originally posted in:The New Dojo
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=28n9PHA4YQU
[i][u]Deja Vu
Anor Londo, Virtual Reality within the Arena
Olivia, Daughter of Ornstein and Nora[/u][/i]
"...Ah. Here we go." [i]Finally entering the Dojo arena after tampering with its settings for several hours, the 6'6 foot tall dragonslaying knightess was finally satisfied with what she had been given.
Instead of the barren dirt of the arena that one would usually stand upon, the Dragonslayer walked on shining floors made of pure gold, massive pillars rising from the ground and up towards the second level of the beautiful cathedral she was inside of. Rays of sunlight shined through thin glass windows that surrounded the building, and in front of her lied three massive pedestals. The first one, to her left, contained nothing standing upon it, as if whatever statue had been built there had been removed, for some odd reason. The first one to her right showed a rather beautiful princess, the statue of her charmingly smiling as sunlight from above covered her, the dress that engulfed her body a clear stone. And finally, between the empty pedestal and the princess?[/i] "Lord Gwyn. Damn."
[i]The statue of the first Lord of Cinder stared down upon the dragonslaying knightess, a rather serious look engulfing his weathered, stony face, his beard completely covering his chin and hiding away his mouth. He bore light, decorated robes, a spiked crown rising from his skull. A sword was in his hands, being driven into the hard stone between his sculpted feet. So this was the one that started it all...
Olivia didn't know how to feel, to be completely honest. This was the place that her father and his brother had defended for so long until someone, the Chosen Undead, to be exact, killed both and freed them from this. She didn't care too much about it, to tell the truth. That was the past.
Wearing her typical suit of shining golden armor with plating of ceramic covering its layers, the girl activated her hardlight shields as she turned back to the entrance of the cathedral, drawing her 7'6 foot long gold and metal spear and holding the weapon modeled after her father's own at her right side, while her left palm held nothing. Slung on the woman's back was a slug-firing shotgun, a drum magazine already within its frame, signifying that it was locked and loaded. Two dual wield gunmetal .44 Magnum revolvers waited within their holsters at her side, one having the name "Bonnie" imprinted into the barrel in cursive and the other having "Clyde" imprinted in the same manner. The gleaming blade of a 5'4 foot long straight sword also rested alongside the shotgun within its sheath, waiting to be withdrawn at any time. Also at Olivia's side was a simple, pointed stiletto dagger, it's tip pointed and shined for the occasion, as Olivia planned on getting better with it. And finally, her final weapon that she had along with her, a simple gauntlet blade attacked to her right hand, currently not activated although it could be revealed with a flick of the wrist.
And so Olivia waited for a challenger that wished to battle the daughter of Ornstein within Anor Londo, which seemed rather cliche, considering her father's time here, defending the cathedral from harm. And yet, like I said...crap like that didn't matter to Oliva.[/i]
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[i]Remy threw all of his weight - which was quite a lot with his size, physique, armour, and weapons - into the shield just before it met with the Dragonslayer's fist, attempting to break her arm with the sheet force, or at least knock her back. The two impacting with one another, of course, made him lose all of his speed, even having made him skid back a few inches over the marble floor, resulting in a high screeching noise as metal slid over stone. [/i] "THOU ART AWARE OF THE FACT THAT THY FATHER ATTACKED?!" [i]He yelled from behind his shield, his mood having been switched as if a simple button was pressed.[/i]
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[i]As her fist collided with the shield, the pure force sent Olivia flying back, her back slamming and skidding across the stainless marble ground. She groaned in apparent pain, and although her arm wasn't broken, it hurt like hell.[/i] "F-Fúck you..." [i]Enraged, she slowly rose up from the floor, staring directly at Remy. She began to move towards him, her grip on her spear tightening even more than before as electricity started to circulate within her left hand. [/i]
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[i]Remy turned his upper body slightly to the right, his shield shifting so it was horizontally in front of him. He then turned back while swinging his arm, letting go of his shield and making it fly at Olivia like a rectangular Frisbee. As the Frisbee soars through the air at surprisingly high speeds, the knight's left hand ignites into a large fire, the fiery red flames crackling and burning delightfully. He reeled his left arm back, as if he was about to throw a spear or a baseball, and then yanked the arm forwards, a big ball of pure chaos fire being lunged at Olivia, going Sanic fest since it was practically weightless and thrown by a medieval bodybuilder.[/i] "Nay.. I'd rather not."
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[i]Although Olivia simply dodged the flying shield boomerang thingy by suddenly crouching, she didn't have enough time to dodge the massive flaming fireball heading her way. She turned around suddenly, the fireball nailing her back, magma sizzling over her hardlight shields and eventually, her golden and titanium armor.[/i] "Shit..." [i]The dragonslaying knightess would practically cook within the thick armor she wore, but she had planned for something like this in the past. As the magma destroyed the shotgun, armor and sword on her back, Olivia muttered some words, and immediately, her body propelled through the front of the suit, the arms, legs, and the entire chest piece alongside the helm opening up so that she could get out safely while carrying her spear. And since her belt was attached to her as well, she was also retrieving her dual .44 Magnums and the sharpened stiletto at her side. Turning back towards Remy, we have to spend a bit talking about Olivia's looks, so here we go. The knightess still stood at six feet six, her body engulfed in a lightweight carbon fiber and ceramic skin-tight suit, hardlight shields suddenly forming over it. The suit covered her entire body other than her head, so that would have been where sharpshooters would have definitely targeted first. Her long, dark red hair was tied back in a ponytail, her bright electric yellow eyes only staring at Remy in a rather serious yet hateful manner. Olivia looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, with smooth tan skin, high cheekbones, a sharp chin and small nose. It was Alai worth mentioning that Olivia wasn't fat not skinny, looking slightly muscular yet...physically attractive. She had curves, to say the least. A slight smirk appeared on her young face, a chuckle escaping her mouth before she could speak. [/i] "So, uh...this is nice. Though I liked that suit..." [i]She had leaped back several feet away from her currently burning suit, and knew that she wouldn't be capable of retrieving anything that she had left behind. Still, she had her electric spear and her .44 Magnums, and she was willing to utilize her opponent's weakness now. Specifically...range. She drew one of the .44 Magnums at her side, the barrel engraved with the name "Bonnie". Olivia raised the pistol upwards, firing three shots and watching the explosive rounds spiral towards Remy.[/i]
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[i]The Lord of Man growled as the three shots impacted with his hardlight shields, each shot combined leaving him reeling, the third shot even forcing the man who had gone against the prophecy to take a step back, while it also knocked his shields out. The flame that had consumed his left hand then vanished without a trace as the armoured hand reached for a previously hidden talisman. It was white and made out of ivory, covered by a very thin layer of white cloth with a golden rim. Remy raised his left hand, holding the ivory talisman in the air as two lengthy spikes of pure, sizzling lightning erupted from the talisman; a single spike on each end. He yanked his arm forwards again, throwing the lighting spear as if it were an actual spear, the rod of lighting moving real damn quick.. because, y'know, lightning. The Chosen Undead then moved the talisman across the blade of his greatsword, coating the weapon in yellow energy, lighting sizzling off it.. yet, it also glowed like the sun. [/i]
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[i]Simply dodging to her right, Olivia was much quicker than she was before, so for slower combatants, she would be a pain in the ass to fight in this stage. She fired off three more shots towards Remy, the smile on her face widening slightly as she holstered the revolver and drew the one named "Clyde", firing four shots now instead of three.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 10/2/2016 2:04:57 PM[i]Each shot made his body rock, making Remy stumble back. A growl then came from his throat, the tips of his left index and middle finger tracing over the big ass dents in his chest plate. The light around him then flickered slightly, his shields recharging as the Chosen Undead started charging at Olivia, his lengthy legs and superhuman strength very quickly carrying him forwards as he leaped more than he ran, every step he took resonating through the cathedral. The Dark Lord held his blade before him, blunt side facing Olivia, to block further bullets - though the weapon didn't cover him completely. He growled again, the talisman disappearing into a pouch hooked to a leather belt wrapped around his waist, left hand being enveloped with a giant flame again. Once close enough, the Chosen Undead lunged for Olivia, his left hand throwing about Great Chaos Fireball at Olivia, his right hand simultaneously swinging at the lass from the right, aiming for the things - to low to roll under, and too high to jump over.. Plus, with the length of the sword and the arms that were about two feet long.. [/i]
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[i]Immediately throwing the revolver to the side and not even watching the weapon skid across the marble ground, Olivia gripped her supercharged plasma spear and held it outwards, raising it and pointing the tip straight towards Remy's solar plexus. In all honesty, Olivia knew that she was -blam!-ed, she just didn't care any more. Becoming a literal black and red blur, she sprinted towards Remy, slamming into the Chaos fireball head-on and screaming loudly as its magma and fire covered her body, literally cooking her alive, although she still kept charging. It was the greatsword that did the most damage. The weapon tore through Olivia's side as it slammed into her waist, ripping through carbon, ceramic plating, flesh and bone as blood splattered across its blade. The knightess only grimaced in terrific pain as she slammed into Remy with all of the strength she could muster, drawing the stiletto at her side with her left hand as the spear hopefully impaled him. She knew she was about to die, from the fire and magma burning her flesh and blood loss from the greatsword ripping through her body. But she would atleast take Remy with her, even if this was virtual reality. [/i]
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[i]The spear coming at him just made Remy burst into psychotic, maniacal laughter, no fear or even worry being there. He impaled himself, the spear ramming through the still recharging shields and the armour, sinking into Remy's flesh and piercing spine, exiting out the other end, blood covering the entire length of the spear reaching to the Chosen Undead's chest. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't give a single fück. Even with ruptured organs, an impaled body, a completely paralyzed lower half, and lava burning away at his very body, Remy just growled as he yanked his sword out of Olivia, raising it above his head as magma and blood dripped from the weapon, slightly muffled laughter still booming from the man. He then slammed the melting sword down at Olivia, aiming to cleave her head and upper body in half. [/i]
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[i]As Remy tore out the Wolf Knight's blade, Olivia immediately lost her grip on both weapons, dropping the stiletto to the ground with a clatter and simply leaving the golden spear within her opponent's body. In her twisted logic...she had failed. The knightess fell to her knees, thick dark blood dripping out of her mouth and wounds, and didn't even attempt to look up as the greatsword slammed into her head, cleaving her in two pieces. Olivia fell to the marble floor, blood oozing from her wounds slowly. She was dead within the virtual reality of Anor Londo, slain by the one who had slain her father. This would impact her in a rather terrible way. And that rather terrible way pretty much occurred as soon as the arena began to fade away to its regular dull self, Remy's wounds suddenly healing, the blood of Olivia and in fact, her entire body, dissipating as if the events had never occurred. Outside of the arena, however, a feminine scream of absolute rage that Remy was probably familiar with sounded, followed by someone slamming their fist into pure stone several, several times, which was also mixed by some fairly vulgar words. [/i] [spoiler]So basically, this was the thing I was talking about earlier. You can either A: Try to speak to Olivia, emotional crap, or B: Just leave her to hate the world, lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Emotional crap! [/spoiler] [i]Remy's own body started to fade, a grin on his face as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining his tanned skin as the blood disappeared into his beard. He then chuckled, before succumbing to his virtual wounds, his body and weaponry fading completely. Then, he awoke outside, I assume by Olivia though I have no idea how this VR arena works. Remy gasped as his blue eyes flew open, his breath ragged.. Moments before, he had died, extreme pain had racked his body.. But he awoke, pain gone - it was quite surprising. The Chosen Undead slowly looked around, getting up slowly and cautiously, his clothes not making a single sound - yes, clothes.. Instead of his usual armour, Remy was wearing a simple, plain, ceramic white T-shirt, with a pair of black shorts to pair - to make his stay more comfortable.. He was, of course, still armed with the Greatsword of Artorias.[/i]
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[i]Yeah, I guess he did sorta just spawned next to her...or nearby. Slamming her armored fist into the outside wall of the arena, Olivia was still in her Dragonslayer armor, but didn't have the helmet on her at the moment. She had thrown it to the side, the snout of the lion resting against the dirt. She had no weapons, other than the spear sheathed on her back, and even then she didn't seek to use it. She was enraged, evident by the second roar of anger that escaped her throat before she slammed her unarmored head into the wall this time, going dreadfully silent. She hadn't noticed Remy at all yet, and wouldn't know how to react to him if he even bothered speaking with her.[/i]
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[i]Remy would have to go passed her if he wanted to exist, so he slowly started moving towards the area behind her, mud gently crunching beneath his sneakers, making him cringe as he froze.. Had he been heard? Then, just then, the lad shrugged, approaching Olivia rather normally. He then spoke once he was about seven feet away, his voice - despite it being deep and powerful - sounded young, the owner of the smooth voice looking to be around twenty,[/i] "Miss, art thee.. angered? Redundant question.." [i]Remy really didn't have many negative feelings towards the lion knightess; he had just flipped his shit earlier before because he thought she was Ornstein, somehow who was the cause of many of many deaths. [/i]
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[i]The knightess Olivia only went silent, placing her head on the cracked stone wall, tears silently making their way down her smooth cheeks. Why did this one care? He had killed her in the arena. Why did he give a damn about her condition? Olivia was persistent, and decided to ask Remy before responding to his question, her fist and head still against the wall.[/i] "...Why does thou care? Thou art the victor. Thou should not care for the loser no more..." [i]It was strange for Olivia, of all people, to speak in Old English. Perhaps she was only doing it because Remy was also speaking this way.[/i]
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[i]The Black Knight wannabe went silent, thinking about Olivia's words and a potential answer.. Why [b]did[/b] he care? He had no reason to, really. But, then he knew exactly why: The Knightess had bested him in combat; something that very rarely happened, nowadays. Even if she was a little gun using bïtch. [/i] "Thou bested meself in combat.. Something that is rare, indeed.. That is why this one cares about the loser, believe it or not.. Now, thee.. why dost thou feel this way? Crying, even.." [i]Remy swiftly took a few steps closer, until he was but two feet away. He lifted his left hand a little, hesitantly extending it out at the young Dragonslayer. He then carefully placed his hand on the woman's right shoulder.[/i] "Thou should feel.. pride, nay?"
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"...P-Pride..? I have no pride...I resorted to using firearms against thee. I called thee...terrible things. And thou ask me of...pride?" [i]The knightess's voice was shaky, yet she didn't react to the Black Knight placing his hand on her armored shoulder. She was enraged at herself, for in her twisted mind, she was nothing but a disappointment to her father's legacy.[/i] "...Thou will always have more pride, more honor, more valor, than one such as myself. I am nothing more than a disgrace to my lineage...a pathetic excuse to those that call thyselves Dragonslayers..."
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[spoiler]just pretend this is aaaaall in Old English. [/spoiler] "Oh? Did you forget? I have forsaken an ancient prophecy, usurping the world in an age Age of Dark, bringing the Age of Gods to its end.. I slayed without remorse, from innocent Fire Keepers, to peaceful creatures, like the Great Grey Wolf Sif.. All for souls.. And, ushering the world into an Age in which Chaos and Dark would rule.. What did I accomplish with that, Dragonslayer? I only killed more people by refusing to rekindle the First Flame.. And while it was indirectly, it was still my fault.." [i]Remy's own voice had gotten rather shaky, too, as well as just a little sad.. He truly meant his words; it's how he thought about the things he had done.. And the worst thing is..[/i] "And the worst thing is.. I don't care, honestly. If anything, I'm a monster. You're much better than me, Dragonslayer.. Much, much better.."
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[i]The dragonslaying knightess only sighed heavily, closing her tear-filled eyes for a moment afterwards. She spoke once more, stuttering several times as she spoke. She didn't even bother to speak in Old English now.[/i] "A-And?! T-that was the past...things that happened so long ago... T-This...?" [i]She didn't even finish her sentence, suddenly going silent as she let out a quiet sob.[/i] "...I-It doesn't change the fact that I am simply a disgrace, to all Dragonslayers throughout histoty...you committed actions that you thought were right...that benefitted you...things that I will never be able to even match..."
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[i]Remy spoke no further words.. but, instead, he gently pulled on Olivia's right shoulder, gently turning her around, making the two knights stand face to face. The Chosen Undead then just grimaced, a deep and lengthy sigh leaving his very light pink lips before he pursed them in thought.. Then, surprisingly enough, the one who killed Ornstein.. hugged his very daughter. It was funny, in my eyes, truly. The Dark Lord then finally spoke again, loosely holding Olivia close to him, arms wrapped around the lass like how two friends would hug one another. [/i] "We both did wrong things.. Even if we thought it would help us, the things were still wrong.. The only thing we can do is be strong by finding the courage to ask for forgiveness from the people we care about.."
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[i]Olivia only remained silent, although...slowly but steadily, she raised her own arms, wrapping her hands around Remy in response. She didn't know what to do other than that, as the knight was the only person here that she had actually gotten...somewhat close to at the moment. Maybe the only person she considered...a friend.[/i] [i]She slightly grinned at the thought of having an actual ally here, of all places. As such, she tightened her grip on Remy, closing her eyes as her lips remained pursed.[/i]
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[i]Friendzoned again. Even though the two had literally killed one another only moments ago, Remy found the hug pleasant, even with Olivia's armour. His grip tightened slightly when the hug became no longer one-sided, the corners of his mouth curling up in forming a little grin. [/i] "Do you have that strength, Dragonslayer..? The courage..?" [i]Was the only thing Remy asked to break the silence between the two, his own eyes closing as he held the one he had considered an enemy.. [/i]
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[i]Well, it might be a little too early for... Actually, -blam!- that. It's never too early.[/i] "...I guess I do...T-Thanks. Y'know, I...I haven't really introduced myself yet. I'm...Olivia." [i]She chuckled nervously, as she had never acted this way before. She didn't know how she should have treated Remy: as a good friend, or perhaps...more than a friend. The answer to that would have to come from Remy's next actions, as my characters pretty much never make the first move in a romantic relationship.[/i]
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[i]My characters are very much the same, actually.. Generally shy and nervous. Oh well. Let's get out of me comfort zone. Remy smirked, his gently blue eyes slowly sliding open as he lowered himself a little, looking at Olivia's closed eyes with a bemused look. He then spoke, his voice friendly, kind, and with a flirty undertone,[/i] "Beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl.. And you seem to be fairly nice.. Prideful, caring about your family.. Strong, too.." [i]Remy then straightened himself again, before speak once more, the flirtatious tone being gone,[/i] "My name is Remy of Lordran.."
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[i]Olivia only opened her electric yellow eyes, not blushing or going pale at all as she heard Remy's words. For some odd reason, she had placed her armored hands on the Dark Lord's waist, and she straightened herself out as well, staring into Remy's eyes and grinning slightly.[/i] "Y'know, I think the same about you...Remy. Even though you've done terrible things, you still have hope. You're still kind and human enough to comfort me, of all people...and that...means a lot." [i]A grin alongside a look of happiness engulfed the dragonslaying knightess's face, and she snickered awkwardly about the situation that the two were currently in. [/i]
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[i]He remained serious when he spoke again, though his voice remained ever kind and friendly, [/i] "It is only normal, would you not agree? You were my damsel in distress, and I, your hero." [i]He chuckled, his own arms remaining high, staying far, far away from any places that could even be considered "erogenous" - though, very slowly, he shifted his arms, his hands slowly trekking down to Olivia's waist, the cold metal making Remy's bare fingertips tingle a little.[/i] "Mhm, indeed.. Human enough, though still Undead.. Cursed to go Hollow.. But that won't happen; I won't allow it to. Not as long as there's still a chance, a hope for this curse to eventually be lifted.. For, what are humans without hope?" [i]And with those soft-spoken words, Remy went silent, his light blue eyes closing once more. He enjoyed the embrace.. quite a lot, at that. It had been the longest time since he hugged someone.. or even touched someone, without having the intent to kill. [/i]