewhere where he can get some well earned rest.

{Well heya, guys, and whoever will read this little story. This marks the end of a tale started long ago, and I am finally glad I am finished. My character, Urbel, is pretty much in the lake area of Mimiga Village, if I did not make that clear enough. From there, he going to rest, recover, and get as much of his supplies as possible restored before leaving setting off again into the island. He can for magic goodies, and he not leaving until he has had his fill. As mentioned by So much fire, this and his bit can be interpreted as where your characters survived. Who know, maybe Urbel's new arch nemesis still live yet...}
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