Armour X
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Armour "x" The Beginning..
I am the stray soul that occupies the armour of deceased warriors, I am drawn to those who had regrets.. something left, "undone" before they fell, by possessing said armour I inherit the skills, the prowess, even the form of these warriors, but, I also inherit their ambitions, their memories. My sole mission is to fulfil the ambitions of warrior "X", what they were unable to achieve before confronted with their own mortality. Once achieved, my soul is forcefully removed from the vessel and I must venture once more, to occupy a new shell. In time I acquired the title "The dreaded soul, Armour X". I am neither pure nor tainted, I am, who they were. That is where my story beings...
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The dreaded soul (Chapter 1)
I found myself lurking the baron wastelands of a post-war battlefield, so many distressed souls, so many cries. The call to a vessel is never left to chance, but is decided by excessive level of regret and the sheer will of the soul crying out. As I scoured the field, I felt intense spiritual pressure surrounding the deceased remains of a soldier, left lying dead center of the battlefield, as I approached the corpse the force grew in strength, it felt as though I was being summoned towards it, against my own will. I could sense the thoughts, the desires, the will of the spirit, all in an overwhelming influx of spiritual transference*. I knew this soul could not be ignored, and so, it was decided, the new vessel in which I would infuse my soul, to carry its burden, its unfinished work, its purpose. Preparations were complete and I began to embed my soul into the core of the corpse, (where the heart is located), the process progressed and muscle began to bind to my bones, flesh scaled down the entirety of my body and finally, I was physically "human" again. At this point my mind was a blank canvas waiting to be consumed by information. Shortly after, memories began to flood my mind, sudden memories of Japan, my entire family, my lifes work, "How did I end up a soldier for the Japanese army?" one of the many questions yet to be answered. As time drew on more information swarmed my mind, where I grew up, my childhood, dreams and fears. Moments passed and I began to experience intense hatred, hatred for a currently faceless effigy, "who is this man", "why do I hate him", I wanted to kill this man but did not know why. I pondered.... hours had passed, in what felt like an eternity, sometime soon after, the faceless image was given features, emotions were made clearer, and thus my purpose was soon realised, I knew everything, I felt everything, tears began to stream down my face as I fell to my knees, weak. I drove my clenched fist into the ground and roared "Watashi wa kazoku no ada o utsudarou", with an echo that would unsettle mountains. I gathered the will to rise to my feet, the mission had begun, I had become the once footsoldier of the Japanese army, Ryuuji Saori.
*Spiritual Transference= The forceful exchange of information from one spirit to another
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Chapter 2
Encounter....
Sunset, the sky was painted a dominant blood red, leaving me feeling somewhat unsettled and “on-edge” but, unwavering, I continued to pursue my objectives. A long road awaited me and hours had past since I infused my being in this vessel, yet, fragments of memory still escaped me, concerning where I was and where I was going but, I had a faint idea. I sought a man by the name of “Kenji”, a blacksmith specializing in armoury, currently inhabiting a rural village at the base of the mountain. According to received data, “kenji” was a childhood friend I grew up with many years ago, I hoped that he would hold some of the missing pieces to the many holes in my memory.
I took a moment to observe my surroundings, the landscape was mountainous and the air was thin, indicating that I was presently at high altitude, it would take at least a full day to reach the bottom, and so sparing little time, I continued to explore the field. I had already covered a few miles and managed to escape the terrain of the battlefield, the smell had shifted, It was no longer the remains of decrepit rotting corpses that swarmed my nasal passages , but the smell of earth and natural wildlife, it was welcoming. The road ahead was a rocky downhill slope that wrapped around the body of the mountain, the silence and lack of movement could convince one that they were part of a living picture...I continued progressing down the path that seemed endless, as I spiralled down the waist of the mountain.
Time drew on, the sun had long retreated and the moon had appeared in its place to illuminate the sky with a powerful lunar glow. Being a soul in a possessed state means, compared to the ordinary human, we are far more resilient to fatigue, our senses are sharper and the entirety of our actions relies on soul essence. The stronger the soul the more they can achieve, but like humans, we souls must rest, failure to do so results in depletion of our power. The absence of essence causes the forceful ejection from vessel “x” and destroyed as a result, due to the lack of energy required to sustain existence. Ultimately, possession taxes a certain minimum of essence to keep souls stable (both mentally and physically) and synchronized with vessel “x”, and death welcomes those souls who don't respect their limits.
Three quarters of the way down the mountain, a hazy figure came into vision, appearing in the distance, I couldn't decipher who, or what it was, instinct caused me to grip the hilt of my blade in anticipation of a hostile encounter. The figure continued to advance with a zombie-like pattern to it's movements, left-to right, right-left, with shallow breaths, I watched vigilantly. Eventually, the figure came to a halt, dead in the moonlight, the light completely consumed all darkness surrounding the entity, revealing what appeared to be an American soldier. I loosened my grip on the hilt and took a moment to observe.
The soldier didn't appear to be...human, the bone structure was weak, remnants of muscle and flesh scattered across the body of the corpse-like soldier and the face showed lack of reason, understanding and emotion. The build indicated the soldier was male, a footsoldier for the American army. He stood, looking in awe, as he gazed deep into distance, I detected a thirst for blood and it was overwhelming my senses. The soldiers eyes then focused down, towards me, I sensed approaching danger and so I tightened my grip on the hilt of my blade once more and prepared to take stance. Without warning, the soldier withdrew his broadsword, tarnished, from the brown scabbard attached to his waist. I prepared to engage him in battle...
He charged towards me, silent and poker faced, his sword held above his head, “A vertical strike” I thought, confidently and prepared to evade right to deliver a counter-strike, the soldier reached point-blank range and swung his sword in a downwards diagonal motion, “What?!” I said in confusion, barely escaping the width of the slash, I managed to barrel roll out of range of the attack and the soldiers sword pierced the ground with a deep dent that would easily had decapitated me, had it made contact. I quickly regained composure and lifted my sword of the ground laying next to me before dashing towards him.
I lunged forward into the air towards the soldier with my sword pressed close against my waist, he struggled to release his sword from the ground so I'd take the opportunity to strike him down, near, nearer....finally within range, experience-data (information received from the primary brain) dictated I aim for his lower vertebrae in an attempt disable him and so I excelled forward to deliver the strike, but in a single moment, he turned with his sword released to parry my attack, deflecting my sword and forcing me 10 feet into the air, I flew through the air, equilibrium out of balance, just for a moment... “What incredible strength!. Prolonging this fight would put me at a large dis-advantage, I must end this soon”, I thought, fearing the raw power of the unknown enemy. I regained my balance with a somersault, landing with my feet dragging four meters along the ground, I stood, panting... the enemy mobilized releasing a demonic roar as he charged towards me, relentlessly. I was not yet fully in-synch with this body or mind and was finding it difficult to move in the way most appropriate for battle, and finding useful information from this mind, under pressure, became exceedingly difficult, I released a large portion of my essence into the vessel allowing me to gain enhanced movements, a route I was hoping to avoid, but options at this point were limited.
The soldier, with a double handed grip, dragged his sword along the ground leaving a trail of debris behind him, the blade dividing the very air as it travelled towards me, if it made contact, the possibility of survival was non-existent, I had to evade at all costs. He swung his sword vertically with ferocious force, an attack intended to destroy anything and everything in range, but I felt the motion... My body, enhanced, reacted, and in an instant, I had vanished from my position, the enemy, in a state of confusion, frantically searched for my presence, “Behind you” I whispered in such close proximity, I could hear the pulse drumming from the back of the soldiers neck. Time seemed to slow as the enemy began to turn, but his fate was sealed. Expending the majority of my remaining essence, I unleashed a swift flurry of attacks, 1, 28, 104, 460.... the sound of the soldiers cries were being drowned out by the sound of my sword penetrating armour and marrow. I dealt exactly 1000 blows, Ryuuji's....my favourite number.
With rapid but precise attacks...I had tore through every vital point in the human body, I sheathed my sword with certainty that this fight was over, a few moments later the soldiers torso fell to the ground, his limbs scattered and the ground dyed crimson red. This fight was over, but I was left wondering.... “What was that? Why did it attack me?, A rejected soul? Perhaps...” I felt extremely weak due to overextension and dropped down to one knee, feeling, “drained” but I had no time to dwell as my remaining essence was approaching critical levels. I required rest but sensed I was close to my destination, and so, I decided to complete my journey to the village, resting once there.
I raised my head and lifted my knee of the ground, as I looked into the distance, I could see smoke which appeared to be coming from a village, I had almost reached my destination, coming that much closer to meeting the old friend who possessed the answers I required....I was one step closer to completing my mission. The sun was peeking behind the mountains, “The beginning of a new day”.
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Soul essence- A source of energy for souls and humans alike, unlike humans, soul depletion, consequently results in death (being is absorbed by the earth) as souls require certain amount of energy to keep themselves in existence. If such an occurrence were to happen to a soul currently engaged in possession, it would result in forceful removal from the vessel, as possession, much like a souls existence, requires a minimum level of ones essence to remain engaged and stable.
Rejected Soul- A soul that forcefully attempts to possess a disapproving vessel, results are often chaotic causing a number of dis-functionalities during the synchronization process, such as; lack of physical development, feral rage and primal understanding, in some instances, exceptionally powerful souls can even induce insanity. Vessel “x” refuses co-operation with the intruding spirit and rejects all attempts at possession. Ultimately, the stronger entity will eventually wins the conflict, but this is a very unpleasant process for both beings, often more so for imposing souls as earthbound spirits are well-known to corrupt their vessels before a complete possession, thus preventing a soul from acting against the intended will of the vessels original pilot.
Souls vs Spirits- Are not to be confused, both are considered to be separate entities born and bound by separate laws, but are able to communicate with each other once specific conditions are met.
< Message edited by Armour X -- 12/19/2011 8:02:20 >
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