"agreed" john said telepathically "some of the contenstants here are idiots"
Originally posted by JacopeX
::The crowd boo's after hearing that Rayden must leave the arena. Even though he advanced, the Crowd wanted to see the great humanoid and Martial Artist in action. They start to grow more and more rowdy by throwing bottles into the arena. Even while the next contestant walked into the Arena::
Originally posted by JacopeX
::Jacope X cringed and looked away alittle::Jacope X: Doesn't that hurt? Even a tiny bit?
Nightmare got up from his seat, after had focused on the previous soul that he had claimed. There was no sign of Nightmare's past, not from this person in current, or any of his previous lives. He raised his head and looked around. He observed the gathering of people, noticing Jacope, who had been the previous winner, talking to that John. They both seemed as powerful people, that had fought trough most things. By this, they most likely had information about Nightmare. Even thought they maybe did not know anything about him now, their souls probably did. Ones past life is hidden from the current person, but the information of the past life is forever hidden within the very soul. Mortals forget, but souls never do.
Nightmare placed his sword on his back and got up from his seat entirely. He had a look around, uncertain what to do. If he was not allowed to fight anyone here, then he could at least overhear conversations and learn things that he probably could have use of in the field, against the next victim of his blade.
Nightmare almost pitied the previous opponent of his. His opponents most powerful attack was resisted by the sword of Nightmare. Sometimes, the sword felt like an unfair advantage. Nightmare, however, knew better than that. He did not mind an unfair advantage, as long as he won the fight. He had crushed legends, bounty hunters and people that live to kill, ever since ancient times.
He walked up to a wall, within hearing of Jacope X and John, as well as the others around them. He could see how Rayden passed by, after his most unimpressive victory in the arena. Nightmare grinned, holding his laughter back from the man who won by walkover. He saw Jessy in the distance, clearly having his mind set at something. Sometimes, Nightmare wishes he could do mindreading. It would ease things up for him, by far. He grinned, shaking his head, leaning up against the wall and observed John, Jacope, Jessy and everyone else in the room.
john looked at the figure leaning on the wall..he was as tall as john, but unlike john, he was very solid, and carried as sword as large as he was..wait a min he thought..i know him..the man with the large sword..john grinned as he remembered soul stealing individuals who had appeared over the milenia.."nightmare" he whispered, too quiet for anyone to hear..
Nightmare covered his face with his arm, staring down to the ground. He grinned wickedly out of amusement at the discussion that they held over there. He kept an eye on the Jessy character that spoke out loud, far from as discreete as the John character. Was he, nothing but a kid, going to be even the slightest of matchup? The one thing that annoyed Nightmare, was the one rule of the tournament. One were not to kill their foe. If Nightmare were not allowed to kill his foes, how could he possibly bring out his true powers if he has to think of the wellbeing of his opponents.
Nightmare shook his head, observing the pack of people at the gathering. He grabbed the sword from his back and placed it over his shoulder. He looked at Jessy, claiming Nightmare was not the prime subject of their conversation. Nightmare frowned in mockery to Jessy as he started walking past the group. He stopped next to Jessy, placing the hand not holding the sword on the shoulder of Jessy.
"Quit now.. One is not allowed to kill another in the tournament.. But what can I say? I slip easily"
"so do i" john said, holding his scythe at nightmare neck.."so your nightmare...you a lot shorter than i imagined"..he picked up nightmare's blade from Jessy's shoulder, and winked at the large eye in the centre.."you sword is exceptional" john complimented, letting the blade go.."please excuse my blab happy friend" he continued, relaxing his weapon...
"Because you are tall, does not mean I'm short" Nightmare frowned, running the sword into the ground, supporting his weight against it and observing John, as well as the others. "Your 'friend' is excused, but his renegade tongue could get him into... trouble" Nightmare said, pausing. He laid his hand over the eye of the sword "I have a feeling you know more of the sword than it seems" He said, turning his burning gaze at John.
Nightmare could feel the force of dark magic flow trough the sword and into the body of himself. The voice, that Nightmare had heard so many times before, echoed in his mind. The voice was not led by telepathy, nor contact of mind or a simple voice. The streaming of the voice reached beyond what any magician could ever understand. The voice spoke as if it was nothing, yet everything. That it was everywhere, meanwhile nowhere. A voice only him, and maybe the reaper, if focusing hard enough could hear.
"An immortal soul, the wretched undead has. What you seek, in him might be found. Siegfried, we might have found what you have searched since ancient times. The answer. The answer of your past and the beginning of your future. Wait patiently, fight him in the arena and claim what is rightfully yours. Claim his soul!"
The voice, the sound, it seized to be heard for Nightmare, who placed the hand over his forehead and closed his eyes tight. Every time the edge spoke to him, it felt like his mind crumbled into tiny pieces. Nightmare, barely capable of standing after the communication, held tight to the sword as support, not to fall to the ground. His legs felt weak, almost like fluid. His arms felt like clay. For a moment, he felt like a normal human being, who just ran a marathon at full speed, without rest. The feeling always returned, when the sword provided him energy and information. After a few minutes, he would get back to normal. Until then, he felt like clay.
Growling, he looked around himself at those near him "First one to laugh, will go to sleep one head short" He hated being in his currently weak state, but the one thing that pissed him of more, was those that thought he was harmless during the weakened state.