Post by biomechtraveler on Dec 9, 2012 15:33:41 GMT -5
"Woah"
Then Aleph was hurled back with considerable force into a nearby shelf containing cosmetics and anti ageing cream.
Hefting himself up with a clatter of cans and bottles Aleph beheld the shining silver of the white conquerer, a smile of amusement formed on his face.
"This...now this is more like it though I have a gut feeling that you still aren't going all out on me, now why would I say that hmm? why would Mr costume intone 'First sealed form' if there weren't anymore forms to follow?"
Picking up his axe that had fallen when he was kicked, Aleph stood before knight and looked the masked figure of war in the face.
"Very well, I will honour you with the power of my release".
He did a twirl with his axe. The swing however was a bit too big and the axe hit another shelf but instead of knocking the shelf down with a nice dent to boot the axe simply passed through the shelf. A moment later the shelf slid in two and clattered to the ground in two pieces.
"Ooops....nevermind"
Aleph held his axe upside down with the blade covering half his face, he closed his eyes and said in an absolutely dead monotone.
"Rot, Arrogante".
...
Then Aleph burst into a blue black flame, everything on him seemed to burn but not be consumed....black smoke that smelt of dead leaves in a graveyard enveloped Aleph, hiding him from sight.
Then the smoke disappeared and standing in the place of Aleph was a figure draped in a tattered purple robe that seemed to shimmer without moving, from underneath the robe peaked glimpses of a inner robe fabulously decorated with gold silk, rubies and opal. where Aleph's head was there instead was a skull, empty sockets staring into the void of death, a leer that told of the horror of non existance. On the skull there sat a great crown marvelously decorated with gold and diamonds.
Aleph sighed like the wind through the leaves of a dead tree for indeed it was Aleph that stood there, a spectre of death and the darkness beyond the grave.
He lifted his axe from his side and stood it beside him, upright- this axe had changed as well, becoming larger- its blades now dull black with a single eye set in its middle.
"Well....."
The skull turned to look at Knight.
"Behold, Duo Espada: Aleph Kokushibyo"
Then Aleph was hurled back with considerable force into a nearby shelf containing cosmetics and anti ageing cream.
Hefting himself up with a clatter of cans and bottles Aleph beheld the shining silver of the white conquerer, a smile of amusement formed on his face.
"This...now this is more like it though I have a gut feeling that you still aren't going all out on me, now why would I say that hmm? why would Mr costume intone 'First sealed form' if there weren't anymore forms to follow?"
Picking up his axe that had fallen when he was kicked, Aleph stood before knight and looked the masked figure of war in the face.
"Very well, I will honour you with the power of my release".
He did a twirl with his axe. The swing however was a bit too big and the axe hit another shelf but instead of knocking the shelf down with a nice dent to boot the axe simply passed through the shelf. A moment later the shelf slid in two and clattered to the ground in two pieces.
"Ooops....nevermind"
Aleph held his axe upside down with the blade covering half his face, he closed his eyes and said in an absolutely dead monotone.
"Rot, Arrogante".
...
Then Aleph burst into a blue black flame, everything on him seemed to burn but not be consumed....black smoke that smelt of dead leaves in a graveyard enveloped Aleph, hiding him from sight.
Then the smoke disappeared and standing in the place of Aleph was a figure draped in a tattered purple robe that seemed to shimmer without moving, from underneath the robe peaked glimpses of a inner robe fabulously decorated with gold silk, rubies and opal. where Aleph's head was there instead was a skull, empty sockets staring into the void of death, a leer that told of the horror of non existance. On the skull there sat a great crown marvelously decorated with gold and diamonds.
Aleph sighed like the wind through the leaves of a dead tree for indeed it was Aleph that stood there, a spectre of death and the darkness beyond the grave.
He lifted his axe from his side and stood it beside him, upright- this axe had changed as well, becoming larger- its blades now dull black with a single eye set in its middle.
"Well....."
The skull turned to look at Knight.
"Behold, Duo Espada: Aleph Kokushibyo"