[S] Demons in the Light

[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 343

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HP:

100%

MP:

100%

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Target Information:

The ticking of the clock tower, that old and aged clock tower of London, was rhythmic and steady. It was like a time bomb with said time running low, and the trigger stood in the shadow of the upper floor with his eyes set on the horizon. His arms crossed, his chin up high, and a sigh in his breath; this was a new world to explore and it was huge. Not only that, but it was something he had been waiting for. Yes, this land of Elder Tale was one he would thrive in. After living here for just a day, Ripper had learned much of his new surroundings held for him, as well as what they didn’t. There were no laws here, no rules to follow, and no enforcers to get in his way. This was something like the American wild west, and it brought a twinkle to Ripper’s eyes.

Indeed, this was a land of nothing, but a land of everything. Below the clock tower he stood within, dozens upon dozens of lowlife players mingled and chatted. Some cried for ther parents and others hid themselves away, but a daring few escaped into the wilderness in hopes of trying their luck at conquering the new domain. This strong few were but fools, as not only had they targeted the land and its creatures, but someone else had targeted them. Ripper had his eyes set on dominating the digusting filth of players below with his blade, and he would do so without remorse.

“Yes, walk into your battles with smiling faces. Seek glory and fortune so I may take it away from you when it is within your grasp…” The declaration slipped through Ripper’s lips like a curse on the land. It was a disease which would spread like wildfire, and he was going to infect every being he could with it. The fatal plague of death would fall upon the unknowing scum below his feet. For now, however, he simply needed to create a catalyst. That would be child’s play.

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 505

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HP:

100%

MP:

100%

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It didn’t take long for Ripper to return to the streets, and his black tail whisked at the air behind him, swirling mischievously as he let his mind float in its own black sea. He was up to no good, and it seemed as if the world was acknowledging it as many little critters avoided the hidden beast. However, the mask he wore showed different to his fellow players as none of them suspected a thing as Ripper made his way through the crowd. The man was bashful enough to even wear a smile, and several others were foolish enough to return it. What a pity. Such ignorance and lack of information would prove to be deadly for some of them. How many, however, was still a mystery to Ripper. He did enjoy a good chase…

“Hey! Excuse me! Wait! Stop!” The outcry came from behind, and Ripper stepped to his right to get out of the way as a barrage of footsteps approached his position at an alarming rate. These steps had come from a distance, and they seemed to be honing in on his location. With no intention of turning around though, Ripper continued to walk with his eyes pointed straight. Whoever they were, they would not be calling out to him; there was most likely another person around. Ripper was a new player to this land and none of the people he knew in reality cared about the virtual worlds, except for one whom he had buried just so he could silence the fool’s tongue. The man was a damned annoying fellow and the fate he received was a necessary one in order to achieve peace. To say that the world was a better place now without him was an understatement.

Ripper sucked his teeth at the thought of that bastard still being alive and pushed his finger tips against the fabric of his tattered duster, pulling the piece of aged clothing around himself. The cloth was his only piece of armor, but it was tough. It seemed to have the strength of leather without the weight of such a thing, yet its age defied logic. The jacket had to have been almost a century or so old because of how worn out and faded it was. Even so, it did its job. Ripper was guarded from the winds, and he was comfortable in its warmth. Still, he needed some better clothes. He hated looking like the pathetic bugs which he wished to squish beneath his heels.

“Excuse me, Sir!” Suddenly, a tug came on Ripper’s jacket. Instantly, his right hand twitched and moved a little as if he was going to grab his dagger, but he held that back. Rather than show his blade, Ripper showed his face and turned to look at an out of breath woman. She heaved air and was bent over as she tried to catch her breath. Ripper wiggled his nose at the sight and eyed her wearily before pulling both hands out of his pockets.

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 535

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HP:

100%

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100%

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“Stand up, there’s more air up top.” Ripper smiled and placed his left hand on the woman’s shoulder, coaxing her to stand so he could see her weak, disgusting face. He kept a smile on as she did so and got a good look at her due to her standing up straight, his eyes dissecting her equipment as if he was stripping her down mentally. Ripper didn’t know much about the world just yet, but using the knowledge he had in reality would help him discern the strengths and weaknesses items had for the most part. His guesses would not be perfect, but based on an item’s shape and color, he assumed he would be able to estimate its use for the most part. Until he got a hold of much of the available gear and tools, however, he would simply have to leave the absolute up to fate.

Yet, this time around, Ripper didn’t need to look to hard to find his answers. This woman would be horrid in combat to say the least and he could safely assume her probability of survival was low if she didn’t have any help. She had clothes which barely covered her skin, a blade which was shattered in two and rusted, four throwing knives which weren’t exactly secured in place so any rushed movement could cause them to fall out, and a tiny buckler shield that seemed to be ready to shatter at any moment of its own accord. If she had put make-up on, she would probably be a more formidable opponent… and that interested Ripper, so he gave her his attention. Such a pitiful being most likely had something fun to speak about. Ripper was not a fool; information was something one needed to succeed, and he had none of that here. This girl at least looked like she knew something about something, and Ripper was hoping it was about the game and not the next time she would be pole dancing.

“There you go. Slow and steady.” Placing one hand on his waist, Ripper took a comfortable and friendly stance as he watched the woman follow his advice. She raised her thin, stringy arms above her head, puffed out her chest, and inhaled deeply to refill her tired lungs. Oh man, if this wasn’t a public place, Ripper would have wrapped his fingers around her puny throat right then and there, pressed his thumbs together and in, and then snapped her silly excuse of a windpipe. Yet, he was indeed in public, and she seemed to have something he wanted; a proposition. Why else who she have chased him down so eagerly?

“I saw you come out of the clock tower and after looking at you, you seem pretty strong!” Strong? You stupid wench; Ripper had just started. The only strength he had was the fact that he was willing to cut your freaking throat out and wouldn’t blink if your blood got on his jacket. Stupid woman. The fact that he had a duster on to cover his body was luck, chance. He hadn’t stolen it, hadn’t killed anyone for it, and definitely had not picked it up off a monster. Strong? Right.

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 347

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HP:

100%

MP:

100%

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“I hate to disappoint you, but I’m actually just starting. I’m sorry.” Ripper smiled softly and shrugged a little, showing the palms of his hands as he forfeited the meager bit of information. The woman pushed her lips together and scratched at the back of her head a little as she stared at Ripper, she seemed determined.

“The hell do you want lady? Is death really that intriguing to you, you silly little who—“

“It’s okay. I’m just looking to gather a few people to do some exploring! You looked interesting so I figured I would ask if you would like to come along.” The woman smiled as she happily expressed her true reason for stopping Ripper. This dumb cockroach was annoying, however this was an opportunity, and Ripper enjoyed those. The idea of teaming up with another group of players for the time being would prove useful for him. He didn’t know much about the game so hopefully they would, and he would sap as much of it out of them as possible until the right time came.

“I guess, I would not mind doing some exploring of the area. I have not actually played any games like this in the past so I do apologize if I am clumsy.” The blatant lie would be a good cover, as Ripper had actually played this type of game many times. Although, he had done so through a television, not with his bare hands.

“That’s okay! My sister and I are both pretty new to this kind of stuff too so maybe we can learn together! I’m Rin by the way.” The little girl with orange hair smiled as she introduced herself and extended her hand. Ripper returned his smile and gently took the greeting hand.

“I am Wes. It is a pleasure to meet you, Rin.” And it will be a pleasure to devour your innocent soul, you pathetic excuse for a human being…

“Come on, let’s go meet up with the others!” Others? Oh, right, she had mentioned her sister. How many more would there be…?

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 457

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100%

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Three.

As Ripper turned the corner with his new acquaintance, Rin, he watched patiently as the orange haired girl trotted off ahead to meet up with a group of three other players who seemed to be preparing themselves. Two of whom were female, the third was a medium sized male. The man wasn’t extremely oversized, but the plate armor he wore and the massive shield he held in the dirt made him a little more formidable, a little more. He would be a problem in a frontal fight, but depending on his personality, how much of a problem could change. For now, Ripper would play his part as to not incite his rage. Though, the females seemed to be easier to maintain. They were far to giggly and focused on their own new gear to be upset about anything. Maybe they were new as well.

“Ladies, Grac, this is Wes. I just nabbed him from the marketplace.” Rin took of the speaker role and did the talking for Ripper, who simply smiled at the girls and the Guardian as she did so. He was not bothered by her initiative; it meant less wasted breath.

“Good evening.” Speaking with a silky smooth tone, Ripper bowed slightly like a defined nobleman would as he greeted the girls and the unamused fellow. The girls seemed to react happily, and the knight simply turned sour towards him for a moment, but that didn’t last as he turned away and pulled his shield from the earth below. Impatient and territorial it seemed, or maybe there was something else?

“Let’s get going before the sun sets. I would rather not get lost and get killed for a stupid mistake.” The knight, who was named Grac from what Rin had stated, quickly began to make his way towards the exit gate of the city without much warning. The girls looked at him scornfully as he took the lead. However, unlike them, Ripper was content with the move. He wished to get things going as well as the day was indeed fading; if he waited too long, it would be far too dark for him to return safely. The three girls gawking at him made him extremely uncomfortable too and he wished to get away from their wishful thoughts as swiftly as possible.

“I agree. We should make haste.” Following in the steps of the Knight, Ripper ushered the girls along and waved at them to hurry along. Thankfully, they didn’t waste any more time dawdling and did indeed begin to follow the two males out of the city limits. As they did so, Ripper held back a wicked smile which would have spread from one ear to the next. Oh this would be fun…

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 488

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HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target(s):
Rin, Grac, Vixen, Taymei.

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Target Information:

The players seemed to be a tight knit group of adventurers. Each of them is a different class and they work well together, however...

Grac seems to be discontent with something. It is unsettling to the females and creates a bit of a rift in the group. He does his job as a Guardian but does not show any positivism to the rest of the party.

Vixen seems to be more off in her own world than down to Earth, causing members to call out to her multiple times before she catches herself in the clouds.

Taymei is an airhead with a battleaxe, but she is quite brutal and useful. She attacks when called upon and happily engages any targets which come into range of the party. This causes problems for Grac, as she sometimes steals the aggro.

Rin, the supposed party leader, is quite random in what she wishes to do and the party ends up walking a lot or waiting as she tries to make a decision. The impatient Grac has countered this by using the excuse of fighting while they wait; this has caused Vixen and Taymei to become a little tired of him.

“Wow, they’re so cute!!” The purple haired foxtail named Taymei wiggled her own tail happily as she stared at a tiny little baby Frenmic Rabbit. The creature stared up at the woman with curious eyes and wiggled its whiskered nose, but then its eyes flashed red. A moment later the girl’s eyes also changed as she became a demon herself.

“Sorry, little guy…” A moment later, a two handed battleaxe crashed down into the foliage; the rabbit was gone. A few meters away, Ripper raised an eyebrow and stared at the purple foxtail as the woman twisted her axe almost like she was ensuring the pixels were gone. She was quite attractive from behind, to say the least.

“Look out, Vixen!” Snagging Ripper’s attention was an outcry of fear, followed by metal clashing with bone. Looking forward to the group ahead was almost second nature, and Ripper got a full view of the situation in an instant. With his shield raised, Grac held back the tusks of a level three pittered boar. The honorable knight grit his teeth and squeezed his fists to get a firm grip of his shield before pushing back with all of his strength. The boar snarled and huffed as it dug its hooves into the ground, hunkering down like a tank.

“Now! While I have it trapped!” Grac shouted, and a pair of overly bright fireballs blasted the earth in front of the Knight. Ripper closed his eyes a little and drew his own daggers, eyeing the explosions as he searched for the evidence of the aftermath. To the party’s dismay, the boar was still standing, although burned to the bone in some places.

“My turn…” Ripper whispered under his breath as the purple fox made her way to his side. Her ears perked up as she caught the brief song of courage and it seemed like she was about to say something in response, but Ripper was already gone. His silent feet moved like pistons as the player shot across the landscape, turning the ten meter distance to nothing but centimeters.

Just as he reached the boar, Grac shoved it backwards and created some distance to give Ripper space to attack; whether he moved or not though, Ripper would have struck. Without using a single skill, Ripper sliced his rusty, dull daggers through the boar’s flesh, cutting deep into the digital creature with all of his might. Without hesitation, he created a chain reaction within his muscles and continued to slice away at the beast even as it howled in pain and tried to run. After unleashing a dozen or so strikes, Ripper kicked the boar off its feet, caused it to stagger, and then roundhouse kicked it onto its side. With the opening made, Ripper took a few steps back and then to the left as his fellow purple fox came down from above, battle axe raised well above her head.

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 836

Tags:

HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target(s):
Rin, Grac, Vixen, Taymei.

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Target Information:

The players seemed to be a tight knit group of adventurers. Each of them is a different class and they work well together, however...

Grac seems to be discontent with something. It is unsettling to the females and creates a bit of a rift in the group. He does his job as a Guardian but does not show any positivism to the rest of the party.

--Grac has separated himself from the party. The three female members have also turned their backs to him.--

Vixen seems to be more off in her own world than down to Earth, causing members to call out to her multiple times before she catches herself in the clouds.

Taymei is an airhead with a battleaxe, but she is quite brutal and useful. She attacks when called upon and happily engages any targets which come into range of the party. This causes problems for Grac, as she sometimes steals the aggro.

Rin, the supposed party leader, is quite random in what she wishes to do and the party ends up walking a lot or waiting as she tries to make a decision. The impatient Grac has countered this by using the excuse of fighting while they wait; this has caused Vixen and Taymei to become a little tired of him.

“Phew! Looks like we got another one!” Taymei shouted, standing up straight as the boar shattered into pixels. The woman wiped some false sweat off her forehead and smiled happily, a lone fang protruding from her mouth as she did so. Ripper sheathed his daggers and pulled his duster over them, concealing his offensive ability once more as he relaxed.

“This is actually getting fun.” Vixen, a hot red haired Elven woman said as she planted her cleric staff in the ground to support herself on. Grac sighed and shrugged, as if he was bored with everything going on, but then after he made a defeated face he turned and looked towards Rin, who seemed to be thinking to herself.

“What next, oh great party leader?” He asked boldly, causing everyone to turn their gaze towards the supposed intellectual of the group. Rin hadn’t exactly noticed at first and was far too lost in her own mind to realize she was being looked upon, but then the feeling sank in deep. When she noticed the four pairs of eyes, her cheeks burst into a rosy red.

“I… I’m sorry?” She asked earnestly, obviously showing that she had been deaf to the world in those few moments of silence.

“What next?” Grac repeated, this time with a bit of a rumble. He seemed to irritate easily and it seemed he was getting more and more fed up with the party. The Knight’s actions were becoming more aggressive towards the females and his attacks were much more offensive than defensive now. They had only been wandering for ten minutes and he was already like this? Dirtbag.

“Well… maybe we should kill some more boars… They seem to be pretty safe, don’t you guys think?” Instantly, Grac’s expression turned sour as he looked towards the other three around him. VIxen shrugged and gave off an almost drunk smile as she hung on to reality by a thread. She was in her own fairytale world it seemed. Taymei glanced over towards Ripper rather than answering.

“I’m quite okay with boars. How about you, Rip?” Taymei had elected to call Ripper by his character name. Apparently real names weren’t actually meant to be used in-game. Ripper respected that and followed that rule as well; partying up seemed to be beneficial for the most part when it came to learning how to play. Yet under his pale skin, Ripper was much on the side of Grac; he couldn’t stand these twits. If it wasn’t for that Knight, he would have chopped that damned purple tail off long ago.

“I am of the same mind. Shall we continue?” Ripper looked over towards Rin with a smile, but it was at that moment that Grac snapped. Yes, he had reached his limit and the veins in his forehead looked as if they would burst. He snarled and squeezed the sword he held in his left hand and slammed the shield in his right onto the ground.

“Why boars?! Why do we have to fight such weak things?! Why couldn’t we go into that dungeon we found earlier! It would have been much better than doing this repetitive crap!” Grac shouted, making Rin take a step back from him. Vixen’s eyes sharpened and Taymei seemed to become a little irritated. It was like she was babysitting a child; Ripper silently agreed but he didn’t say it. Instead, the man stepped forward and placed his hand on Grac’s shoulder, dissent instantly feel on the limb.

“Calm yourself, Grac. There is nothing wrong with practicing and leveling at a steady pace.” Ripper said with a happy tone, smiling as he looked up towards Rin in hopes it would reassure her to keep the party together. Grac on the other hand would have none of it and swung his shield towards the other man beside him. Ripper took a very gentle hop back and glided out of the Knight’s reach to avoid the hit.

“Shut it, pretty boy. I didn’t ask for your input.” Grac barked and then snarled, showing the hidden fangs of his wolfhair race. Ripper sighed and shook his head, and that pushed Grac over the edge.

“I’m sick of this. Message me when you guys are done with this pathetic game of play. I’ll be at the inn.” With that, Grac removed himself from the party and quickly stormed out of the clearing. Rin frowned and her gaze dropped to the floor, tears lingering at the edge of her eyelids.

“I’ll go talk to him, Rin.” Taymei spat, literally, and made a move to take a step. She was immediately stopped by Ripper’s left hand. He shook his head and began to walk himself.

“No, I’ll handle him. That was pitiful. You three go find another boar. I will catch up.” Vixen sighed and stood up as Ripper made his declaration. Then, she made her way over to Rin and nudged her. As Ripper made his brief exit, the three girls returned to hunting.

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 533

Tags:

HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target(s):
Rin, Grac, Vixen, Taymei.

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Target Information:

The players seemed to be a tight knit group of adventurers. Each of them is a different class and they work well together, however...

Grac has been eliminated.

Vixen seems to be more off in her own world than down to Earth, causing members to call out to her multiple times before she catches herself in the clouds.

Taymei is an airhead with a battleaxe, but she is quite brutal and useful. She attacks when called upon and happily engages any targets which come into range of the party. This causes problems for Grac, as she sometimes steals the aggro.

Rin, the supposed party leader, is quite random in what she wishes to do and the party ends up walking a lot or waiting as she tries to make a decision. The impatient Grac has countered this by using the excuse of fighting while they wait; this has caused Vixen and Taymei to become a little tired of him.

Once he was out of sight from the girls, Ripper picked up his pace and quickly chased after Grac. The Knight wasn’t too far off, but he was just out of earshot. Shouting would be far too strenuous and Ripper truly didn’t want to do any calling out. That would attract unwanted attention if there were any other players in the area. So, he kept his voice to himself until he was much closer. Before he even said anything, he was actually close enough to reach out and touch Grac. By then, the Knight had turned to see who was following him.

“What the hell do you want?” Grac stated bluntly, squeezing his shield as the arrogant man took a distant stance. Ripper simply smiled and approached at a walking pace.

“I just wish to talk. You know, it wasn’t very nice to shout like that. Rin doesn’t seem like the girl who would like that kind of thing.” As he drew closer, Grac took a step away but that step was small, and Ripper didn’t stop.

“The hell would you know? You just met her!” Grac retorted, sneering as the other man invaded his personal space. He was about to swing at Ripper, but the foxtail stopped encroaching at the end of his reach. Clever.

“Well, she seems like some other girls I knew...” Ripper thought back to the other girls whom he had known… And a smile crossed his face, one which very few had ever seen. That made Grac uneasy and he took another step away. As his foot touched the ground, Ripper’s right hand moved. Before Grac could react, there was a poisoned dagger in his right side, wedged between the weak spot in his armor and buried deep within his own ribcage. The plated man’s eyes shot open wide and he gasped out in both surprise and pain.

“...And killed…” The whisper from Ripper’s lips immediately brought alarm to Grac and the man tried to seperate himself from the assassin, but it was too late. Ripper swiftly swept out the overweighted man’s feet and slammed him onto his back. As Grac hit the floor, Ripper pulled out the sword on his hip and disarmed him. Then, with the same sword, Ripper pinned Grac to the forest floor by shoving the blade through his right shoulder. The man shouted out in pain as the sight of a piece of metal piercing him filled his eyes. Ripper grinned.

“Now, I do enjoy hunting women… but the lovely faces you are making now make this so worth it.” Readying his poisoned daggers, Ripper kicked Grac in his skull and then placed his boot across the man’s windpipe. Immediately, Grac used his free hand to try and remove the foot; useless.

“Yes, struggle…” Slowly, Ripper began to add pressure. Ever so gently he squeezed the immobilized man’s throat beneath the sole of his shoe and gradually cut off the oxygen flow.

“Now sleep… Like the pathetic child you are…” The consciousness within Grac’s eyes began to fade as he lost the ability to breathe, and the grip on Ripper’s boot became more lax. The last thing he saw was Ripper’s smiling face.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 794

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HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target(s):
Rin, Grac, Vixen, Taymei.

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Target Information:

Grac has been dealt with. The foolish Knight let his guard down for only a moment, and now he has suffered... Now it's time to return to the girl's--

Or not...

With the Knight sleeping, Ripper poked the defenseless stomach once more with his dagger, causing the poison effect to bleed the man steadily again. The health bar of the knocked out player was fading, yet he didn’t get a chance to finish the sleeping rat off as the sound of ruffling leaves caught Ripper’s attention. Using his sharp fox ears, Ripper tracked the location of the sound and withdrew his dagger from Grac’s sleeping gut. Looking up and to his right, he found himself staring at the frightened face of the purple haired Taymei. Her eyes were already full of horror, her mouth was gaped wide open, and her hands were hovering by her head; it was as if she could believe what she was seeing!

“W-what are you… AAA--” Shooting across the ground as the girl’s mouth and lungs began to open in an attempt to scream, Ripper slapped his hand across her lips and then slammed her back against the tree to their left. His bright blue eyes narrowed on her purple orbs and he sneered at her, a dagger poking at her stomach as he quietly dared her to resist. She wiggled a little and pushed at him, but the man’s strength practically nullified hers.

“Shut your disgusting lips you wretch…” Ripper leaned down close to Taymei’s face and blew hot air across her face before grinning wide. His first little prey… And she was beautiful.

“You know… I was staring at you a lot while we trained. You’re actually my type… Pretty, violent, and bloodthirsty…” Ripper smiled as he gently swirled his blade against Taymei’s skin, using the very tip of his weapon to touch her. She whimpered beneath his hand and stared down at the sharp object brushing against her, flexing her stomach in as to get away from the weapon. Her hands trembled, her heart raced, and she was paralyzed from the fear, but she kept looking back and forth between Ripper’s face and his knife.

“But that scream you were about to let out was quite saddening. If only you had been smiling instead… then I would have been able to fall in love...” With that, Ripper stuffed his dagger into the girl’s abdomen; the metal vanished. With a satisfying puncture, the painful strike began to fill the girl with poison and agony. She released a slight yelp at the feeling and started to become weaker in her knees. They trembled as the feeling of the solid object filled her body; it hurt, and she couldn’t get away. It was as if a stolen kiss was sapping her dry… Too bad.

“Such a waste…” Ripper whispered into the woman’s ear, twisting his knife to increase the damage output. Then, he heard more footsteps as well as shouting in the direction he and Taymei had both come. That was when he realized his mistake. Unlike Grac, the one in front of him was still connected to the other two girls through the party system; which meant that they could see her losing health at an alarming rate and could see the poison effect beside her health bar. Ripper cursed at the realization and yanked his knife out of the weak woman’s stomach as he caught sight of the other two girls coming into view to his right.

“Your friends are here…” Ripper muttered angrily, grabbing a massive handful of Taymei’s lovely purple hair. Yanking her off the tree by said hair, he dragged the stumbling, crying, muted woman into the middle of the clearing and then stood her up in front of him so she could see her friends running to her rescue. They were a long, long, long, ways away...

“R… Rin…” She called out in a soft, defeated voice as she began reaching with her quivering right hand. As the two girls came closer and closer, the Taymei’s health dropped closer and closer to zero. Ripper narrowed his eyes on the two incoming threats and raised his dagger up to Taymei’s throat, acknowledging that the poison was far to slow. He would need to take a more… direct… method.

“TAYMEIIII!!!!!!” Rin shouted as if that would save her friend. Her voice boomed through the now quiet forest; a waste of oxygen. A moment later, Ripper stabbed his rusty, poisoned dagger into his victim’s neck, puncturing as much flesh as possible with the tool. Taymei’s eyes thrust open and her jaw dropped. Oxygen was cut off to her lungs and she immediately began to suffocate. Her cheeks filled with a rosy red color and her body stiffened up. Once her health was in an acceptable range, Ripper withdrew the knife and then performed one last simple motion;

The edge of his blade slid across Taymei’s exposed throat.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M

[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 746

Tags:

HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target(s):
Rin, Grac, Vixen, Taymei.

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Target Information:

Grac and Taymei have both been dealt with, and now that the cat was out of the bag; there is no need to hold back. Both remaining targets have appearaed, now it is time to erase them.

“BASTARD!!!!” Rin shouted as Taymei’s lifeless body was cast aside by her killer, who was grinning, and she drew her sad excuse for a blade. Ripper began to chuckle at the sight and drew his second knife while eyeing her readily, taking a stable stance as Taymei burst into pixels and items to his right; the weak deserved to perish.

Rin’s blade came quick as the fellow Assassin class character engaged Ripper with all of her might. However, Ripper was no boar and his motions were not defined by code. Rather than simply block or take a hit and retaliate, he deflected the strike away from himself and thrust his second dagger up. Realizing the hole in her defense, Rin grit her teeth and pulled her body back in a defensive arch. It was futile. The tip of Ripper’s blade caught her cheek, slicing through her tender flesh and infecting her body with poison. Immediately, the effect took hold and she staggered away, her movement restricted slightly due to the initial effect. Vixen cast her fireball skill to support her ally, but there was no tank to keep Ripper occupied and standing in one spot. The fireballs slammed onto the forest floor and the murderer nimbly dashed passed Rin and away from the flames.

“Crap!” The yelp from Vixen was broken as she raised her staff in a defensive manner, hoping it would protect her like it had protected her from the boars. How foolish. Ripper slashed one dagger down and wedged it into the magician’s tool, wiggling the blade slightly to ensure his cut was deep. Then, he extended his right hand forward and beyond the staff, punching Vixen firmly in the stomach. She coughed hard as the air in her lungs were forced out of her from the force, and her head dropped down as if it had become the weight of a feather. Little did they know, Ripper’s combat ability wasn’t because of the game but it was because of his martial arts training; there would be no restrictions saving them from him, and they were about to learn what a real fight was...

“Vixen!” Rin shouted once more, her voice giving evidence of her swift recovery. The poison had worn off? Glancing over his shoulder, Ripper sighted Rin coming up behind him. With a hard forward kick, he removed Vixen from the equation for the moment and drilled her into a tree a few feet away from where they were standing. Then, he turned around and spearheaded Rin’s attack, an upwards slash, deflecting it once more.

“You… Murderer!” Rin's lungs bellowed out her screams shouted over the heavy breaths she was taking. Ripper grinned and charged forward, slamming his shoulder into Rin’s chest and forcing her off balance; which was an understatement as she actually went airborne for a few seconds. He had expected her to use her shield to defend herself, but the inexperienced girl was far too slow and took his tackle right to her core. The blow’s shock damage was increased exponentially and it looked as if her body had stopped moving.

By the time she hit the ground hard on her back, Ripper was on top of her. He stomped down fiercely on her sworded wrist and then dropped to a knee. Using the momentum of the drop, he stabbed one of his daggers through her hand, violently pinning the limb to the ground. Rin screamed out in agony, shouting towards the deaf heavens above her as she made the agony become music. A moment later, Ripper filled her screaming mouth with rusted and poisoned iron, quickly putting an end to the symphony. The dagger pierced the girl’s tongue, split into the lower part of her skull, and burst out the back of her head. The Assassin held his blade firmly for a moment, letting Rin understand the difference in their strength even if they were the same level, and watched as her eyes showed something far more than just fear; it was as if she was looking at death itself. Then, he twisted and removed his blades from both spots on Rin’s body.

With himself now free, Ripper stood up. As he returned to his feet, Ripper kicked the girl across the face and looked up as the sun suddenly rose over the horizon to his left. In all actuality, this was no sun…. It was Vixen. That determined soul just wouldn’t quit, would she?! Fine then.

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[Ripper]

Wes Alsworth | Ripper | Death awaits the marked...

Word Count: 1099

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HP:

100%

MP:

100%

Target(s):
Rin, Grac, Vixen, Taymei.

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Target Information:

A lovely conclusion....
All targets; Eliminated.

Unlike last time, there was no time to react and dodge, so Ripper was forced to defend himself. Raising his arms up, he made a cross in front of his body as a magical ball of flame smashed into him. His health dropped slightly and his clothes were singed by the heat and flames that surrounded him for a moment. Yet, they didn’t last long as the compact ball blasted apart on impact. A few meters away, Vixen leaned on her staff and fought against might gravity to barely hold herself up. She was most likely still a little stunned from the hard impact with the tree. That was good. If she wasn’t, then this situation would be a problem.

Ripper didn’t wait for her to cast another spell and sprinted forward, squeezing his blades tight in his hands. The weary mage called upon the gods for help and summoned another array of fireballs around her, shooting them at Ripper in a desperate manner as if to try and kill him in one hit. This made them easy to avoid, and the nimble Assassin had an easy time sifting through the hot air and swiftly broke through the small barrage. Once he was through, he was in her face. Ripper grabbed ahold of the staff and yanked it up into the sky, forcing Vixen’s latched hands to extend away and expose her body. Vixen winced at the sudden movement but then an even greater pain filled her eyes as Ripper buried a knife into the center of her chest. The blade pierced through her clothing with ease and split her virtual sternum in half. If this was reality, there would have been a very satisfying cracking or snapping sound...

Waiting only for a moment, Ripper let the pain settle, and then retracted his knife from Vixen’s core. Next, he forced her hand back down, putting the still extended limb between them. It lingered for a moment, and then it was gone, severed. With a mighty blow, Ripper’s dagger sliced through digital flesh, bone, and muscle, splitting Vixen’s arm from the elbow down. Her eyes began to close as her conscious faded. It seemed that the mental agony was too much for her to bare. She didn’t have time to pass out however, as Ripper stabbed her right between the eyes; killing her almost instantly as her health bar was emptied in a rapid fashion. Like icing on the cake, just before she faded into nothing Ripper slid his knife free of the dying woman’s cranium and then turned around to see Rin attempting to crawl to Grac.

“G… Grac! He-Help me! P-please!” She cried out, her voice shaken and nearly gone as her body was litterally beginning to quit on her. The game was virtual, but the brain was easily tricked into believing the unreal. Ripper grinned at the sight of Rin’s useless attempt to escape and made his way quietly over to her, making good use of his Tracker subclass to do so. When he was essentially hovering over her, he dropped down with a violent knee like before, but this time he dug it into her back. A moment later, he severed her outstretched hand from her arm. Rin began to scream a blood curdling cry of pure terror.

“He won’t answer you..” Ripper whispered into her ear, and then he stabbed the girl through the back of her neck; piercing her spinal column. Due to the game’s influence, however, she was not paralyzed. Though, the strike made it quite difficult for her to move her head, forcing her to stare at her savior as he began to regain consciousness.

Ripper left the dagger in the girl’s neck, pinning her to the forest floor, and made his way over to Grac as the man’s eyes started to open and blink. Before he could move away or make any attempts at recovery, Ripper removed the Knight’s sword from its owner’s shoulder and kicked the man in the head, causing Grac to roll over. When his body came back around, Ripper’s right hand collapsed on his face with extreme force, blasting the lights out of the already weakened player. He was out cold again in a flash, but this time Ripper would finish him and with two of the girls dead and the last one immobilized, there would be no interference this time. Using Grac’s own blade, Ripper ended the Guardian’s life by stabbing him directly through the torso.

“N… No…” Rin whispered feebly and watched as another friend was stolen from her. As Grac faded into dust, Ripper returned to Rin and knelt down in front of her, a grin still on his face but this time it seemed quite sincere. Unlike the others, he would give her a moment of solace. Yanking his blade from her neck, he freed Rin from her imprisonment and then carefully pushed her over onto her back.

“W… why?” Rin asked, grabbing onto the man’s duster. Unlike last time, this grip was weak, shaking, fearful.

“Don’t hate me, RIn. I do not want your items, I do not want your money. I simply want you dead because you are human. And I hate humans. They are such a disgusting race.” With that, he readied his knife. Yet before he could deliver the finishing blow, Rin coughed out a strange question…

“B-but… aren’t you… human too..?” That made Ripper pause. He looked down at the young woman and stared into her trembling eyes. He froze up for several seconds, pausing as his mind took in the question; he didn’t have an answer. What? He didn’t have an answer…?

“Good bye, Rin.” No, he did not answer the question. He simply pierced her abdomen once more, causing Rin’s health bar to empty. Her eyes opened slightly wider and her hand’s grip loosened. A moment passed of the silent passing and then she became pixelated dust…

“How can I be human… when I have the ability to kill without blinking…?” Ripper grimaced as he stood up. He looked down at where Rin had been struggling, over to where Vixen had made her stand, down to where Taymei had fallen, and then over to where Grac’s fortress fell. Then, he looked at his own hands. Ripper imagined all of the blood which had gathered on his hands and frowned. Closing his eyes for a moment, he relished in what he had just done and then took in a deep breath. When he exhaled, he disconnected from the party and sheathed his daggers.

The hunt was over.

Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M