Testing the Limits (Tarrasque rp for the battle royal)
Apr 25, 2022 23:37:49 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Apr 25, 2022 23:37:49 GMT -5
Tarrasque sits in his training cell (a brig cell decked out with exercise equipment). He meditates in an effort to reach the Akashic Records on the Astral Plane. The Records are records of all knowledge and events from the past, present, and even the future. Tarrasque was given the ability to access these records as a part of the experimentations done upon him to make him a super soldier. These experiments also reduced his mind to a child-like, beastial state that could not be easily controlled.
Handlers like Allen Anderson and Marcus Anderson were able to control and direct Tarrasque’s aggressions mostly because they treated him like one of the family. This security kept Tarrasque feeling safe and cared for. He was thus willing to listen. However, “the Brain” Allen Anderson had been shot and killed with the machinations of Armand von Krauss. Marcus Anderson has since gone missing and is presumed to be in Armand’s unwholesome care someplace.
Now enter Armand von Krauss. He seized control of Tarrasque and had Marcus Anderson “disposed of”. Now he claims to have Marcus in a secure location and uses a drug to prevent Tarrasque from accessing the Akashic Records to be able to find Marcus.
All this has left an angry, beastial Tarrasque under Armand’s strict control. However, as the drug slowly starts to wear off, Tarrasque pushes his boundaries in an attempt to find the location of his friend, Marcus Anderson, to be able to rescue him.
Tarrasque focuses his will and tries to get his mind to the Akashic Records. The drug that Armand has Tarrasque on makes it hard for him to focus on anything and erects a psychic wall between him and the Astral Plane. He forms a mental fist after a few minutes of trying and strikes the wall. The resounding boom inside his head causes pain, but he is used to pain. He strikes the wall again and again, trying to get through to the records so he can see where Marcus Anderson is being held so he can make the save.
We can see blood trickling from Tarrasque’s nose as he stands perfectly still in using what mental strength he has in trying to break this impregnable wall that might be made up of himself.
Inside of his head, we see that the wall has begun to weaken. A few cracks are showing at the base and the wall itself is starting to fade. Tarrasque smiles, placing his hand to his face to feel the blood running through his fingers. He focuses everything that he can and throws it at the wall.
BOOOOOOM!
The wall shatters. The pain in his head is excruciating, but nothing that he cannot handle. Finally, he can go to the Akashic Records and find his spiritual brother. He takes one single step toward the remains of the wall when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. The Wall snaps back into place and it becomes hard to focus his will again.
Tarrasque blinks and looks back into the real world to see a dart sticking out of his chest. He looks through the bars of his cell to see Armand von Krauss standing with a handgun that shoots the drugged darts so that they don’t have to get within arms’ reach of Tarrasque to deliver the drug.
Tarrasque falls backwards into a seated position onto his cot, weakened by a surge of the drug.
Tarrasque: How you know?
Armand von Krauss puts the gun away so he can light an Egyptian cigarette. He takes a couple of drags from it and blows the smoke into the air before responding.
Armand von Krauss: I have a device implanted on you someplace that detects astral energies. It knows when you are trying to access the Akashic Records and sends me a text message to redrug you. You must know by now that there is no defeating me. I have you, I control your abilities, and I have your friend. You do exactly as I command.
Tarrasque narrows his eyes and growls.
Tarrasque: Me kill you.
He charges at the bars, but slams directly into them with all of his force. He staggers backwards, blood pouring from a gash on his forehead to go with the blood from his nose to make his face into a red mask. Armand smiles and blows smoke into Tarrasque’s face.
Armand von Krauss: Save that anger for when you help me win the battle royal at Wrestle: UK. Some of the names in this event, you’ll need all of the anger that you can muster. You might even get to have your hands on the Bastards.
Tarrasque leans his face against the bars, giving a menacing growl.
Tarrasque: Me tear them apart!
Handlers like Allen Anderson and Marcus Anderson were able to control and direct Tarrasque’s aggressions mostly because they treated him like one of the family. This security kept Tarrasque feeling safe and cared for. He was thus willing to listen. However, “the Brain” Allen Anderson had been shot and killed with the machinations of Armand von Krauss. Marcus Anderson has since gone missing and is presumed to be in Armand’s unwholesome care someplace.
Now enter Armand von Krauss. He seized control of Tarrasque and had Marcus Anderson “disposed of”. Now he claims to have Marcus in a secure location and uses a drug to prevent Tarrasque from accessing the Akashic Records to be able to find Marcus.
All this has left an angry, beastial Tarrasque under Armand’s strict control. However, as the drug slowly starts to wear off, Tarrasque pushes his boundaries in an attempt to find the location of his friend, Marcus Anderson, to be able to rescue him.
Tarrasque focuses his will and tries to get his mind to the Akashic Records. The drug that Armand has Tarrasque on makes it hard for him to focus on anything and erects a psychic wall between him and the Astral Plane. He forms a mental fist after a few minutes of trying and strikes the wall. The resounding boom inside his head causes pain, but he is used to pain. He strikes the wall again and again, trying to get through to the records so he can see where Marcus Anderson is being held so he can make the save.
We can see blood trickling from Tarrasque’s nose as he stands perfectly still in using what mental strength he has in trying to break this impregnable wall that might be made up of himself.
Inside of his head, we see that the wall has begun to weaken. A few cracks are showing at the base and the wall itself is starting to fade. Tarrasque smiles, placing his hand to his face to feel the blood running through his fingers. He focuses everything that he can and throws it at the wall.
BOOOOOOM!
The wall shatters. The pain in his head is excruciating, but nothing that he cannot handle. Finally, he can go to the Akashic Records and find his spiritual brother. He takes one single step toward the remains of the wall when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. The Wall snaps back into place and it becomes hard to focus his will again.
Tarrasque blinks and looks back into the real world to see a dart sticking out of his chest. He looks through the bars of his cell to see Armand von Krauss standing with a handgun that shoots the drugged darts so that they don’t have to get within arms’ reach of Tarrasque to deliver the drug.
Tarrasque falls backwards into a seated position onto his cot, weakened by a surge of the drug.
Tarrasque: How you know?
Armand von Krauss puts the gun away so he can light an Egyptian cigarette. He takes a couple of drags from it and blows the smoke into the air before responding.
Armand von Krauss: I have a device implanted on you someplace that detects astral energies. It knows when you are trying to access the Akashic Records and sends me a text message to redrug you. You must know by now that there is no defeating me. I have you, I control your abilities, and I have your friend. You do exactly as I command.
Tarrasque narrows his eyes and growls.
Tarrasque: Me kill you.
He charges at the bars, but slams directly into them with all of his force. He staggers backwards, blood pouring from a gash on his forehead to go with the blood from his nose to make his face into a red mask. Armand smiles and blows smoke into Tarrasque’s face.
Armand von Krauss: Save that anger for when you help me win the battle royal at Wrestle: UK. Some of the names in this event, you’ll need all of the anger that you can muster. You might even get to have your hands on the Bastards.
Tarrasque leans his face against the bars, giving a menacing growl.
Tarrasque: Me tear them apart!
