Thread: Yugioh - Designer Souls

Hotsuma Oboro The Slums, Satellite, May 10 0645am With the union of the Tops and Satellite, the former decrepit island now bustled with activity and life. Shops and houses sprung up like weeds, many of the older 'project' buildings renovated to house the new residents that wanted to escape the hustle and bustle of the former Tops. Especially given the news about the Mid-May Invitational, an event that had all the recently-opened card shops practically bustling with activity as those that received their acceptance letters vied to get those last few cards needed to make sure their decks were completed. And though the first few rounds likely wouldn't include Turbo Duels, many still visited Runner repair shops to get new parts and have mechanics look over their bikes to ensure everything was up to par. And for those that lived there longer, they even offered under-the-table services to have Duel Runners modified to still be technically tournament-legal but giving the riders a bit of an edge in their competition. However...For one young Duelist, his journey wouldn't even start at the opening ceremony. Now...Be a good little peasant and hand over your Disk...And throw in your invitation letter. Said a young man, face contorted into a wicked grin, the short black hair shaggy and falling in front of his eyes...Eyes that seemed to possess a distinct red glow to them. Like the eyes of someone possessed....And before him, his unlucky victim. Another young man, no older than sixteen, curly blonde hair mussed and the green jacket he wore scuffed with dirt as he tried to crawl from this madman, face covered in bruises and his breathing harsh from the beating he'd taken. With a slight yelp, the kid could only take off his Duel Disk and throw to the man's feet, squealing Please stop! Here, just take it! But I don't see how you're going to get in! That letter's for me and they'll see you're not me! The elder male's eyes drifted downward to the discarded device, grinning malevolently before stepping over it and towering over the cowering youth. Heh, fool. Did you honestly think this would be that easy? You know who I am, right? All this laughing, pretending people are friends, surely hasn't erased the memory of me...Has it? As for how I'll get in...I have my means. Those were his next words, his voice hollow and possessing a slight echo-like quality, his chest starting to glow a little if one focused, one could see a faint mark beginning to appear through the fabric of the deep-blue shirt he was wearing. Y-you're the Fiend, Hotsuma Oboro...People said you were locked up or something! That you just disappeared! the young man shouted, Hotsuma chuckling Yes, I suppose I did go off the radar for a while. But YOU - Tenchi Yachirobi, Son of Kakuza Yachirobi, Sector Sergeant - I'm so glad I ran into you. The things your father did. The people he hurt. If you felt fear now, you should hear the atrocities he committed. At the very least, I made sure he paid in part for the victims whose dignity he stole. The mark on Hotsuma's chest glowed a little brighter, the air beginning to hum. W-wait, how do you...No...No, YOU DIDN'T! Tenchi shouted, tears beginning to stream down his face as Hotsuma just kept that wicked grin, Yes...That news report about him getting into an accident was a complete fabrication. And now, it falls to you to atone for the rest of his sins. Such is your duty as the son. Hotsuma then hold out an arm, the red glow of his eyes rising just as the mark on his chest did, the extended limb covered in writhing black tendrils that shot out and instantly ensnared Tenchi, the boy having no chance to even let out a scream of desperation before he was swallowed whole. Fall down into the abyss...Serve your new Lord and Master. And right as that sentence was spoken, the tendrils fell away....And showing Tenchi transformed into a hideous demonic beast . What is thy will, my Lord? then said the creature, instantly kneeling before Hotsuma. And when Hotsuma would respond, it would no longer be his voice at all It would be darker, ominous, and ancient...Powerfully ancient. Go to the Palabyrinth and await instructions...With this tournament about to begin, now is the time for us to announce our presence. Where all will see who will reign supreme. You will know when it is time. And with only a curt nod, the beast was swallowed by the same tendrils that had transformed him...Leaving Hotsuma alone and still grinning. You enjoyed that...Who would have thought you had fought so hard to control me? Those were the words the same demonic voice spoke to Hotsuma in his mind, the boy laughing as he replied Son of a traitor is still a traitor...He deserved it. Besides, I just added another little pawn to your army. Don't tell me you're getting soft in your old age? This in return earned a chuckled, I suppose I should thank you...And besides, as I said, this tournament is the perfect opportunity. We will show them our might...The might of the Archfiends, and the Emperor who controls them.. Hotsuma turned around and bent down, holding the disk before him as black fire began to consume him...Before long, his alter-ego making itself known. Standing now at well over seven feet tall, a tattered green-black cloak billowed behind him as it affixed itself to his shoulders, the entirety of his armor a living testament to the Archfiend's Oath. Slung across his back stood a blade only six inches shorter than himself, the length covered in swathes of blood-red rust. Question...How WILL we make this thing recognize us? They are keyed to a Duelist, after all... Hotsuma then asked, the Emperor snickered, Boy, you underestimate the weight of my influence. Man or machine, nothing is beyond MY control. Holding the Duel Disk in one hand, the demon raised the other and had those same black tendrils wrap around it... The screen showing lines of code before displaying a series of messages. Error Unauthorized modification to core data... Virus intrusion detected, beginning lockdown.... Override accepted, user reassignment acknowledged Welcome, User Oboro, Hotsuma And after that, the tendrils then began to reform the disk...Disassembling it and then reconfiguring the design to have it be a more natural extension of the armor. The fields on which the cards were played now held a scythe-blade appearance, the end tapered to a lethal point, the color scheme gone and now holding the same coloration as the armor that adorned Hotsuma's new body. And before long, Hotsuma's deck was slid into the receiver, the Duel Disk acknowledging the deck as valid after scanning the cards. And before the boy could question it, the Emperor took up Tenchi's acceptance letter and held it in his now-free left hand. Fire consumed the paper for a second or two before disappearing, the names changed to reflect Hotsuma Oboro as the accepted candidate of the tournament. Very nice...Now that we have THAT squared away... Hotsuma began, the Emperor speaking aloud, starting to walk, his footsteps heavy like rolling thunder as he stepped from the shadows of the alley where Hotsuma had cornered the boy, the early morning sun rising and casting its light upon the Lord's massive figure. Let us show these peasants that the Archfiends shall rise again.