Masks of Transformation

[F'jeris]

Finally! got the first part of the prologue done (computer lost power, resulting in re-doing it.)

*NOTES! PLEASE READ FIRST!

The world has multiple biomes with their own seasons, but the seasons never change.
Time-30 Hours in a day, 100 minutes in an hour and respectfully 100 seconds in a minute.
uhh....there was something else....whatever. i'll remember eventually.....I hope.....


So let the story begin!




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Prologue Part 1

Thousands of years ago, our ancestors were separated in tribes. These tribes wore masks to depict who belonged where.
All Was Peaceful. One day, A group of men stumbled upon a magnificent cave filled with ore of all colors.
They mined some ore, and placed some into their masks. As they wore the masks, the ore and masks combined transformed them into birds, depicted on their masks.
The men took off the masks, and transformed to their human selves again.
They brought the masks back to the village, and everyone wanted a piece of this ore in their masks.
News spread quickly. Villages and masks of all kinds flocked to the mine, putting the ore's into their masks.
Before long, every tribe had the power to transform. The tribes all had the same masks, so everyone traded with another.
But as time went, natural disasters struck some of the transformers (the people), killing them and leaving the mask.
Slowly, the masks left, not to be seen again. The masks waited and waited for someone to stumble upon them once again.


During 3427, during the Tecteara War, The masks were found. Some hidden in bushes, in the ground and in trees by the nearby town of Gikma.
The Reiko Rebels were cornered, with Gikma as their base. They found the masks, and harnessed the masks power. They turned the tides, quickly confusing the opponents, and won the war.
Scientists examined the masks, and realized the ore used is very common all over the world. They replicated it's effects with other masks, and mass produced them.
But what would happen to the world if they were to fall into the wrong hands?

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[Yoshi64Mario]

Ooooh, a good start here! This seems to remind me very slightly of what little knowledge I have of Majora's Mask. I'm waiting for the main character to appear!

 

[SuperMarioFanX100]

Great song choice, heh.

 

[F'jeris]

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Prologue Part 2

4699, 26:96:21, Hokjai

A crack emits from the sunny, beautiful air. Birds and animals scatter as the echo continues on.
Somewhere in Hokjai, a man has been assassinated in his living room. The only remnants of the offender is a small crack in window, an emblem on the window and a mark on their chest, both resembling an M and A.
Another sound shatters the air: a loud roar somewhere in the Downtown District. A beast is thrashing about. Multi-colored fur on top of 4 arms and 6 legs, standing at 10 feet tall. Under all that fur is the beast called Freikna.
A small lazer is traced on his back unoticed.
"One...Two...."
A man with a High-velocity Bolt Gun readies the trigger.
"Hey, can I see?" a small kid bumps into him as he pulls the trigger. The lightning bullet misses the target completely, smashing a window and a TV. Freikna is immediately noted, and begins to charge at his new prey.
"POUKRA!! What the hell, I missed!"
"HEY! It's not MY fault! If I'm to be a Mask Assassin like you, I need to SEE these monsters! And I didn't know the Fat-Ass would counter-act!"
The man pulls a mask from his bag, leaning next to him. "If you want to see the damn thing without a scope, THEN USE A FRIKIN HAWK MASK YOU DUMBY!!" he looks back at the raging Freikna. It's getting much too close for comfort. He throws Poukra the mask. "Put it on and press the button on the forehead! Head back home!"
The kid quickly obeys and puts on the mask. As he presses the button, his skin becomes feathers, his hands form wings, and his feet transform into meat-cutting talons. He flaps his wings and flies away, leaving the man and Freikna by themselves.
As the monster gets even closer, he wears a mask completely split in half and activates it's powers. Freikna is within striking range, and smashes at his target. The man lays there motionless. It continues bashing at the lifeless corpse, ensuring his demise. But on the side of the building, the man hangs on a wall, supported by a latch connected to the wall and his belt.
His sub-conscience begins talking to him. 'Its been a long time since your used that mask Xonai.'
"Hopefully it's the last." Xonai quickly aims down his scope, and takes out the unsuspecting Freikna.

 

[F'jeris]

Double-posting.....

Chapter 1

28:03:31-2 hours after assassination...
MA Base, underneath the T-Mask Shop...

Papers, toys and books are cluttered all over the place when Xonai gets home. He places his bag on a table and empties it's contents. Masks of various colors are pulled out and put on a hanger on a wall. The masks slowly glint in the darkness. 
Small footsteps approach from behind. A small girl about 6 years old and Poukra stand in the hall doorway. 
Xonai walks over and lifts up the girl and greets her with a big hug-and-twirl. "Hey Kayma! How are you today?"
"Daddy! Your squeezing too hard again! I can't breath!"
He loosens his grip and puts her back down. She scurries quickly to the other room, leaving Poukra to confront Xonai.
Xonai examines Poukra, noticing he's ticked off. "What, are you still mad about my explosion back there?"
"Why didn't you let me shoot it? I was trained for stuff like that."
He sighs. "Look, you saw how pissed the Freikna was already without the scope. It could have taken out that district. Plus you've never dealt with a Freikna before, just the small-fries."
Poukra crosses his arms. "That's still no excuse. I could have easily taken down Fat-ass. I'm 15 years old damnit."
"Do you want to see what I was taking down when I was 15? I was taking out Morko's, 20 foot giants with 10 arms and legs, total of 20 limbs combined. You know how much we've got for the Freikna?" he picks up a folder and tosses it to him. "Only 4K. The Morco's were worth nearly 50K each."
"But I'm a damn Assassin! Not a small-fry Hotshot!" Poukra's anger overwhelms him. He jumps and attempts to kick Xonai in the face. But he's countered is flipped backwards, landing on his stomach. Xonai puts his foot on his back. 
"Get it right, your an Assailant: 1 level lower than me," he says. "So don't get cocky and think you can take down a Morco or me. Because right now you don't have a chance at either." je lifts his foot. "Get your ass up. We'll see how well you've been training."
Poukra gets up and replies "Yes Master," mocking him.

 

[Yoshi64Mario]

Interesting... These Masks have many uses and abilities. But I wonder what the deal is with that "split" Mask, or whatever it's called... Sounds suspicious.

 

[F'jeris]

haaa, long chapter 2.

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26:92:67-4 minutes before assassination…
Somewhere in Hokjai…

A Chines Dragon soars arcross the sky, forming a patern with it's body, dissapearing at the tail. Citizens look up and adore the dragon. But something's odd about it, but no one can put their finger to what.
The dragon elegantly slows down and soflty lands on top of a apartment complex. A man jumps from it's back, carrying a EBAMSN-50C (Electric-Bolt-Action-Marked-Sniper-Rifle - 50 Catalyps). His jet-black hair completely matches his atire-Black overcoat, black jeans and a black mask covering all of his face and ears. It's split into two colors, Black and white, but the white looks like it belongs on another mask, or was forged into the black.
He moves to the edge of the complex, and looks at the builing next to it. Another Apartment building. He mounts his Rifle and looks into all the windows. He finds who he's looking for-and takes the shot.
The crack of the gun splits the air. Electricity splices through the glass and hits a man in the chest. The electricity elecricutes him on impact. He falls to the floor. 5 seconds afterwards, the letters MA are formed on the glass and on the mans chest where he got shot. The Black Man picks up his rifle and hops on his dragon. The dragon begins spinning in the air, and is off, picking up speed as it goes.

He reaches into his coat, and grabs a small little radio-like device. It begins beeping crazily. A virtual screen pops up from the device, showing someone's face blurred out.
"Is the Target taken care of?" The voice is blotched and deep.
The Black Man replies in a deep voice, face still covered with the mask, "Yes, the Target has been terminated."
"Good. Kol was a good man, but he had to go. You'll receive your payment as usual, from a Pymole at the Mikahl Museum on the 32nd station. This conversation never took place."
"Understood." The screen fades away as the man pockets the device.

12:85:49- 1 day later...
T-Mask Shop

Xonai enters the shop, hands in his pockets and eyes looking all over the place. A small robot sits at the desk at the back of the shop.
"Hello. How may I help you?" It asks in a nice female voice.
"Yea, is Konra or Kerry around?"
"Yes, they're in the shop. Can I take-"
He jumps over the desk and Grabs hold of a small microphone in front of the robot. "Kerry and Konra, could you come to the front desk please? We have something to discuss," he says into the mic.
Minutes later, a man about 5ft tall, completly covered in black soot, enters the door behind the desk. A welding mask hides his face. "Xonai, whas that REALLY nessesary?"
"Konra, when your not at the desk, I'll keep doing it!" He sits on the desk. "Besides the fact, who's this? A new prototype?"
"Ha, protype my ass." He pulls off the mask. His face is well-tanned with soot in spots on his face. His blue hair and eyes make give him an automatic innocent look. He pats the robot on the back. "This is the final product. KARRMEN, say hi to Xonai."
"So YOU'RE the infamous Xonai i've been hearing out of these two." It stands up and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you sir."
"You as well. You guys and your K's...So where's Kerry? Off on a material hunt?"
Konra crosses his arms. "How could you guess? She's got the eyes and the mask, so she should be back in a couple minutes or so...Why, what's wrong?"

"I want you guys to make a Mask for me. One i thought I would never ask for."
Konra crosses his arms. "What do you have in mind?"
"A Morko."
"Those giant beasts!? I thought you said you'd never want to see one again, mind becoming one!"
"Have you heard the news lately? Four men have been attacked in their homes. the police's only clue is the letters MA, much like my group If he uses masks, I have to get the edge on him or her."
He sighs. "I see where your going with this. fine, i can rip something up for you, but it will be only an estimated 5 feet tall. The shop can't hold that high of a monster."
"Thanks Konra I owe ya one."
"Yea, you'd better," he replies as he walks through the shop door."
Xonai relaxes. He didn't think Konra would go with the idea. He walks around the shops, looking at masks of all sorts.
One in particular catches his eye. A Dark-skinned mask with rips and holes riddleing it. under the eye sockets are small bits of flesh hanging loose.
He grabs the masks and expects it more. It's activation button is a bullet hole right in the forehead. Something went through this mask.
He brings it to KARRMEN. "How much for this thing?"
She grabs it and inspects it. "Hmm....I've never seen this mask in the shop before...How bout I give it to you for $10?"
"10 Bucks?" He grabs his wallet from his pocket. "Consider it sold."
"Erm....$300," It quickly corrects itself.
"Woa woa, what's with the price jump?"

A sharp kick spikes him in the back. His chest is pinned to the desk, foot on his back. A sharp bamboo stick rubs against his throat.
A female voice comes from behind in a sharp tone. "Tryin' to get a bargain on a mask, eh Xonai? You'd better have something good to trade then." The foot releases his body, and the stick retreats from his throat. Only one person he knows carries a bamboo stick everywhere they go. He turns around, rubbing his throat. Karren stands in front of him, holding the stick like a sword.
Standing at 5ft tall, Karren is Konra's Identical Twin, though her attitude proves to be different. Her long blue hair reaches all the way to her waist. Her attire contains black jeans and t-shirt.
"You got to stop doing that Karren. You'll slit my throat one of these days."
"Heh, as much as I'd love to, I know my limits. So you found that mask eh?" She puts the stick in a small sling on her back, right next to her backpack. She she leans her body on the counter and looks at the torn mask.
Xonai chuckles. "Yea, found it in the corner over at the front. You know you can't hide a mask from me. So what's the story on this thing?"
"Hardy har har." Karren grabs a small packet of gum from her pocket and sticks a piece in her mouth. "Now, Both me and Konra did research on this thing, but nothing's known about it. The only thing we found is that it's under some weird curse or something. Some really shamany stuff. And get this-there's only been a report of two found in the world. Some guy named Axel has the other one."
"Weird. Only two? Well that just raised the price to $30."
She rolls her eyes. "Yea. Add another couple zero's."
"Oh come on! You can't lower the price for me a little?"
Karren pauses. then she says, "All right Xonai. Because we've been friends since birth, I can give it to ya for 1K. That's as low as it get's."
He grabs his wallet from the desk and grabs $1,000. "Consider it sold"
Karren grabs the money from his hand. "Thanks for Dealin' with us. Have a good day sir."

 

[F'jeris]

oh gawd, this chapter took too long.

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16:93:04-4 Days later.....

A Mask Robbery. The most common type of theft in Hokjai. With a single mask, one can cause mayhem and crime easily.
The robber took 3 masks and ran for it in the Central District. After that, he dissapeared like a grain of dust-gone with the wind.
"The Armed robber is said to be a man named Roko Mayh. He is 6ft tall, broad shoulders and has multiple cuts on his face and arms. He also has a tatoo of a skull on his neck. Do not appro-"
The TV Turns off. a small sheet of paper prints from the side of it. Xonai picks it up, and analyzes it.
"Xonai, we're in deep trouble here." it reads. " I'm sure you've heard on the news about this Roko guy. He stole 3 masks, one which is powerful than both of us has seen. He snagged a Jokra Mask Xonai. You know there are only at least a handful ever found and made.
You need to take him out, before the city is torn to shreds. The deal is 20K and you can keep the mask, just make sure the feds don't see you taking it. Your friend, Kraimer."
He puts the sheet beside the TV, grabs his bag and walks up the steps outside. He enters the T-Mask shop lying above his house.
"Hey KARRMEN, has Konra finished the mask yet? It's been 4 days."
"I believe not Xonai. It should be done in two days time."
"Thanks." He quickly leaves, and pulls a bird mask from his bag and puts it on. He presses the activation button, and begins transforming.
His whole body quickly turns to feathers, tickling his body. His fingers lose feeling, leaving him with fingerless wings. His mouth enlarges, forming a beak, and lastly, his feet form triple-pronged talons.
He shrinks down to size, and his final form is shown-a Blue Harkinus. He jumps in the air, flaps his wings and soars away.

*****

Roko Mayh hides behind a corner, panting like a dog. He's just managed to evade the police hounds within a fraction of a second. The dogs run wildly past. He sits on the ground, relived they've missed him.
He pulls out his small bag, full of the masks he's stolen. His bag was too small to carry more, but he got away with three for today. Two are delicatly crafted and shiney, while the other is worn out with dents and scratches. The greens, golds and cyans give it an erie appearance.
He tries on the mask and it fits his face perfectly. 'Perfect,' he whispers.
Up above, a small Harkinus bird soars around, chirping like it's never spoke before. It circles above, slowly getting lower.
"Shit....time to try this baby out..." he presses the button which is a small swirl, and transforms.

*****

Xonai slowly lowers himself towards Roko, circling him in the air.
'You can't hide from me!' he says in his thoughts.
A blinding flash of green quickly emits from Roko. Xonai is blinded, and tries to fly away.
A sharp pain begins from his arm. he turns his head. Blood flows from a cut on his wing. But by what?
He quickly dives towards the road underneath him and pulls on his beak. Light slowly emits from the beak, until a flash.
Xonai's hands hit the ground as the mask falls from his face. He's normal again. He turns around to see what struck him. off in the distance is some kind of insect-like creature.
It quickly get's closer every second. A giant insect hovers over Xonai. It's six armed-scythes, one already with blood on it, are prepareed to rip him apart. multiple markings litter the body like scars.
"Are you trying to pursue me boy?" It speaks. "I'll tear your heart in 6!"
"Roko! take the mask off! we can talk about this!"
"You really think I want to talk? I'M A GOD NOW! And nobody will be able to stop me!"
Xonai reaches in his bag again and pulls out the ragged mask. "Nobody but me." He puts it on and places his finger on the bullet hole.

Blackness quickly erases all light. Xonai's body quickly rots. Meat on his arms and legs decay, showing bits of bone. His left eye drops like a ball.
The transformation is done. He is one of the Undead. Roko stares at him almost in fear. "What is that!?"
Xoani looks ar himself. "I....I don't know." Suddenly, hands spurt from the ground he's standing on. The Undead slowly awaken from their slumber as they pull themelves from the ground.
Neither Xonai nor Roko know what to do. All of the zombies stumple towards Xonai, moaning and yelling "We're back Master!"
One of the zombies apporaches him without a limp and acting like he's still alive. His body is nearly completely safe of scars or gashes, unlike the others. He wears a worn army uniform with a military hat. He grabs Xonai's hand and shakes it saying, "Sir! We're ready for battle! Whom shalt we Attack sir?"
Xonai realizes that the undead are at his command. He points towards Roko and replies "Be sure not to kill him."
They all stare at Roko and charge. He moves backwards, and charges at all of the zombies. His scythes splice arms, legs and bodies as he quickly moves through. But as one is slaughtered to the ground, another one rises and replaces the old: an infinite army of the dead.
The slaughter continues, until the Military Man walks up to Xonai. "Sir! We're losing men at a fast rate? Shall I call for a Grohkma?"
"Do whatever you need, but don't kill him! I need him alive!"
The man salutes and replies, "SIR YES SIR!"He puts his two thumbs in his mouth and whistles in a ear-piercing tone. The Zombies all stop attacking and cover their ears yelling "Your doomed now! Grohkma's coming for your soul!"t

The whistling stops. a small bump in the pavement erects in front of Xonai and the Military Man. It grows larger and larger, until it explodes, sending rocks and dirt in every direction. Roko Flies above, just in time to evade some of the rocks.
A giant tank-like beast rises from the middle of the mound of pavement. It's 4 arms show sharp spikes, wiling to tear through metal and bone. It's triple eyes are spread out on it's head, giving it a full 360 view of the area. it's long quadruple-pronged tail twists and turns, opening and closing, ready to spear.
The man moves Xonai backwards, away from the rearing Grohkma. "Sir, we need to step back."
Roko lowers, and rub the scythes together. "You think that thing can beat me? I told you once before boy, I'M A F*CKING GOD-"
The beast charges fast, not giving Roko the chance to dodge or counter. One of it's arms spears into his body, spilling blood all over the bodies below.
The zombies cheer, asking for more. The Grohkma's tail twists towards his face. It snaps on, and pulls. The face flashes green, and Roko is formed back into his human form. he lays on top of the spike, passed out, mask still on his face.
It lowers him softly to the ground. The man turns back to Xonai. "Is there anything else needed sir?"
Xonai salutes, answering "No sir. You may go to rest."
He salutes back. "Yes sir, thank you sir. but before I go, Be sure not to wear this mask too much sir. It has horrible after effects. Good day sir." His body slowly lowers into the pavement, along with the other zombies.