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Necroscope Legacy « Thread Started on Feb 23, 2008, 11:32pm »
(This RP is based off one of my favorite vampire book series, The Necroscope Saga, yes it's a vampire RP, but it's also a book, so there. HA! Anyways, I've wanted to do this for a long time and since there wasn't much time before, I've taken it now to start on it.)
Rick was just finishing digging out the entrance to a tomb to the biggest archeological find of the century. Having spent all his funding on the trip to South America, braving the harsh and dangerous rain forest, and the poisonous creatures and the insects littering under every leaf on the forest floor, just for this place he had spent his entire life looking for. The temple of the fallen Dark Mayan God, Camazotz, where he was believed to be banished by the Sun Gods for his attempts to conquer the world with a mysterious plague. It was his dream to find this place and prove to the world that there was a structure built to banish the Dark God. Ever since he was in college, the idea of finding this place had haunted his dreams and now, at last, he was at its doorstep and just one more shovel full of dirt away from entering the forgotten temple.
Turning to the men he had hired as guides and work crew, he spat rapid orders in Spanish and the men doubled their efforts to dig out the entrance. The men shoveled and pick axed at the rock and dirt and plant life that covered the front of the temple and soon it was unearthed at last.
Rick stepped back away from the spot he had been working on alongside the men and marveled at the workmanship that was put into the construction of the place. He awed at the size of the front and the eroded stones that made it up. Oddly, when they had first found it, it was covered with a plant called Blood Roses, a deeply dark red rose that gave off a very sweet scent, but was dangerous like any other rose for its stem was covered in sharp, pointy thorns that ran up from the bud down to the ground. It took them forever to cut the plants back and clear them out for the men to get to digging, but it was all worth the effort now. Rick was now standing where people had once walked centuries ago to banish one of their greatest fears from the world, and now, he would see if that fear really did exist.
Speaking some more commands in Spanish, he ordered the men that would be going inside with him to gather the equipment and begin the exploration. Gingerly, he rubbed the dirt and sweat from his face and arms with a already dirty towel—having used it consistently while digging out the entrance—and tucked it into the rim of his pants and grabbed his backpack and moved to the entrance of the temple. Waiting for the men to gather up, he gave further orders for the working crew to break out camp and get their well-earned rest; they need their energy for the work that would surely come later inside the temple.
The men came with the equipment and they marched inside the temple with flashlights on to pierce the thick darkness inside. Rick moved his light over as much layout as he could, so excited to be walking inside the temple and acting as boy who was just given money to spend at a toy store or his favorite candy store. He eagerly burned everything he saw into his mind, looking for the smallest of telltales that would give him the story of what transpired in this lost temple. As they journeyed further inside, Rick noticed that only dust and some plants covered the walls and flooring of the temple. Nothing else…Not artwork, no pots, no signs of life. It was more like a tomb than an actual temple. The men that had volunteered to accompany him were starting to get nervous. He could tell as he heard two of them whispering prayers under their breath in the total silence of the tomb-like temple.
About an hour’s worth of exploring and Rick and his men stumbled upon a huge statue of an imposing bat creature. Rick beamed with a smile as they found this. It was a statue of the Dark God himself, or what the people envisioned him…but it was so detailed. The bat-creature looked more of a hybrid of a man and the bat at it resembled so close to. A flatten, large nose that was identical to a bat’s, long triangular shaped ears adorned its humanoid head, as for the mouth, Rick was horrified by the fierce design of it. It was gaped, like it was roaring eternally, and the teeth were as long as his index finger and as thick as his thumb, and it was wider than a lion’s maw when opened to its full length. Its body was standing on two strong, thick pair of humanoid legs that ended with taloned feet. The arms were also the things wings, web-membrane from its armpits up its expanded arms to its clawed hands, the pinky longer than the rest to give the wings more length. This thing was indeed a dark god, a horrifying, monstrous god….
Rick turned to the men, to see their reaction to the statue, and wasn’t surprised when he saw some of them creeping back towards the exit that they just came in from. One of them looked ready to piss in his pants where he stood. He turned away from the sad sight and back up at the statue, finding it both frightening and beautiful as it the people who crafted it meant it to be…what wonderful workmanship....
“We’re making camp here tonight,” Rick said in Spanish to the men.
All the men stared at him as if they couldn’t believe he would want to be anywhere near the horrifying statue.
“Senior? Would it not be better…for the men…to camp outside the temple with the other men?” the only English speaking guide said.
His name was Rico and had been a tremendous help to Rick since he first arrived to Brazil, where he first began hiring men for this. Rico stuck with him through the hardest of times, always giving him his support when it seemed all was lost while they trek through the unbearable forest.
“Hmm?” Rick replied, reluctantly taking his gaze away from the statue. “Outside? No, no! It would take too long to get back to the others and get back here tomorrow. No, Rico, I’ve waited too long to find this place to delay anymore time. We’re camping here. Send…” He pointed to the man that looked ready to crap in his pants. “…That one back to inform the rest of the men where we’ll be and to bring in more men tomorrow.”
“More men, Senior?” Rico gaped at him. “Don’t we have enough with us?”
Rick shook his head. “Not for what we have to do.”
“What do we have to do that we can’t do with all the men we have now?” Rico asked curiously, looking back up at the grotesques statue.
“Moving that,” Rick said, pointing up at the statue.
“Move it?!” Rico nearly shouted. “Why move it?”
“Because…” Rick pointed to the scratched up stonework at the base of the statue. “Someone pushed this thing to cover something or block an entry way. I want more men to pull this thing out of the way, without breaking it!” He was quick with the last part. The statue, as disgusting and scary as it was, was still an archeological find—the only find in this place--and therefore bore great importance to this excavation.
“…S-Si, Senior,” Rico sighed heavily and gave the order quickly to the man, who was all to happy to get out away from the statue.
Rick gazed back up at the huge art-sculpture. The men behind him grudgingly broke out their camping gear in the middle of the room, keeping their eyes low from looking at the statue as they worked, as if looking at it will incur it to come to life and gobble them all up in a flash. While they worked, Rick roamed around the room to see if he could find any more hints or secrets to the room. It wasn’t until he came to the base of the statue itself that he found something very peculiar.
Mushrooms…red, fat and long mushrooms were growing at the base behind the statue. As he got near it, he noticed reddish spores falling freshly from under its umbrella-like top. Cautiously, he pulled out the towel he had used as a wipe to cover his mouth, incase the spores proved to be poisonous; the last thing he wanted to happen was to have to be poisoned and end his excavation right here, right when he was so close finding all his answers. He examined the weird fungi and found it wasn’t any he had ever encountered or read about…this two might prove to be a great find. Unstrapping his backpack from his shoulders, he carefully switched hands to keep his face covered as he pulled out his sample jar and pliers and picked one of the mushrooms and put it in the jar, with gentle concern. Some of the spores floated in the air and quickly fell to the ground as he put the thing in the jar, getting it over the opening, the mushroom slipped out of the pliers and, without thinking, let go of the towel over his face and grabbed the for the falling mushroom, catching it in time, but as he his grip tightened around it, the fungi sprayed out more spores, covering his hand and arm and some up in his face.
Reacting fearfully, Rick let go of the plant and ran back to the camp the men had just constructed. Quickly he fished out one of the water bottles in the container, waving his clean arm away to keep the men from getting near him, as he feared they might inhale the spores and be poisoned, too. He used his clean arm to pick up the bottle out of the container and feverishly twisted the top off and poured the water on his face first, to wash the spores that got on there, then poured it over his arm and hand.
Growling at his own clumsiness, he tossed the now empty bottle away from him and glared back at the offending plant. He hoped to god that thing wasn’t poisonous as he knew he had accidentally inhaled some of the spores. Just thinking about it made him sneeze three times in rapid session, trying to purge the spores from his lungs and his nose, but to no avail. He knew those spores wouldn’t come out, and he had no way of telling if he got them all out at this present moment. He’d just have to hope nothing serious would happen to him. Looking at the frightened men, he told them all to stay away from the fungi growing at the back of the statue. If it was deadly, he wanted to be the only one to be affected…his men had worked to hard for him for them to fall ill or die because of him.
Gazing back up at the Dark God, he smiled bitterly, thinking that the thing now looked like it was smiling cruelly at him. He gazed at it coldly now. “What are you smiling about?”
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Re: Necroscope Legacy « Reply #1 on Feb 23, 2008, 11:33pm »
((Just re-posting your parts for you so you don't have to, Nightwing Flash))
"It's been three months and these killings haven't stopped," a tall, broad-shouldered man named Scott Harper said, looking at the screen before him. The screen was currently showing a diagram of murders within the tri-state area. All the murders had one thing in common: the victims had had their necks torn out with what looked to be teeth, very sharp teeth . . . and they were extremely anemic as well. Even more puzzling was the fact that their bodies had disappeared after a few nights, before any autopsies could be performed.
"If anything, they've gotten worse," a smaller, slighter man beside him named Harry Katt added. "And they're spreading, like a plague."
"That's exactly what this is," Harper said. "It's a plague. You know what kind of plague I'm talking about. We'll have to call him."
"Him? Him? Do we need to?"
"We have no choice. We need someone who can fight these monsters on their level. I was hoping I'd never have to unleash him . . . but it seems we have no choice. Get the bastard out of stasis."
"Will do. I just hope it doesn't end up like last time . . ."
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Re: Necroscope Legacy « Reply #2 on Feb 23, 2008, 11:36pm »
~Four months ago~
It took the men, plus the twenty that Rico had brought back with him, to move the demonic statue safety to the side, having roped it and pulled it inch by aching inch away from the wall. When this heavy task was completed, their efforts exposed a hidden tunnel. It was quite a sight, too. When they moved the statue, Rick found more of that strange plant growing out around the tunnel and on the wall of it, some even hanging on the ceiling of it. Spores drifted aimlessly down from them, littering the now lit flooring, with a blanket of red coverage. Rick immediately ordered all the men to cover their mouths and nose with scarves or masks that some had thought to bring. When the men were safely protected from inhaling the spores, Rick turned on his flashlight and shot the light down the fungi possessed tunnel.
“All right, Rico, you’re in charge until I come back,” Rick said, swinging on his backpack over one shoulder.
“Si, senior, I’ll make sure you still have men to come back to,” Rico replied, glancing at the shifting, nervous men.
Rick shot him and the men an encouraging smile. “This won’t be long. Once we see where this tunnel leads up, we’ll turn back, and then we’ll make our way back to town.”
That news of leaving this frightening temple boosted the men’s moral. Rico looked to have released a breath he had been holding for a long time. Rick could understand their discomfort. He himself was feeling the disturbing energy of this temple, and it made him want to leave it just as quickly as he wanted to get in. Strapping his other arm to his backpack after shifting his flashlight to the other hand, he used the flashlight to signal the three men that would be going with him they were moving forward. Without word, the men took step behind him and followed him into the fungus covered tunnel. As they walked among the odd plants, Rick kept thinking back to when he accidentally touched the plant by the statue and inhaled some of those spores. He hadn’t felt anything out of the ordinary since then, but it was still too soon to know if the spores had any negative effects. He prayed that they didn’t…for his work’s sake. He was too close to achieving his goal to let something like a plant end his entire career.
They walked down the tunnel over twenty minutes when Rick noticed the tunnel expanded some. Ten minutes later, it expanded more. Another ten minutes and they found themselves in a corridor with more, larger red fungus dominating and standing erect in the corners of the floor. The humidity in the corridor was meek and dank and an odd fog blanketed the ground under them, it was as if they were walking in a bizarre swamp.
Finding a path through the murky growth, they came to what looked like a tomb, a tomb made of stone and metal. Rick walked over to the tomb and examined the structure of the tomb and noted the metal made the bolts and locks and bars strapped around it, as if imprisoning whatever way inside the tomb. Rick’s curiosity made him take a closer look and noted inscriptions on them. Brushing some dust and spores that had landed over the inscriptions, Rick read in English to himself, fearing if he translated it for his men; they’d panic more and run this time for sure.
“Doom to the man that finds this tomb. Doom to the world if this tomb is opened. Doom for eternity for all time if the evil lain in this tomb is awoken.” Rick whispered to himself, frowning deeply. “Rubbish…probably just the remains of some man that made himself out to be a god.”
The turned to his men, finding them huddled together and eyeing the plants and the tomb with fear plain on their covered faces. Grunting slighting in annoyance, he ordered the man that had a crowbar in his hands to come over to him. The man came to him, hesitantly, and stood next to him, but as far as he could from the tomb. Rick took the crowbar from the man and posed it over one of the silver bars over the tomb. The man next to him looked about ready to ask him what he was doing, but Rick quieted him with a stern look. Placing the end of the crowbar on the metal, he angled it where he spotted the largest amount of rust that covered the bar and pulled on the crowbar. The bar snapped easily and crumbled to pieces around the tomb. Rick continued this until all the bars were gone, and then did the same to the huge locks on the edges of the tomb.
Rick breathed very raggedly from his work, but worked the other men to come over. Reluctantly, they came to him and he grabbed the lid of the tomb and told them to do the same. Again, they were reluctant but they soon grabbed the lid and helped him push the stone lid off the tomb. The men all jumped back when air hissed out from the tomb and fog burst from inside. Rick batted the fog away and stared down in horror when it cleared. Inside the tomb was a body…mummified from time, but Rick could make it out enough to see that the body that was put to rest here was the same as that of the statue!
Rick stared more at the body. “My god…this is Camazotz.”
The men all but shrieked and bolted for the exit. One of them backed away too far and tripped on something on the ground. He fell and the fog cleared to reveal a large fungi and at the base of it was a skeleton…the fungi had grown right out of the dead things back and around its structure!
This time, the men did shriek and scrambled down the tunnel, screaming like a wild man. Rick started backing away from the tomb when he saw something stirring under the corpse’s chest. He only had a moment to ponder what it was when something burst from the body. A tentacle! A tentacle had wormed out of the corpses body and lunged at him and impaled him in the gut. Instantly on contact, something began pumping inside him and it burned like acid. The tentacle wiggled out of the corpse and a large mass of flesh crawled out of the body. The mass looked like a large grey sightless leech with a gaping mouth full of teeth, it shrieked in joy and trailed up the tentacle. Rick was too immobilized by the pain to break away from the monstrous thing coming toward him. The leech slithered up the tentacle and wormed itself into the wound the tentacle had made, and Rick only nothing but pain after that…his world went out like a light.
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Re: Necroscope Legacy « Reply #3 on Feb 23, 2008, 11:36pm »
~Present time~
"Ahhhh . . . that was a nice sleep."
"Well, I hope you enjoyed it, you son of a bitch, because you're gonna be awake for a long time. You've got a plague to stop."
"Plague? What plague? Talking about the bloodsuckers again?" A smirk could be seen despite the obscuring fog of the opened cryonic chamber.
"Yes, you miserable piece of shit, that's what I'm talking about."
"Now, now, Katt, is that any way to talk to your trump card?"
"It is when the trump card is a sociopathic, bloodthirsty piece of gutter trash!"
"I'm hurt. I'm very hurt. I might have to hurt you back. Should I mention your failed marriage? Should I mention the children that don't speak to you anymore? Would that make you hurt as much as you've just made me hurt?"
"Bastard!"
"Katt!" Hearing his name shouted like that made Katt turn to face the shouter, none other than Harper. "You know how he gets. He likes fucking with people's heads! Don't encourage him!"
"I'm sorry, sir," Katt said.
"Aw, big daddy came to spank little daddy," the formerly cryo-sleeping man greeted Harper, the last vestiges of the fog fading away to reveal his visage. He wore his dark hair in a ponytail and his silver-blue eyes glittered with malicious amusement. His frame was tall and lanky, yet muscle could be seen in his form. His garments were a sleeveless black shirt and tight black pants with buckled boots and a belt with a secondary strap that wrapped around his right thigh. He wore black fingertip-covers with wires extending from their openings to lay over his fingers and backs of his hands in a way suggesting that they were outlining the bones of his fingers and hands. The wires attached to cuffs around his wrists, completing his ensemble.
"Necromega," Harper greeted. "How nice to see you again."
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Re: Necroscope Legacy « Reply #4 on Feb 23, 2008, 11:38pm »
~Four months ago~
Darkness began to back away from Rick’s mind, and as light returned to his sight, so did an aching pain all over his body. For a minute, he couldn’t recall anything; where he was, how he got there, or why he was in so much pain. Slowly, his memory began to return and like the pain so did the horror of what happened. He scrambled to his feet, having falling back down three times before his legs would support his weight. He stumbled back and forth for a moment, then managed to steady himself by gripping the edge of the tomb. Feeling the cold stone of its surface made him flinch away and fumble away from it. It was also then that he returned the grotesque leech that had come out of the corpse and crawled into him. Panicked, he looked down and clutched at his chest, expecting to see a huge hole there, but found pale flesh there.
He gaped at himself and then stared at his hands. They were very pale and his fingers looked longer that they used to to him. And at that same moment, he noticed that there was no light source, having looked down and saw his broken flashlight, but yet, he could see clearly in the pitch-black darkness as if it were bright as day. Wondering why he wasn’t dead and why he could see in the dark, he counted his good fortunes and started back down the tunnel. He made it to the end and found all the men and Rico gone, and it looked like they left in a hurry, because most of their equipment was still in the main chamber.
Growling in frustration, he marched out of the temple, discovering it was night time outside. This was a bad sign. He must have been out for a long time and left for dead by that creature. He snarled at the coward-ness and rage be never experienced boiled up deep inside him. Before he knew he was moving, he was running through the rain forest, dodging dangers that he would normally never notice on his own, jumping over hidden logs and running at a speed he marveled at himself over. He felt so alive as he ran! But he also felt something stirring inside him, it ached at him…it told him he needed to find nutrient, but where would be find it? He was too far from the temple now to go looking for any rations the men my have left, but he wanted to find the cowards and shout at them for leaving him behind like that. No, he wanted to do more to them when he got to them. He was going to make them all pay for deserting him and pay they would, he vowed they would.
He knew he’d find them soon. It took them three days to trek to the temple and he was making great time through the jungle. His prediction was correct as he spotted a campfire just a few yards away from him. He was upon the camp in a short while and found all his men sleeping or eating. Rico was at the campfire, talking to the three men that were with him in the tomb chamber. On seeing them, he stormed out from the jungle, narrowing his eyes in sudden pain from the light of the campfire. Fighting the sting pain back, he stalked to the four.
In Spanish he snapped: “You bastards left me behind!”
Rico jerked his head to Rick, gasping at the sight of him. “Senior! Y-You’re alive!”
Rick glared at him. “Of course, I’m alive. What made you think I wasn’t?”
Rico pointed at the three men. “They said that something…attacked you and killed you. They said…”
Rick snapped at him again. “Well, they were wrong! I’m here and I’m not in the best of moods now.”
Rico sighed and nodded. “Si, you have all the best reasons to be angry with these men…do you wish me to take back their pay?”
“No…” Rick said, a evil smile curled up on his lips as something started coming over him. “I want to take their lives!”
None of them had a single idea what he meant by that, until he lunged at the first man and snapped his head back and it came clean off his shoulders. Rico screamed as blood splashed against his face and he nearly fell into the fire, almost burning his hand as he hit the ground and started crawling away. Rick stared at the fountain of blood pooling up form the headless body and an urge overwhelmed his senses. He clamped down over the open wound; his mouth somehow was able to cover the large bleeding area. He sucked the blood greedily and unaware that as he did, his eyes filled with blood, covering all the whiteness until there was nothing but blood and black pupils. The blood fueled him like nothing ever had before, it revitalized his aching body and eased a hunger he hadn’t been aware of because of his rage. Draining the body, he tossed it aside and gazed at the rest of them.
Rico was an inch from wetting himself when those red eyes landed on him, then moved on to one of the other men that had deserted him. He leapt from the spot and pounced on him and sunk his teeth, which were now all sharp and fanged, and ripped into his flesh, gorging on his blood like the other one. The third man, the one that had given him the crowbar had picked up a shovel and swung it at his back. Somehow, he knew the man was going to do that, seeing it pictured in his mind and swirled around, with the men still trapped in his mouth and caught the shovel with one hand. He glared at the man with hell in his red eyes and snapped the shovel with a twist of his hand. He literally spat the man away from him and stalked to the man and grabbed his head with both hands and squeezed. The sound of bone cracking soon came and the man’s head caved in and covered his hands in gore and bone fragments.
He gazed at the Rico and saw that all the men were awake and aiming weapons and readying tools. He smiled at them and licked the gore of his hands with joy, watching their horrifying expressions as he did.
“Diablo!” one of the men claimed him.
“No…not a devil, my friend,” Rick growled back at him. “A God!!”
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Re: Necroscope Legacy « Reply #5 on Feb 23, 2008, 11:39pm »
Present day~
Necromega stretched. "It's been . . . how long now?"
"Almost twenty years," Harper replied.
"What's happened since I've been away?" Necromega asked.
"Aside from twenty years of technological advancement, not much," Harper answered. "Japanese animated shows are more popular among young people than American animated shows. Reality TV is all the rage, despite the fact that it's complete and utter shit. They came up with a giant computer network made up of smaller computer networks, known as the Internet and mostly used to view porn. Also, it's degrading young people's language skills, although these are mostly people who are too damn lazy to learn how to spell and speak properly anyway. Other than those things, you haven't missed jack shit."
"Is David Hasselhoff still around? I liked Knight Rider."
"Um, yes. Unfortunately, he's fallen on some rather hard times."
"Oh." Necromega smirked. "Who am I to go after this time? And will I get to stay out of cryo-stasis longer?"
Harper gave him a picture of a man. "His name is Rick."
"That's all? Nothing else?"
"He's become one of them. He brought his infection back to our shores and spread it. You're going to stop this strain before it gets any worse. You should be able to find him. You have a talent for sensing their kind."
"Yeah, I do. And don't worry. They'll all be good and dead when I'm through." A cruel, insane smile split Necromega's features.
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