The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR]
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The Hostile Takevoer [QATAR]
Thu Dec 18, 2014 7:55 am
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The sound of thunder crackled through the sky as the clouds let loose the torrential rain. Following the crackle, the city went quiet and the rain slowly enveloped the skies of the Maldives. Below, on the wet earthly sand laid a broad tanned man who seemed un-phased by the rain while the humans around him took cover. He laid there, his chest exposed to the rain while his hair slowly soaked up the rain. To his right, laid his grey silk shirt and navy gloves but he took no note of them as he opened his eyes and glanced around for women. The rain was rather comforting considering his night of hot amorous activity; this man wasn’t like the others that were taking shelter around him. He was dead.
Contrary to common belief, there isn’t a heaven or hell as preached by many religions but there are locations that closely resemble the stereotypes. Heaven is represented by the Soul Society, a place where souls are sent after death through interaction with Soul Reapers. The individuals sent there don’t suffer from hunger unless they possess an innate ability that many lack, the ability to utilize spiritual energy. Hell is represented by the stereotypical gates of hell, only those who have performed atrocities such as murder are sent to hell to face eternal punishment. This dead man however was fortunate enough to be sent to the so called Heaven where he learned the abilities he now possessed. The Soul Society have a specialist group called the Gotei 13 which employs all Soul Reapers and houses them throughout their time there, but the Soul Reapers have to remain lawful and true to their purpose, something that this man couldn’t quite do. He revolted and escaped from the Soul Society as an independent individual on the brink of death…
Over the years, this man developed his fighting techniques and his arsenal of powers to become a revered individual, his power was on par with a lot of his predecessors but his arrogant and aggression was off the scale. He biggest influence on his advancement was the presence of his brother and the desire to surpass him however with the mans recent departure, he had no clear aim or goal. His general electrifying personality and killer instincts have kept him alive thus far… He’s the Black Ops Commander….
S T I N G C H I K A R A
He awoke from his slumber and stood to his feet, with his right hand he took hold of his shirt and casually slipped it on prior to stuffing his gloves into his pockets and snapping his fingers. He felt the blood rush to his head as he stood but he shook it off. The click sounded and the gravity around him was momentarily distorted as a black void of the Gargantua formed before him. His stomach rumbled as he smelt the thick scents of nearby restaurants. To his displease, the Black Ops Commander had a mission to attend to, a Mission that he was assigned to months ago. “Two days left to claim it” the soothing voice of his newly appointed assistant echoed through his earpiece as he marched through the gargantuan. Destination: Qatar.
Following a several minute walk, Sting approached the other side of the gargantua, he came to a stop as his exit ripped into the Qatar skyline to provide him with the perfect view of the scenery. He wasn’t a sentimental individual but he liked to compare the before and after instances of cities to determine his effectiveness. He stepped out and gravity almost instantly acted on his body as he descended toward the ground. Over the past 400 years, not a lot had changed in Qatar apart from the buildings improving and the technology advancing, the Burj Qatar was directly beneath Stings trajectory, the building had been improved as glass panels encased the whole establishment. Its size was doubled so it didn’t come as a surprise that when Sting landed on the peak atop the Burj Qatar that the seismic vibrational wave generated shattered the building beneath him.
It was early morning in Qatar and the sun on Stings neck felt around thirty degrees Celsius. His keen eyes darted around as waves of spiritual energy exploded out from his being in attempts to attract some attention. Beneath him, people screamed, others took cover from the descending shards while several people laid in their own blood after having been hit by the buildings large glass panels…
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