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Icarus slowly backed away, his back leaning against the wall. Slowly picking out the knife in his pocket, he hid it under his palm. "What now?" Icarus whispered, a shock pen coming out of his pocket with his free hand. |
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"I'll take care of 'em." Pragma said. "Those weapons look nasty. You can try getting them while they're distracted fighting me."
Pragma, with his sword in his hand, yelled at them, "Eat this, you filthy creatures!" He did a great leap at them. Upon landing, he sliced an Ilonian in half.
The other ones were swinging their swords at Pragma, but could not lay a finger on him. His blackstone sword collided with an Ilonian battle axe, causing a large shock wave.
"My sword can't cut that thing in half?" Pragma thought. "That's impossible! Blackstone can destroy anything!"
Then he saw the reason. That Ilonian's Ilon Stone gave him the powers to withstand blackstone.
"I'll take care of him later. I gotta wipe out the weaker ones." Pragma thought to himself. He dashed away from the blackstone Ilonian at went towards the others. He made mince meat out of them.
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Icarus took the other ones from behind, each one either getting a stab with the knife or a long shock with the shock pen. But, unfortunately, several Ilionans spotted him and focused on him instead of Pragma. So he made it look like teleporting again.
Turning invisible and turning visible once more when he was about to land a good kick right in the Ilionan's temple, knocking the unfortunate Ilionan out. He did the same with the other ones; using different attacks, though. |
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Thanks to Icarus, the blackstone Ilonian fell to the ground in pain. Pragma then impaled him and his Ilon Stone with his sword. The battle axe he used suddenly became a normal one.
"Well, me might as well go on, but in a different route," Pragma said. "Other Ilonians are likely to check this way when they find out why these guys haven't returned."
The pair ventured on, unaware what would happen to them later on. |
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(I was doing stuff. Now, I'm back.)
Aryon
Aryon returned to the base, he was completely exhausted. After eating some food, he just went to his room and plopped right down onto his bed.
He thought about earlier, with everything. Aryon just lied back down and fell asleep.
Aryon woke straight out of his bed, everything was burning. Ilonans were destroying the base. Aryon tried to stop it, but he still wasn't good enough.
Aryon woke straight out of his bed again. It was all just a nightmare. He looked outside, it was morning. |
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(Welcome back!)
The hot sun is shining upon the two, a dip in Icarus's body temperature is starting to make him sleepy again.
"I'm sleepy..." He complained to Pragma, trying his best to keep his eyes open. "I'm just gonna...lie....Zzzzz...." Yup, you guessed it, Icarus is fast asleep on a pile of leaves.
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"Ugh! Are you crazy?!" Pragma yelled at Icarus. But he was already in a deep sleep.
"If he's going to continue with me, he's got to man up. I can't let a sleeper disturb my travels. I have to avenge Mika!
"I'll wait about an hour; I need to digest my food myself. If I strain, I'll be likely to barf in the next fight we have."
Pragma sat down and held his sword. He looked at it, and saw a reflection of himself with the sun's light.
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18 years prior to the events of the Ilion War
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"Do you think this will work on such a small kid?" a man said, dressed with a lab coat and goggles.
"It has to work. We've checked all the parameters," his partner said. "If it fails, he dies and we'll be killed by them."
"Engage injection."
"Wh...where's he going?"
"DID YOU SEE THAT? HE LIFTED THAT BOULDER!"
"NOOOOOO! He's RUINED it all!"
"What have we DONE?"
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6 years later
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"Hi! Are you lost?" a girl said to a young Pragma in the forest.
"Eww! A girl! What are you doing here?" Pragma questioned.
"You're really mean, but I want to know what you're doing here," the girl said. She sat down by Pragma, who looked sad. "What happened?" she said.
"My parents went to fight in the war with the Ilonians. I wanted to join them, but they said I was too young," Pragma said.
"My name's Mika. My parents can take care of you while your parents are out!"
"I don't trust girls. Go away."
"You are so stubborn! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean you should be mean!"
Pragma looked at her in silence.
"You can be my new friend!" Mika said. "Do you have friends?"
Pragma looked at her with anger burning up inside.
"I said.....GO AWAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!"
Pragma began to lift the trunk of a large tree. Mika stared in amazement and fright.
Soon, Pragma was lifting a 30-foot tall tree over his head. And he was only eight years old.
"Please! Don't throw that at me! We can be friends!" Mika said. She ran up to him and hugged him.
Pragma, still trying to contain his anger, couldn't keep on holding the tree after Mika hugged him. He tossed it away behind him. He then escaped Mika's hug and with his strength, accidentally shoved Mika a small distance.
"Ow! That hurt! Why did you do that?" Mika said.
"...Because...I want to be free."
They looked at each other. Pragma was the first to smile. Mika smiled after.
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1 year later
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"This letter is to Mr. Pragma Corinspike?" the mailman said.
"Oh, yes. I'll deliver it to him," Mika's father said. He went inside and gave the letter to Pragma, now an accepted part of Mika's family.
"Huh? A letter?" Pragma said. "From my parents?"
"Wow!" Mika said. "Maybe they're gonna come home and see you again!"
Pragma opened the letter and read through it. After a minute, his hands were trembling. His face became red. A tear trickled down his cheek.
He then ran out of Mika's house, about to cry. "Pragmaaaaaa!" Mika shouted after him. It was raining.
Pragma made for his favorite forest, crying hysterically. "I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEEEEEEMMMMMMM! WAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
He needed a way to protect himself from the rain. For him, it just made him sadder. He found a cave nearby and entered it. A few minutes after he stopped crying, he noticed a strange looking rock inside of the cave.
It was blackstone.
Pragma had never seen blackstone before, and went to look at it. He picked up the ore as if it were a normal rock, but he knew it was strong. Then he had an idea.
After the rain stopped and the clouds disappeared, Pragma went to the village sword smith, carrying his blackstone rock. "I want you to make a big sword made out of this," Pragma said to the smith, showing the blackstone ore in his hands.
"That's....that can't be! That's blackstone!" the smith said. I can't pick that up! It's too heavy! How can a kid like YOU pick that thing up?!"
"I'll help you make the sword, and I'll pay you," Pragma said.
One week later, Pragma returned to Mika's house. They were overjoyed at his return, but felt sorry for him. His parents had been killed by Ilonians. They also wondered where he got that large sword.
"Why, that sword is bigger than you, Pragma!" Mika's mother said. "Besides, when are you going to use that sword in combat?"
"I'm going to fight the Ilonians," Pragma responded. Mika's family stared at him in awe. Mika also noticed the material Pragma's blade was made out of.
"That's the legendary rock, blackstone!" Mika said, pointing at the sword. "I heard that nothing in the world can pick it up or destroy it because it's so HEAVY! Not even a pebble made of blackstone can be picked up and held!"
Then Mika realized how Pragma was able to lift that giant tree when they first met. Now, he was carrying a gigantic sword made from the galaxy's heaviest metalloid.
"You...have...super strength..." Mika gasped.
"I'm going to train and be the strongest warrior there ever was," Pragma said. "I'm going to fight the Ilonians and kill their leader! And I WILL avenge my parents! I will save the world! You hear me? Nothing's gonna get in my way! From this day onward, I swear I will not lose my goal! I promise you, Mika! I promise you, mom and dad! I promise to kill all the Ilonians! I PROMISE I WILL BE THE GREATEST WARRIOR IN THE UNIVERSE!!!!!!!"
"And then...only then...will I never cry again!"
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*SKKKKRRRRAAAAKKK!* *KRAAAAAKKKK!* *SLASH!*
Ilonians were attacking the town. The only person fighting them was Pragma, who was 15 at the time. His training made him a force to be reckoned with. His advantage with blackstone made him a powerful fighter.
"I've almost got all of them," Pragma thought. "This is a breeze. I could join the army and fight these guys all by myself!"
He defeated every Ilonian that attacked his hometown. He was not willing to die.
But then, the last of the Ilonians was a gigantic one, presumably the commander.
"So, this little piggy can hold a sword made out of blackstone? Hahahaha! What a little joke!" the Ilonian said.
"This ain't a joke, sunshine," Pragma said. "I'm gonna kick your puny little ass." He darted for the Ilon Stone placed in the Ilonian's chest and jumped at it. "Get a load of THIS!"
But he was punched in midair by the Ilonian and knocked to the ground.
"Gaah, I can't...move..." Pragma said.
"Splendid! Now I can kill your friends without you in the way!" the Ilonian said.
"NO! Don't you dare...!"
Pragma got up, but was in great pain. He made one giant leap at the Ilonian and...
*SLASH!* the Ilonian's arm was chopped off.
"YOU IDIOT!!" the Ilonian said. He was wincing in pain. Pragma could not take his own pain.
"I have to protect Mika...I HAVE TOO!" Pragma thought. Just then, Mika came out of the shelter, trying to help Pragma.
"Mika! Get back to the shelter! NOW!" Pragma demanded.
"No, Pragma! You can't go on like this!" Mika yelled. "I'm here...for YOU!"
*KABOOM!*
"MIKAAAAAAAA!!!" Pragma yelled. The Ilonian caused a large explosion, sending large segments of rock at them. The shelter was completely destroyed. Mika was almost dead.
"MIKA, NO! YOU CAN'T DIE!!!" Pragma yelled. "MIKA!!!"
"I made a promise to you..." Pragma said, a tear trickling down his cheek, but held back. "Mika, please..."
"Stupid worm! Prepare to meet your end!" The Ilonian said from behind.
Pragma's rage had reached its limits.
"WRATH OF A THOUSAND DRAGONS!"
He had completely sliced up the Ilonian. After breathing heavily a few times, he had finally fainted. And a few days later, while he was still knocked out, he was found by strangers... |
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Pragma still remembered everything like it was yesterday. Meeting Mika, his hometown being attacked, getting found by Icarus and his friends...
"GRRRRAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Pragma yelled as he swung his sword at the ground, splitting the ground in a straight line in both directions. It was so loud that Icarus woke up and almost got startled to death.
Pragma breathed heavily, doing his best not to shed tears.
"I made a promise. I...made...a promise." |
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(Wow, I can't belive i just read [past tense] it all. Nice! XD)
"DAD!" Icarus shouted the second he woke up, jumping to his feet. "Wh...Wha? You almost gave me heart attack! The heck happened?" He asked, turning to Pragma. Icarus ignored all the cut down trees to ask later. |
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(Hello can I join)
Name: Juvia Lockser
Alias: Juvia of the Great Sea, "Wendy"
Age: 17
Human or Ilionan?: Ilionion
Magic(Optional if human.): Water
Stone placement(ILIONANS ONLY): Wrist
Personality (It can change along the way.): Emotionless for most of the time, but has strong "Feelings" for someone I should add later on
Bio(If you're too lazy to type one, it's ok. XD): Ughhhh pls no don't make me go through this Bio thing. Wait. I don't have to? YAYYYYYY
Other: Can my body be made out of water, so that most physical attacks won't hurt me, but almost every magic attack will? Pls Reply.
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That Fairy Tail reference though.. Wait, I'll come back to you in a sec. |
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(Alright, but....: Please don't name that certain someone she has a strong feeling on 'Gray Fullbuster', mkay? XD. Just add appearance, don't get too OP and you're all set!)
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"Welp, it's time to go," Pragma said. "Make sure you got everything packed."
The pair continued on. The sun began to set.
About two hours on their walk, they saw in the distance what looked like some sort of fortress.
"Maybe that's an Ilonian base. We'll storm it at night," Pragma suggested. |
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"Alright. I'll be back by the time night falls." He replied, turning invisible. Walking as quietly as possible to the Ilionan's fortress, scaling the stone walls using his knife. "Hmm... Where do they keep their weapons in here?" He mumbled. After a few more minutes, he finally stumbled upon the weapons room. It was packed with guns, swords, and all sorts of weapons.
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He picked up a sword with a light blue blade and a golden handle, a yellow button on the handle. Icarus pressed it, lightning came sparking out of it. Grinning with glee, he picked up it's scabbard and pressed the button once more, stopping the sparks. Going back to Pragma with time to spare. "Ready!" He exclaimed, turning visible. |
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"Good. I'll go in first," Pragma said.
Using powerful leg strength, he leaped over the large wall of the fortress and landed on the roof. He got his sword ready. "You are mine now," he said.
Upon entering, he saw two Ilonians guarding the entrance to the roof. Pragma lightly poked them with his sword and sent them flying. He then went through the corridors.
Pragma entered a room that was full of secret files. "These could be useful," he said. He tried to take as many as he could and put them in his jacket. Upon leaving, an Ilonian caught him by surprise, making Pragma drop his sword. He began to choke him. |
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Icarus cleared the path with his new sword. "Light AND strong! Nice!" He exclaimed. When he caught up with Pragma, he stabbed the Ilionan's back, while the sword in it's body, he pressed the button on the handle, electrocuting him to death. Pulling the sword out of the body and pressing the button once more, he cringed at the sight of blood. "You alright?" He asked Pragma.
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(Apologies for not being active on this.)
Vilkas
Vilkas would practice his marksmanship on captured humans, set up like training targets. Afterwards, he'd take a final meal and head to the hangar, where his squad were briefed.
"Pretty much, if you weren't listening to a gosh darn thing I was saying, we're going to take over a fort, then move onto a village, then move onto a recently captured fort and take it back, sound simple boys?" Vilkas said to his squad as they got into the magically armoured helicopter.
A few hours later, they would jump out the plane, using their various powers to break or slow their fall. Vilkas made an ice pathway and slid down it like a slide.
"Alright, let's go boys." Vilkas said to his squad and they made their way to the fort. |
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Pragma coughed a little and picked up his sword. "I'm fine. Thanks."
He looked around the room. "These files may contain secrets we don't know about. We should take some."
After leaving the file room, Pragma and Icarus sneaked up to the Ilonian commander throne room.
"There's the big boss, right there." |
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The grip on Icarus's sword loosened a bit. "Doesn't seem so tough. Try to hide your real strenght." He replied in a whisper. "I'll be backup." He added, turning invisible. |
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Vilkas shot a block of ice right through the fort wall, smashing a hole in it, an crushing an unfortunate human. The humans charged Vilkas and his team, but were shot or cut down. Vilkas reloaded his rifle, placing a new plasma cell in it. He'd shoot at a few sentries, who would jump down and slash at him. Vilkas would duck, and fire into the sentry's stomach, before firing into the other's head.
The sniper would be surprised by the sudden entry of Ilionan troops, but he would quickly set up his rifle and aim at an Ilionan throwing fireballs at his friends. He'd pull the trigger, sending the bullet right into the Ilionan's skull.
"SNIPER!" Vilkas would yell. He'd dive to the ground, narrowly dodging a stray bullet. He'd fire at an incoming human squad and would run behind a stack of crates. |
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Appearance: Lilac-Purple Hair, Blue shawl (Much like Juvia's), Purple Dress with a moon design on it, black high-heeled boots.
Kk am I in? |
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(Yep! And it's alright, ionut.) |
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"Well, we can't just sit here and watch him!" Pragma said.
He appeared out of the shadows, in front of the throne room.
"Ah! A human?" the Ilonian commander said. "What do you want from me?"
Pragma pointed his sword at the Ilonian. "....I want revenge."
He dashed towards the Ilonian, but he disappeared quickly. "Where'd he go...?"
Suddenly, he reappeared, and gave Pragma a harsh kick in the guts. Pragma collapsed to the ground dropped his sword, and his ciga.rette came out of his mouth.
The Ilonian inspected his sword. "Blackstone, eh? You're truly making fine use of that with this plaything. But even that cannot stop my speed!"
He showed Pragma his heel, revealing an Ilon stone.
"I am gifted with the power to run faster than sound! I can outrun anything! And when I am strong enough, even light cannot compare with my speed!"
Pragma can only watch as the Ilonian ran in circles, creating a cyclone with blurring speed. His blackstone sword was far from him.
"Damn it! If only Icarus can hold blackstone....damn it!!" |
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She appeared from the shadows, looking at the Ilonian commander running in circles around Pragma.
"What the hell are you doing?" Juvia's voice rang out like a bell.
"He wants Revenge." The Ilonian answers blankly, stopping.
"Huh... you know what... Lets take him hostage." Juvia said after a few seconds.
Juvia merely whispered a word (Sorry for the Fairy Tail References...), "Water Lock!"
Pragma suddenly flew 2 feet into the air, and a sphere of water appeared around him, trying to get his oxygen low. (Don't worry, it'll only make you faint) |
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