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Jack the Vorpal Swordsman
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Field of Dreams?
« Thread Started on Jan 21, 2008, 3:22pm »

Jack stood in the center of the the large golden meadow. His black and blue hair blew in the wind. He cupped his hand around his left eye as he tried to keep the wind away from it so he could see the shadowy figure that stood only a few yards from him. He ran his hand threw his hair as he attempted to stop it from blocking his view. It was times like these when he regretted his fashion sense. His white eye patch kept him from seeing with his right eye while his medium length hair continued to block his gaze. He grumbled to himself as he expected the figure in the distance was an animal or one of the Queen's underling. He moved his right hand onto the rough hilt of his Vorpal Blade and pulled it from the scabbard.

He glanced at the white blade and its black hilt for a few seconds before turning his gaze upon the figure that stood only a short distance away. It was then that he realized that it was coming closer. His hands tightened on the blade as he took a step forward. He then charged forward and was finally able to make out the features of the figure. As he raced forward he held his blade high in the air and finally as he was in range he swung with all his might.

To bad he was inexperienced with a sword and missed completely. Sprawled on the ground his sword laying only inches from his hand he looked up at the beast.

"Ca-caw!" Shouted the toucan like bird. With that it flew of leaving the boy on the ground wondering what the hell he was thinking. Jack sighed as he slapped himself and then pushed himself to his feet. What was he thinking charging at any random he saw.

"This place is making you jumpy Jack. You need to get a grip." he said to himself as he recovered his sword and placed it back into its navy blue scabbard. Some swordsman he was. Charging at innocent creatures and disturbing nearby animals as they worked. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he sat down on the ground and sulked.

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Re: Field of Dreams?
« Reply #1 on Jan 21, 2008, 5:36pm »

"This place is making you jumpy Jack. You need to get a grip." Kamira nodded as she listened to the young boy with his oddly colored locks began to calm himself. This pink haired inventor had ventured from her emotionless home of steam early in the morning, or perhaps it was late at night, but despite the time Kami had stumbled upon the meadows and this sword swinging child after a fair amount of walking. This tall grass she was currently resting in had masked most of the body of this Jack for longer then young Kamira could bare and while he had attempted to slice and dice that poor flea-riddled toucan she and her lovely escort had crept ever closer to their prey. A W7, Kamira’s current pride and joy had its steely body bent gracefully in the rushes. Looking away from the pathetic excuse for a warrior for only a moment the mad creator studied her mind child as it moved flawlessly about the grass, patches of sunlight casting an unearthly glow about the monstrosity. W7s, were the pink haired mechanics newest combat model. Their forms were an ingenious mix of a wolf and something her lackey had called a sabertooth tiger. Sleek yet muscular the four-foot tall beast was a horrible mixture of speed and power. Yet more frightening then the W7's body of exposed cogs and reels were the extended stainless, steel sabers attached to its false jaw and the set of neon-green eyes that burned in its skeletal face.

As proud as she was to call these ruthless killing machines her own there was work to be done. Unlike most of the stupid machines the W7s learned with each new experience and the stalking of this moronic young thing through the meadows would prove to be the perfect lesson for this freshly made murderer. Crouching low, her hand rested against the warn metal of the W7 carefully to avoid the prickling spines that she had installed at the last minute, Kami in her camouflage tank top, black baggy pants, and bare feet waited to see if this useless human would be smart enough to notice it was being watched. . .

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Re: Field of Dreams?
« Reply #2 on Jan 21, 2008, 7:36pm »

Jack muttered to himself as he began to adjust his bandages and removed his eye patch. He shoved it deep into his pockets and sighed as he rested his head on the ground. "One week." He said as he glanced up at the Wonderland sun. "One week I've been stuck in this world and for one week I've tried to find someone to protect." He said and then slapped himself on the cheek. "How can I expect to protect someone when I can't even battle a toucan." Jack's hand slid across the grassy field as he pushed himself up into a sitting position once again. His Vorpal Blade although his prized possession was a mystery to him. It was sharp enough to cleave a stone when Jack used all his might and yet with only a light swift flick of the wrist he could slice through a tree or animal.

As his mind attempted to squeeze out an answer he pushed himself up and drew his blade once again. He held it tightly in his right hand and swung it cutting a semi circle into the field that surrounded him. The weight of a blade forced him to take a step forward as he cut through the grass in his peripheral vision. He grumbled as he sheathed the white blade and looked at the grass.

"I can't be like the hero from the "Jabberwocky" if I can't even swing this stupid thing the right way." He let his left hand rest on the hilt of his blade as he turned to walk from the field. He stopped as he saw the glint of steel from the corner. His head twisted towards the direction of the mechanical beats but he was unable to see it. He wiped the blade from its sheath for the third time in five minutes. "Don't swing as hard as I can just put just enough energy into each blow." He said as he tried to recall what he had learned in boxing when he was younger. He knew the two were different but the principle was the same.

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Re: Field of Dreams?
« Reply #3 on Jan 22, 2008, 5:04pm »

The boy continued his depressing rant, comparing himself to a fairytale Margo had told her ruthless brats, Kamira included, to rock the nagging and screaming children into a silent nap. Had the Jabberwocky actually roamed the lands at one point? If she had the copy of such a great demon with an exterior of tough metal she might be the most powerful think in this troubled time. . . Thoughts returning to the task at hand Kami slipped in to her usual smirk. “Ready boy?” Her voice was low and giddy, almost like a young child whispering to their siblings as the peaked into their Christmas presents, and as Kamira watched the started young man bring forth his apparently legendary weapon her smirk grew to a full blown smile. If he attempted to escape she might have the W7 rip his skin to shreds like wrapping paper. Evil dripping from her silvery eyes as she starred down the hopeless fighter from her hiding spot in the grassy waves the W7 crouched even lower bending the weeds as it did so and leaving his master’s hand hanging in the warm air above its shimmering body. As she pulled her scarred and slightly tanned hand to her chest Kami watched the device as it readied itself to pounce through the insect infested air on her order. The glaze of motherly love over her lightning highlighted eyes Kami had on the warmest and probably most disturbing look any living thing had ever seen. However nothing good ever lasts and as proof of that her soothing appearance vanished in a flash and was replaced by a cool calculating film over her features.

She needed to watch both the prey and the hunter. If her machine’s movements were not as fluid enough to matcher her standards she would have to lug the obedient creature back to her home and work out the kinks in its design. Of course she would have to watch the boy’s reaction to her ingenious invention. What good would the demonic skull-like face be with the ghostly bright green eyes be if they didn’t scare the living fxuck out of him?

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Re: Field of Dreams?
« Reply #4 on Jan 22, 2008, 5:19pm »

Jack glanced around for a few moments as his hands remained in the same position. Everything seemed calm for the moment.... That was bad. Jack hated the calm it always meant that something bad was about to happen to him. It was like that when his mother was in one of her moods and it was like that before one of the other boxers at the gym delivered a hay maker to the side of his face. His hands began to sweat as he clenched the hilt of the blade as tightly as he could. He leaned his head forward only daring to move it an inch. Was he just being paranoid once again? As he said to himself earlier this world made him a little jumpy... No he saw the glint of steel even if only a novice a swordsman will always be able to tell if light is reflecting off a blade.

As Jack looked at the area of where the light came from he began to think of his options. He could always run, but if he did that he would never become a great warrior, or he could fight, but if he died he still would not become a legendary hero. He let out a deep sigh as he forced his body to relax first off he wasn't even sure if there was something in the grass. For all he knew it could be a piece of scrap metal or a misplaced knife, and if he remained tense like that he would have been beaten soundly before the battle even began.

As he allowed his grip to loosen he watched the spot intently for a few moments. He took one step forward to see if he could get a better view of what ever caused the reflection of light but as he drew closer he still could not see. He was still short ways from the spot but he did not dare come any closer in case it was as he feared or at least not at this moment.

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Re: Field of Dreams?
« Reply #5 on Jan 24, 2008, 6:36pm »

His polished and sharpened claws picked anxiously at the dirt beneath its steel paws, the though of a fresh, warm, body wriggling for dear life under his heavy frame made the W7’s bright green eyes glow with the new found maliciousness. So far this murderous beast had only the satisfaction of taking down a few sparrows and a mole that ventured to close to the home of his worshipped creator and while he might not get the chance to tear this child to pieces he will at least get the thrill of feeling it’s life slip away through the shear fear his appearance will bring. “No killing, don’t have enough time to be pickin’ the meat out of yo teeth.” Her voice taking on that rather uneducated tone Kamira had grown so accustomed to over these twisted years the wanton creator patted the cold head of her blood thirsty machine while her eyes were creeping up and down the boy as he inched closer to their hiding spot. With the long awaited order given the W7 lunged into the air splitting through the tall grass and a cloud of bewildered gnats that rocketed away as soon as they noticed what had so rudely knocked into them. The four foot barbaric hybrid fell from the sky all of his weight focused on the catastrophic landing it was about to make on the young boy.

Kamira, who was seemingly overjoyed with the fact that she just unleashed a ruthless killing machine on a helpless boy, sat back for a moment or two waiting to see how the festivities would kick off. A hellborn spark to her eyes and an equally wicked grin on her lips Kamira parted the tall grass for a better view, letting her mind go crazy with possibilities. Maybe the obedience of her W7s which so far have been flawless wasn’t enough to control their hunger for life. Maybe she had created the being that will claw and gnaw their way through the whole of Wonderland, destroying everything until their lustful souls are satisfied. As these new questions popped into her rosy head Kamira couldn’t help but raise the single most important question of all time. Who cares? This woman had no mind for the future hell her beautiful demons might bring she was only focused on what kind of hell they could bring this worthless child in the here and now.

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Re: Field of Dreams?
« Reply #6 on Feb 2, 2008, 12:20am »

Jack acted on pure instinct as he had saw a large metallic beast fall from the sky. He immediately wiped his Vorpal Blade up to his defense attempting to block the beast's fangs from sinking into his body. With some luck he was able to keep the beast from landing completely on his body but there was no use in attempting to stand his ground as he was forced backwards by its weight and momentum. As quickly as he could Jack looked over the creature. It was all metal and gears its body was like that of a large wolf. As Jack drew near its head he almost froze but his adrenaline kept him from dropping his sword.

Its face was a metallic skull with eerie glowing eyes. In its mouth it had two dagger like teeth that shone in the light. Jack gulped as he looked over the mechanized abomination. "If I wasn't about to get killed I would think that thing is so cool." He said aloud. To bad he was about to get killed by the iron beast. This would be his first true battle in this world and maybe his last. He winced as he attempted to go through as many strategies as he could within a matter of seconds.

His ideas mostly included him attempting to jam the gears with his invincible blade but in the back of his mind a voice screamed decapitation. Jack knew of the history of his sword. It had an uncanny ability to decapitate and slice through anything organic. The abomination met half of the qualifications so why not? Jack would just have to sue a lot more strength then usual to win. Jack's five second reprieve had ended as he looked up at the beast eyes and forced his silvery-grey ones to lock with it. He was over come with fear but he knew he had to stand his ground. He had to fight to the bitter end.

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