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Feb 21, 2016 13:37:07 GMT -6
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OOC: Continued from (FP) A Good Start To A Better End PT.1IC: The sound of foot steps echoed behind him as him and two hundred of his men walked the Australian plains near the base he was held captive for so long, bad memories came rushing back as he saw the large mountain base covered with torrents and riddled with adapteds that waited for orders from the humans that opposed the take over of Bacchus home land. The clouds in the distance started to turn dark and gray as if foreshadowing the tears that would be spread for the loved ones that would lose their lives. The area around the mountain was barren and empty perfect for a battle ground holding one of his new toys over his shoulder as he approached a safe distance from the base Bacchus stopped his troops and gazed out upon the battalions of men mutants and adapteds that decided to side with the humans. Two hundred versus at least a thousand, he could tell that the men and women behind him were shaking in fear for the lack of numbers but Bacchus himself was more worried than all combined, it was a curse being friends with all two hundred members of his small force because he knew that half of them probably wouldn’t make it out alive. Every face behind him could easily be wiped out within a fraction of a second when things got going. The fact that he personally would go tell the families of the loved ones he lost on the battleground wasn’t something to look foreword to but that was what separated him from the other generals. The people behind him weren’t pawns but friends and family, brothers and sisters, people that he grew up with and some were people he wanted to get to know better. On any given moment he could have some on point out one of the men and women and list five members of their immediate family, mutation, and dreams. A tear rolled down his face as he tightened the large chain around his belt that was attached to two ends of the gifts Smith had presented him the day before. Wiping the tear off his face with his thumb he swallowed his sadness and nervousness and with a big smile turned to face his men, the large twelve-foot metal staff with the steel hammer head axe slammed into the ground shaking it with a loud thud. Bacchus was standing around ten feet tall a mere fraction of what he could normally stand but the idea was to get in range as close as possible. “Ladies and Gents,” Bacchus said his voice booming among his troops carried by his mutation, “Now is the time to get you pumped for the upcoming battle,” he paused knowing he didn’t have to say it but he chose to let everyone know that a speech was coming their way. Bacchus bent over and picked up some dirt and smeared it on his bare chest, “Now is not the time to cower in fear,” Bacchus lifted his large hammer and lamed it back into the ground with a loud thud, “For a long time we had to watch our brothers and sisters die, no longer!” Bacchus slammed the hammer on the ground again the ground now giving way to the force a loud thud carried through the ground again. This time echoing on par with his voice, “For to long I watched my loved ones cry over the loss of friends and family just because they were different, NO LONGER” Another loud thud came from the hammer hitting the earth. Each hammer stroke and each word became louder, “Though I know that some of you won’t survive this long and hopefully our last fight for our independence, I want you to know that the fight for independence will be all thanks to you and our comrades. I realize that I words such as this don’t mean anything coming from a general but I want you all to know I’ll be the first one in battle.” A sad smile appeared on his face as he looked to the faces of his friends, “NO LONGER, SHALL WE BE OPRESSED FOR BEING DIFFERENT REMEMBER THIS DAY, THE DAY WE TAKE OUR FREEDOM!” The hammer started hitting the ground more and more in a slow paced beat that gradually became louder and faster as Bacchus started his walk towards the mountain where they would hopefully gain control over their homeland. Hearing the harmonious beat behind him his men matched up their guns, and other various weapons on their person resounding in the ground shaking like an earthquake. Bacchus raised his hammer into the sky now shooting up fifty feet into the air no becoming fully visible. “NO LONGER!!!” and with that he reached for the now large conch shell he received from the day before and blew into it to signal the fight. A loud cheer behind him sounded as his troops called out, “No longer” and started to run towards the enemy.
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Profile Link Here Normal/Giant Form PS:8/25 AG:6/5 Men:5/5 Stl: 0 Sen: 15/8 MS:12/7 MC:14/10 color=E6E6FA
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Aug 25, 2014 10:39:23 GMT -6
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With the time that Streak had spent in the country he'd been able to find out what was going on there. He knew that there was a mutant revolution being planned and he wanted to know all the details from the originator. Streak didn't like getting information second hand. He needed to find the person that was in charge. Finally he was able to get some information out of some of the flunkies that were going to be in the battle to gather where it was going to be held. Of course the main group probably had spent the night before hand planning everything out so that they could get the upper hand as easily as possible. Streak, on the other hand, had spent the entire night looking for the area that the group was staying in. The details that he'd received hadn't been very specific on where everything was going to be held. Streak was aware of the area but since he wasn't familiar with it he was having trouble finding it.
There was no mistaking, or hiding, the sound of hundreds or even thousands of footsteps gathering in the distance. He flew with all speed towards the sound. As it got louder and louder he began to see the people that were lined up to fight. It was apparent to Streak from his aerial view that one side was vastly outnumbered. He wanted to know the real story, or at least he wanted to know which side he might join. If he decided to fight. There was one man that looked very familiar. He couldn't pin point it but he felt that they'd met and even fought before. As Streak got closer he saw the distraught, frightened, and saddened faces in the crowd of the people that were following giant man at the front. As he closed in he could see the person in the front was giving some kind of pep talk to his army. From what Streak could see it looked like he was doing an OK job with the talk. Of course everyone responded to his comments with thunderous roars and cheers. Maybe he'd said just the right things to the crowd to get them fired up.
He sped up and stopped directly in front of the man that was leading this small army. Once he was looking right in the mans eyes Streak remembered where he'd seen him from. They'd fought once before. Long ago and this man had shattered his leg. He had put that behind him and was sure that this man could use all the help he could get. He didn't know how many people were standing on the opposing side, however it seemed that there were many more of them. "What's all this commotion about friend? And can I help in any way?" Streak asked. Perhaps this was the right side to be fighting on. Perhaps. He hoped that by offering his help he would be helping out the right side. Before they started their charge he hoped to get an answer.
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Link to Profile | Attribute Profile | Streak's speech is silver
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