Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)
Afterlife => {DESTROYED} Mortality's Planes => City Of The Embodments => {Destroyed} South => Grand Hell Arena => Topic started by: Ino on July 15, 2010, 09:57:47 PM
-
Zumi felt an episode of raging claustrophobia creep up on her. She really didn't like the way things were going, the way she was being randomly scared out of no where. If she was suppose to die then why is it that nobody actually killed her yet? Wouldn't she be striked down by now if she was so important? Or maybe Hell was filled up. Yeah, that's it. Zumi was just spared.
Looking down at her pale skin, Zumi read the words that haunted her her entire life. The slander and lies, the name calling and things that haunted her, and then the magic markings on her wrists to show she was special and that maybe there was more to death than just letting yourself go wherever the hell someone else decided to put you.
Sighing, Zumi looked around the sand and realized she should probably leave before she was crushed, and on that note, she walked towards the light. Hopefully this wasn't some lame trick that was being played on her, because she was naive and all, but that didn't mean you needed to take advantage of her. Stepping out into the light, Zumi looked around and smiled. So it wasn't a trick, eh?
-
And suddenly, the door opened, and Zumi was in the stands of the arena... Sitting right next to Fiske Tyris (or "Tyrus"), son of K2323 Tyrus, nephew of Hikaru Tyris, and blablabla. Fiske smiled at the girl who had suddenly appeared in a small explosion. "What's up?"
-
"MY UNDEAD SENSES ARE TINGLING!?" Vincent roared as he looked around, his eyes wide with excitement as he searched the area for something that wasn't quite alive. Looking at the stands he grinned wildly as he watched a pale woman appear in an explosion, he was a Necromancer and could easily tell when something wasn't all the way alive. Dashing towards the girl he looked like a maniac, with a dive he tackled her.
"What are you?! A zombie? No, I can see intelligence in yours eyes.. A Liche? No, you don't seem strong enough.. What are you?" Vincent rambled as he looked at Zumi, madness shining in his eyes.
-
Zumi whirled around in shock and looked at Friske. She hadn't noticed until this moment that she was sitting next to someone, let alone that she was even in a seat on the arena stands. "Oh." she added, breathlessly and shocked. "Uhm, nothing. I guess?" she blinked a few times, remembering that she shouldn't allow her shock to be apparent and allow her eyes permission to widen; she knew from past experiences that her eyes were a freaky color and that they weren't exactly the best thing to flash, especially with her being undead and all. Shaking her head slightly and allowing the retardedly pink bangs flow in front, Zumi allowed herself to look directly at Friske. "Name is Zumi--" she began before she felt herself go airborne.
"What the hell!?" Zumi screeched, instinctively kicking a leg out and raising a fist defensively to protect herself. Quickly calming herself, Zumi allowed the anger that caused her to be destructive to subside as she opened her eyes and stared into gray-ish brown ones. "What?" she asked when she suddenly heard the whir of questions being flung at her like drinks at a drunkard in a bar. "No I'm not a zombie!" she spat, venom in her words as she glared at the man on top of her. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't attack me, stranger." she hissed, giving a shove towards his torso.
-
"NO! SIR VINCENT, SHE DIDN'T MEAN-" Fiske jumped up in front of Zumi, as if protecting her. He stopped, calming himself as he whispered to Zumi, "Do you know who this is!? The necromancer Vincent, son of "Him"! I grew up hearing ghost stories about him! From actual ghosts!"
The living resident of hell was obviously scared. "S-sir, please spare her!"
-
"She's undead. This is my specialty and I shall not rest until I know exactly what she is and how to make more!" Vincent exclaimed as he poked Fiske in the forehead multiple times. "Now shoo, you denizen. Before I rip your bones from you body and make a dummy that yodels.. Heh, yodeling." Vincent threatened, poking Fiske in the header harder then he had a few seconds ago.
"I'm Vincent Nosferatu Artyr, nice to meet you, you dead thing.. Can I borrow your head? Just for a moment. And maybe your spirit?" He introduced himself before getting right down to business, whatever Zumi was Vincent didn't know, and Vincent LOVED to know everything about things that are dead.
-
Zumi touched the deep scar on her neck, where she had cut herself many, many years ago, as she glared a threatening glare at Vincent. "I don't know..who you think you are." she hissed, glancing at Fiske just slightly as she looked back at Vincent. "But no, you will not, under any circumstances, have my head." Zumi huffed, glowering at Vincent from beneath her thick eyelashes, letting her acid green eyes focus on him very carefully and take in the way he held himself. "That is disgustingly rude, and I am so not your specialty." she added, getting extremely close to Vincent and in his face, not exactly scared, though his title sent a very disturbing shiver down her spine. She didn't really know why Fiske was so scared, but she acknowledged the way he looked petrified and scared for his life.
Smirking a bit, Zumi turned and faced Fiske, completely blowing off Vincent. "So, want to go get something..to..uh.." she was at a lost for words, though she knew she wanted to get something to eat, though what Hell provided for food was something she was willing to not know about. "Human food? Normal food?" she questioned, looking at Fiske with extreme interest, ignoring Vincent who was still standing beside her, extremely close. Why did she feel extremely awkward right now?
-
"Wh-what, like a d-d-?"
Fiske didn't finish the sentence. He just then came to realize that this person was an outsider, someone who didn't live in Hell, which made sense, after all. Why would he expect that she was from hell? Most of the people at the tournament weren't from hell. And... Wait, she was undead!?
"Uh.. You mean... here, in hell?"
-
"Oh. Poor thing doesn't understand that she was just transported into Hell.. Fiske my boy, I suggest that you go and get something edible, none of this place's terrible food. I doubt she wants to try an Abyss maggot, squirmy little things." Vincent turned to the resident of Hell, shooing him off with a wave of his hand.
"Acid eyes and various wounds over your body..obviously obtained before you died. Intelligent undead heal very quickly.. Heal wouldn't be the right word for it, more along the lines that you stay the same. You don't change. It's the unlife coursing through you. If you were to be cut you wouldn't heal, your wound would close and it would appear nothing ever happened." Vincent explained, looking at Zumi with curious eyes. "How'd you die exactly? If you can tell me that I'll know exactly what you are, and then we can part ways and if possible and wanted I might be able to make you entirely less dead. But don't get your hopes up, some undead are beyond my ability to bring back to life. Although I can kill them if you want that..don't say you want that. Killing cute pink haired Liche-like entities always ruins my day." Vincent rambled.
-
Zumi sighed as she turned and faced Vincent, crossing her arms in the same movement. She ignored the feeling that shivered across her body, the feeling she hadn't experienced since she was alive, when her arms brushed against Vincent's mid-drift. "Why should I tell you how I died?" she asked, hurt coloring her tone, even though she meant for her voice to sound threatening. "Everything you said is true, so your intelligence doesn't really sway me." Zumi looked back up at Vincent, looking him right in the eyes, turning their full color on him. She didn't even turn a pink color like she normal tends to do when he mentioned the word "cute". Sadly, being what she was, Zumi still had physical traits of a living person, which is why her eyes turned every so slightly dark as she became saddened with her memories. In a huffy, hissing voice, Zumi said, "I killed myself." she didn't add anything else, though she kept staring at him, looking at him right in the eye and daring for him to scoff, laugh at her, or back away and act like she was a freak, like everyone else.
-
Fiske quickly took off to find food which a mortal could withstand eating. A few moments later, he returned with a levitating tray.. Stacked with a tower of plates. The plates had hotdogs, hamburgers, fries, steak, fruit, bread... Anything you could imagine, and some water.
-
In a flash Vincent wrapped his arms around the pink haired girl in what appeared to be a very genuine hug. "Sorry, I can't bring you back to life.." Vincent whispered in her ear as he held her in his arms, he looked actually sad. "You're a Nightmare, a natural undead. You had an affinity for magic while you were alive and when you took your own life you caused a rare magical reaction, creating a spark of unlife that resulted in your current state." Vincent explained, looking her in the eyes. "If you truly wish for it. I can extinguish that spark, but only if you really wish to die. I'll even make sure you don't end up here." The Necromancer muttered, looking at the residents of the stands. The demons that barely held back their natural malice.
-
Zumi froze, having been locked in the grip of Vincent shocking her past her normal human abilities. "What?" she whispered before looking back at Vincent just as seriously as he was her. "I don't want to die." she muttered, shock clearly displayed in her eyes. "I have an agenda." she added as she pulled down the top of her shirt, clearly not caring about cleavage and being promiscuous. "See these?" she pointed to a few slander words, written across where her heart was in black ink, like a tattoo. "I have to make sure all of these words are erased before I can decide to either pass on and go here, or continue to walk around as the only Nightmare."
Her moods wiped away when she smelled normal, average food. "Nom time!" she exclaimed as she ran towards Friske, not worrying about what Vincent thought of her being..revealing.
-
Vincent kept up with the little undead chick and grabbed some food along with her, mostly just a cheeseburger before a small amount of black smoke wafted out of his mouth and corrupted the burger. Turning it into what appeared to be the most evil burger one could ever see. The moment he took a bite out of it there was an audible roar of anger.
-
Zumi froze in mid bite from a handful of fries. "What the hell?" she muttered, eyeing Vincent. "What the hell are you?"
-
"Depends on who you ask." Vincent replied, throwing a wink her way before taking another bite of his burger, it actually tried to bite back that time.
-
"I'm asking you." Zumi raised her eyebrows at Vincent as she dipped her fries in her ketchup, eyeing the way Vincent looked. "Is that hard to answer for you?" she added, lowering her eyebrows slightly.
-
"I'm Famine." Vincent replied, looking at her with an odd expression on his face.
-
"Oh." Zumi frowned before she moved away slightly, making sure to keep distance between her and Vincent, killing the little tingling sensation she had between him and her. What the hell was wrong with her? Was it because she was another undead person or because she wasn't entirely dead? Sighing, Zumi looked at her food. "So..you're a Horseman?"
-
"Very much so..you could also call me the son of what is actually the Devil. Lucifer is what you would call a poser. But don't be shy, I'm actually a very nice person. It's the reason I studied Necromancy for so long, to make sure my friends wouldn't get killed. Well they'd get killed, and then I'd resurrect them and bring them back to life." Vincent muttered, looking rather embarrassed.
-
Zumi gave Vincent a questioning look before shrugging it off. "Interesting, I guess." Zumi frowned. "I'm the only Nightmare so I'm pretty..special too, I guess?" Zumi mumbled, picking at her fries and eyeing her pickles. She remember eating pickles when she was still alive. "Do you know old I am?" she asked out of curiosity, turning to Vincent slightly. "I'm curious, I lost count."
-
"You are special, as for your age..beats me. When was the year you died? I don't know the exact year when it comes to Earth years, but I can give you a rough estimate." Vincent replied, looking at with with an interested gleam in his eyes.
-
"I believe...I died..." Zumi thought for a moment, thinking. "I think I died in...2005." Zumi frowned. "I wouldn't really know, to be honest, I can't remember." Zumi sighed. "I feel disturbingly old and slightly pedo-ish." Zumi smirked, trying to hide her giggles.
-
"Then you've been dead for maybe fifty years, I don't suggest you go back to Earth. It's a nuclear wasteland at the moment." Vincent informed, conjuring a small screen that started showing the wreckage that was once Earth.
-
"Oh..." Zumi looked at the screen with heartbreak. "That's...so depressing." she felt tears burn at the edges of her retinas but she couldn't quite allow them to over flow. "That's horrible." she added, her eyebrows curving and giving her an unhappy facial expression. "What happened?" she asked, looking at Vincent sadly, questions springing from her acid green eyes.
-
"A newly created USSR started a nuclear war, an intergalactic Organization known as the Archive tried to stop it but they didn't get there in time. As far as I know only 70,000 people survived." Vincent replied as he put his hand on her shoulder.
-
Zumi sighed, giving the screen an eyeful. "Can't believe it happened. Too bad I wasn't there, then I could avoid this mess." Zumi scrunched her nose up, looking sad but also disappointed. "Oh well.." she felt a tingling sensation and very slowly she turned her head and saw Vincent's hand touching her. Her right eye twitched ever so slightly, though she held back any comments. Maybe she was the only one that felt it and she sure as heck didn't want to bring it up if she was, otherwise he would up and leave her and she didn't want that. He was the only one she came across that was sort of like her, that was undead but at the same time had emotions and feelings and acted as if they were human. Zumi ignored the tingling heat that arose from his touch and grabbed a frosty from the tray, remembering the days when she used to drive and get these all the time from Wendy's a fast food chain where she lived. Nostalgia swept through her, but the tingling from the touch didn't even ebb away even then.
-
"You should stay and watch my fight, whats going on at the moment is a tournament held by Lucifer for some incredible power. My fight is next..if my opponent ever gets here." Vincent said aloud, he felt weird. He was actually hoping she would stay.
-
Zumi could hear the hope in Vincent's voice and felt relief as she realized that she wasn't the only one feeling weird. Smiling, Zumi blinked slowly, toning down her eyes to a jade green before looking at him brightly. "Sure." she smiled wildly, her bright white teeth flashing in contrast to her pale, gray skin. The writing "love" that was barely seen above where her heart would be pounding seemed to fade, but not entirely. Zumi paid no attention as she looked at Vincent adoringly. "I think that would be fun." she smirked, her eyes curious and alight with mischief.
-
"It's a death-match." Vincent informed as he took another bite of his evil hamburger, it squirmed a little and finally seemed to die. "Against my Father's girlfriend, lover, person.. It's complicated." Vincent murmured as he swallowed, the screen that once showed the wasteland was now showing the former fights, Abel killing Jeffery was the first scene. "She's pretty powerful." Vincent said, Hikaru's last fight coming onto the screen.
-
"Hm." Zumi smirked a little, though she seemed to deflate at the idea. "Too bad I can't fight." Zumi seemed to think about her words. "Well, I can though I don't really know how to control much of it, which is bad." Zumi shrugged, though, because she could care less really. She didn't have any enemies. Yet. "I guess I don't have to worry about it though." she smirked. "I wanna watch you." she added, smirking at Vincent.
-
"I can teach you if you want." Vincent suggested.
-
"Okay." Zumi smiled wildly at him, shocked at his suggestion. "That'd be fun."
-
"I can teach you necromancy, nothing helps you sleep at night then fourteen-hundred zombified bodyguards outside your door." Vincent said, standing up and taking ahold of her hand, disappearing as they teleported to a secret place.