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Post by The Storyteller on May 27, 2019 20:36:26 GMT -5
 Dread Master 3 vs Funami Tsunami Location: Ziost Tag: Funami TeriyakiThe Dread Master number 3 sent to Ziost quickly begun his part of the ritual. Located in his own structure hidden 400 miles from The Ziost Citadel. Funami Tsunami a fierce Sith Apprentice arrives to destroy the 3rd Dread Master. |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 28, 2019 10:07:40 GMT -5
“Aren’t we going to get possessed like all the others?”
The pilot nervously glanced at the co-pilot seated to his right and from him upon the small-framed child standing in the back of the cockpit. The Sithling’s presence did little to lift their fears and worries, mainly because her appearance was nowhere near imposing. Expecting someone like Darth Malice or another Dark Councilor, they had been very surprised, if not outright shocked to discover the fate of the galaxy rested upon the small shoulders of a little kid. Deaf to the Force, little did they know that while the girl had the appearance of a child, her aura was of something from nightmares. Feeling the need to address their concerns, the acolyte stepped forth to speak. Violet gaze coolly observed the storm of ash and snow raging behind the transparisteel canopy. The shuttle cared nothing about the sharp wind whipping against its unyielding plates.
“Um, don’t worry about it one bit! I know a way to, uh, break that spell. I can guarantee nobody is going to take over your mind.” She reassured the concerned duo with a sugary smile to form on her lips.
That smile. That oily, drippy, disingenuous smile. It was the kind of smile one wore when aware of something others had no way of predicting.
Not entirely convinced, the pilots nevertheless turned their full attention to navigating through the storm outside. With that done, Funami’s little feet started padding back and forth, unable to find peace. Silencing the anxiety within proved impossible, especially with the insufferable waiting. Breathing deep, Funami thought back and let her black furnace heart burn with bright anger. Although hazy and more like a bad dream, the memories of being robbed of free will came flooding back. Vitiate had managed to take over her mind and body with minimal effort and used the pink-haired child as a murderous puppet to sow havoc wherever she went. Vyrassu’s awakening had broken the spell, freeing her from Vitiate’s malignant will, yet the fear of experiencing the same again remained. Constantly nagging at the back of her mind, the doubt kept her awake at night; fraught with anxiety some powerful entity could put her conscious control over her own body to sleep.
She hated it and the hate provided her with strength.
Armed with the collection of artifacts she had constructed with Darth Malice, Funami focused on steeling her mind against another intrusive attempt at control. Revenge was a powerful motivator. The young acolyte desired nothing more than to throw a hydrospanner in Vitiate’s works, and she fully intended to become this imaginary hydrospanner to devastate the millennia upon millennia of plotting. That would be a suitable revenge for what he and the Dread Masters had done to her. It was most fortunate the Force had returned to Ziost, allowing her to come with a vengeance and wreck one of the architects of the galaxy’s impending demise. It had also permitted more skilled Force sensitives than her to reach out and feel the dangerous spike of power coming from one location. The hidden structure had been revealed to all and silently awaited their arrival.
Breaking through the moody clouds, the shuttle caught sight of the destination and headed straight for it. Even the Sithling’s underdeveloped ability to sense through the Force had picked the somber sensation crawling over her skin now, a testament of the ongoing ritual’s unholy power. Her hand clenched into a fist and shook uncontrollably. There was a desire to control such power, steal it for herself. If powerful enough to annihilate all life in the galaxy, what would it do if absorbed by a single person? She imagined what she could do with such terrible power at her command; things both wonderful and terrifying beyond imagination. Alas, she doubted feasting on the infinite amounts of dark energy would be easy or, indeed, in her capability.
The landing caused a cloud of ashen dust to rise and become one with the howling winds. Stillness settled over the shuttle and there was a window of silence. This was it. There was no turning back. Death welcomed her with open arms and she fully intended to accept the invitation and sabotage the ritual’s completion. The acolyte spun on her heel and headed toward the airlock.
“My lord, are you certain we won’t get possessed?” One of the crew doubted her promise.
She paused and cast a passing glance over her shoulder.
“Indeed.” Funami muttered to herself and closed her hand into a ball of anger, snapping their necks and giving the ultimate protection against mind control. This ensured the Dread Master wouldn’t be able to use the shuttle and its crew against her later.
The ramp lowered and a hooded figure in dark robes dotted with strange eye-shaped patterns descended. The possessed Sith rushing to intercept her reached for their throats, gagging, and the cloaked figure swept past them without a sideways glance, gaze fixed straight ahead. With the gauntlet of Crassus multiplying her prodigious telekinetic prowess tenfold, there was no plausible miracle in the galaxy to save them from her wrath.
“Such fragile creatures you are,” Funami mused in a malevolent hiss, feeling her impossibly strong and ice cold telekinetic hands kneading soft flesh. “You are nothing but insects to me.”
Even though formerly enslaved by Vitiate’s will herself, she wasn’t going to offer any leniency when dealing with the possessed. If anything, it presented her with an opportunity to thin the Sith ranks a little bit and clear the path for her future ascension. Sith knew no mercy or compassion when climbing the hierarchical ladder and it would be a pity to let the current crisis go to waste and forego this chance at uplifting herself.
Entering the structure, her cloak unfurled like crimson wings and a pair of arms rose up; squeezing, crushing, destroying. Like a dog without a master, her telekinetic fury had been unleashed in a way no Jedi would ever comprehend. The Force was merely a catalyst that sensed her rage, empowering her more than it ever had before. Fuelled by the dark side and held back by no moral restraints, the psychokinetic hatred long hidden in her small body spewed forth to power the terrible engine of destruction she had become. She could use her gift to crush her victim’s windpipes, break their bones, pull their eyes from their heads, break their necks, tear their beating hearts from their chests, hurl and plaster them against the walls, crush bone and sinew to bloody pulp.
She understood the stakes and also knew the rewards for saving the galaxy would be great indeed. Right then and there, she didn’t know what motivated her more; the only certainty was the consuming lust for revenge as her eyes lit up with sadistic glee.
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Dread Master 3
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Post by Dread Master 3 on Jun 6, 2019 22:43:07 GMT -5
Funami Teriyaki , The Storyteller , The Dread Master felt a smirk spread across his face as he watched the shuttle descend through the howling wind. Such a place was unnerving to many. His smirk widened even more as he felt the life essence of the shuttle crew snuffed out like the flame of a candle. Oh, how little she understood. His crimson eyes narrowed behind his mask as he saw the small figure enter the structure in which he stood. His smirk turned into a grin as the life force of each person she killed only served to fuel his power all the more. Tendrils of lightning danced at his fingertips, spreading up his arms for a moment as he stepped out from the shadows in the rear of the building. As he laid eye on the young acolyte, he couldn't keep the sneer from his face behind the mask. They's sent this... child to fight him? He found himself rather insulted at the thought. he began to laugh as lightning danced between his fingertips for several moments more before leaping towards her.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 7, 2019 17:24:13 GMT -5
Distinguishing the man in charge wasn’t hard. Aside from lacking the weird purple glow that indicated possession, he also sported a very unique set of armor setting him apart. And he was tall, like everyone else in Funami’s world. A very angry scowl crossed the acolyte’s features as she scrutinized him and had to mentally curse her small stature once more. Being dwarfed by virtually anyone she came across did little to bolster the Sithling’s confidence. She did, however, have the wonderful and playful power of psychokinesis. Being tiny was ultimately a small price to pay for the ability to move objects with her mind.
“Are you the main bad guy?” Funami blurted out and boldly walked forth, tiny feet stepping through the motionless bags of meat. “Darth Mama doesn’t have the time to deal with you so she sent her best apprentice instead.”
An expression of utter joy spilled into her face.
“MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The little Sithling squealed in a high pitched voice and raised both arms toward the ceiling, grinning.
The strands of electricity jumping within the dread master’s hands threatened to wipe the jovial smirk off her face. With a gesture, she deftly seized two possessed puppets to catch the incoming bolts of lightning for her. Unwillingly, they obeyed and defiantly intercepted the deadly burst of energy before it could land its mark. Columns of smoke erupted from both and filled the place with the stench of burnt hair. Sneering, Funami hurled the corpses directly at the dread master and waved her hands to telekinetically grab more organic projectiles and shields. Doing so spared her the trouble and effort necessary to construct a deflective barrier around herself.
“Bend a knee. It is not too late for my mercy.” Funami scowled, voice dripping with venom.
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Dread Master 3
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Post by Dread Master 3 on Jun 27, 2019 17:17:41 GMT -5
Funami Teriyaki , As she neatly intercepted his attack, he sighed. Those would have made wonderful berserkers... but now.... His eyes narrowed as he studied her small form. "You... are nothing more than an insect, scuttling about...." he sneered as he closed the distance between them. She'd deflected his first attack easily enough... but could she do the same with the rest? His eyes narrowed, calculating. Flexing his fingers around the hilt of his double-bladed lightsaber, he drew deeply on the Force, causing lightning to spark between his fingertips once more. She'd deflected that, so it was time to try something else. His fingers flexed for a moment, a grin spreading across his face hidden by the mask. In the next instant, he reached out to her young mind.... such a fertile ground for terror. So easy to mold. He began to press heavily on her mind, aiming to break her focus and cause her to make a mistake that might prove fatal. As he did so, he swept his lightsaber towards her neck, even as he tried to pull her towards the blade with the Force.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 28, 2019 14:37:17 GMT -5
An angry spark glinting in her eyes followed the rejection of her generous offer. And there was something more, subtly written all over her expression without spelling it out, lusting for his knowledge and power, eager to unapologetically steal it all from him and elevate herself high above her rank. This denial of his had caused such a wave of anger within it projected into her telekinesis – rather than merely grabbing and holding, the invisible hands of her minds crushed upon touch and reduced several live shields into worthless piles of squishy guts. Hands clenched into fists, narrowed eyes set upon the dread master, Funami let the munched intestines fall from her grasp. A west splash on the floor and drops of blood darted in all directions. His refusal was ultimately expected, however disappointing. Forcing an opponent of his caliber into submission would require a great degree of effort and she did not even know if capture was possible, but Funami wanted and there was no stopping her from trying.
“Noo,” snarled the pink-haired brat, “you’re the insect! Not me! You! You’ll leak yellow juice when crushed!”
Fingernails digging into tiny palms, her hands clenched even tighter and readied to lash out via the infinite energies of the Force. For each step forth he took, two carefully measured steps back were taken by Funami to keep her distance. Her mind’s eye suddenly alerted the girl to a much greater threat; one hidden from the naked eye, yet far deadlier than the majestic display of lightning had been. Even blinded by anger, countering his mind shard via mental effort was far beyond her power. It wormed deep into her thoughts and made an effective counter to what followed impossible. Short legs and arms helplessly flailed about in a vain attempt to avert the incoming collision called forth by the dread master’s telekinesis. Twisting, turning, getting caught in her cape and cloak, the small girl watched the inevitable red flash approach. Then darkness clouded her physical vision and she felt the soft fabric of her red cape rustle against her cheeks. Only the magical power of her robe had spared her from blindness.
“Waah!” A shriek erupted and announced hot tears welled up in her eyes. The lightsaber resistant clothing worked as intended, stopping the blade from eating through flesh. That alone wasn’t enough to prevent the searing pain and impact on her neck where the lightsaber had struck. Funami felt it all and found herself overcome with agonizing sensations shooting from her neck throughout the body. Breathing quickly, she realized her heart rate had increased to dangerous levels and she was losing her focus. Panic was a dangerous master; Funami gritted her teeth and stopped another cry from escaping its oral prison, shoving the burning pain aside for the moment. Before the beam of deadly energy could land another mark, Funami deftly snatched a curved object from her belt. Little fingers wrapped around the cylindrical portion of the lightsaber while she sensed the cold, curved part propped against her palm. Momentarily, a narrow shaft of crimson brilliance ignited from the base, slashing about to parry that blade of his. Although aggressive, it was a purely defensive move on her part, intent on distracting his lightsaber and possibly wreaking havoc on his concentration also. With deliberate clumsiness stealing into her motions, she wildly waved her lightsaber his direction.
Regaining control over her mind was paramount. Telekinesis, however trivial for powerful Force sensitives, still required at least a sliver of focus. Intent on buying herself some time, Funami shakily swung her saber overhead and toward the dread master’s mid-section, wielding the elegant weapon like a mace and brutalizing the entirety of lightsaber forms in a single swing. It was a trap; her free hand steadily weaved gentle telekinetic threads meant to discreetly coil around the potent foe’s legs, readying the unseen rope of energy for a powerful yank that would rob the dread master of balance.
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