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Post by geraven on Mar 6, 2015 6:04:36 GMT
In truth, it was rather easy to follow the elf. Sure, the teleporting thing was good and all…but with Josh’s connection to the elements, Vermilion would be unable to hide from the ninja so long as he had any of said spells active on his person. The kunai did not impale the clones, either, though they did disappear from view. Only a large hole could be seen where they would have landed. Josh pulled back on the chain as soon as he felt the mist and fire suddenly appear behind him, and he was certain the psychic knew where Vermilion was as well. And it was a lucky break he had the telepathic link to Halinn when that sudden psychic wave hit the battlefield, and that she had her Psyshield active on the both of them. Or things could have been very bad for the ninja.
Josh turned on his heel and brought right hand up in a swift motion. The hand grabbed a loose part of the chain and brought it up just in time to block the attack from the elven swordsman’s fire-covered rapier. Due to Josh’s affinity for the elements, the heat was nothing for the ninja to deal with; and before the flames could heat the chain enough to slice through a bluish blaze erupted from the ninja’s hands and covered the chain from hand to hand. As the elf attempted his attack through the block, the ninja was able to duck the swipe and brought the chain down to the hilt of elf’s sword. He brought the blade down and snickered, as the kunai that had been pulled back to the ninja continued to fly. However, Josh was able to use his Ether to manipulate the knife as it flew to turn its point and aim straight for Vermilion’s head.
”Hey, Halinn…why don’t you keep an eye out up top? Make sure nobody else interferes, nyeh? Oh, and I’d get away from here if I were you.”
The chain itself would be incredibly hot for the elf to handle, and the light blue flames that licked the length of chain between Josh’s hands would threaten to burn Vermilion’s arm greatly in a short amount of time if his elemental prowess wasn’t up to snuff. But Josh had more in store for this elf. The large thundercloud that had formed overhead connected to a clone that burrowed up directly underneath Josh and the elf. He reached up to grab Vermilion’s legs to hold him, used Earth Manipulation to create spikes on all sides of the elf, as well make himself a conductor for the second half of the attack. The spikes aimed to impale him in every point imaginable.
The second clone jumped out of the ground nearby leapt into the air to rest within the thundercloud at the same time the first clone grabbed the elf’s legs. He rested within the thundercloud and began to absorb the lightning that Josh had been charging. As the spikes shot out of the ground, the clone in the sky released a massive bolt of lightning that would home in on Josh and Vermilion. Once it collided with the ground, it released a massive explosion of electricity that would push outward a good twenty meters, with an extra ten meters in just force alone which would destroy buildings and possibly a few civilians. Unfortunately, Josh just didn’t care enough to mess around, and was prepared for the lava that flew their way.
Things needed to get taken care of.
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Post by Hero on Mar 6, 2015 13:29:25 GMT
Dias Blade was strong. Worthy of recognition he was well-known throughout a few systems outside of the Darius System for his swordsmanship and unique skillset. Unfortunately for him, however, he wasn't dealing with the many weak enemies he'd faced in the past...no, he was dealing with one that may have lacked in experienced, but made up for it with instinct and raw talent. When Adell suddenly converged and time slowed almost to a creeping halt for a few moments at a time, Dias finally made his move. The Inner Eye gave him the ability to perceive it on the slowest most definitive level, and his mind being far from humane, the was able to see he thrust of Dias' blade coming before it had the chance to impale him through the chest.
Were it a different time and place, Adell might have moved out of the way: but Adell had absolutely no reason to fear Dias. Honestly? The white-haired sage hardly thought Dias possessed the power to even battle him on an even playing field. It was obvious by analyzing their body types and their attacks that Dias was more agile and Adell just downright stronger. Physiology proved it, their respective powers proved it, and the moment Dias allowed Adell to step into his immediate vicinity with no contest, this battle was over.
There were very few that could avoid death at the hands of The God Dragon. He didn't receive his name because of being some divine or Akashic-level monstrosity, no, it was because the Zenoushka discipline guided his fist down the throats of his enemies and he rarely failed to destroy them! Dias had the chance to be different, if he had stuck to what advantages he had from outside of Adell's melee range he may have actually succeeded in fighting the Lost Star. Instead, like anyone else who tested their luck up close, Dias would end up short and on the opposite end of where he'd probably like to be. That much was apparent, when the explosion of their respective moves yielded far different results. While Dias' was a mere blast of kinetic force, Adell's forward lunge literally shattered the rooftop, sending palpable waves of wind flying every which way.
Then there was Dias' attempt to plunge a sword into his head. Admirable, but at the time he chose to strike? Utterly fruitless. Adell was moving so incredibly fast that he wouldn't bother to stop, no, instead he'd let the blade's tip collide with his forehead with some interference from outside. By interference, he meant the winds already generated by his sudden explosive moment being manipulated to shove the blade off to the side just as it was being thrust. The result? It'd strike the top of his chest instead, but even with its plain edge crashing into his gigantic form, it would seem to yield absolutely no effect at all. Why? What the hell was Adell doing to repel all physical damage for the exact moment when the blade struck? It all became apparent when Dias Blade fell by the wayside and Adell followed through with his actions thereafter. Somehow, someway, he was delusional enough to believe his blade had struck Adell. On the contrary, his blade had bounced off of Adell's chest in the midst of his forward assault: which would leave Dias off-balance and temporarily vulnerable.
Accompany that with the fact that he hadn't drawn his other blade or reached for it in time (being off balance and not stating how fast he reached for it), Dias would once again have his body flung throng the building and into the ground below before HE even knew what happened. Somehow Dias had this notion that Adell didn't think and act as fast as his body physically moved, and that somehow he was faster. On the contrary, Adell thought just as fast as he moved, and his killer instinct only made him faster. He'd seen this before, fought it, dealt with it, time and time again he'd seen this exact same thing and as a certain red-haired shitface would say, it was no different than the last person who's done it.
Contrary to popular belief, Adell and Vincent had far more experience than their enemies were let to believe.
Dias crashed into the earth below, probably left delirious, knocked out, or dead, and Adell proceeded with moving to hover over the hole where Beramode descended. It Dias was lucky enough, he could stop Adell before he left, but if he was as weak as he had let on so far? He wasn't worth it.
And Adell Illiandes Laemington wouldn't feel bad about it either.
Assuming Dias did make some indication that he was alive down below, unless he did something towards Adell to let him know he was alive, Adell would stubbornly assume he was done and leave. Any chances of a satisfying encounter had pretty much been abandoned the moment Dias decided he was too good to pay attention and be as attentive as everyone else was to Xylphia and its conditions.
[OOC: Last post still follows through, you had more than enough time to post and chose to wait, buckle down and fight or cry. Or contest and make things worse. I won't be as nice in my next post : (]
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Post by Dias Blade on Mar 6, 2015 22:52:50 GMT
Adell's writer was clearly lost in some alternate reality where he believed Dias' sword wasn't totally capable of splitting through the metaphysical forces that somehow granted the man his seeming invincibility. Had the Dragon God (Another one?) not been so full of himself, he would have realized that it was not a smart idea to waste time speaking in a fight, especially against someone of the Narrian's caliber. The speed of his movement had clearly proven to defy the man's perception, causing him to hallucinate everything just prior to his vision blurring before all thought ceased. One could only imagine what goes on in the mind of a person who is having their brain split in two. As Adell's lifeless corpse continued to hang against the side of the building, head nailed to it by the blade sticking out from between his eyes, one could only guess why he would have started this fight in the first place.
(OOC: Stop being a crybaby. You said 48 hours, I posted within 48 hours. Don't try to justify your screw up. You swore up and down that the reason you wanted to do this HERE was because you felt paranoid about doing it on FFL because I was a moderator there. So I asked if your reason was so you could abuse your Admin powers in this fight to force your way to a victory. You said no. Was that a lie? Don't destroy what little dignity you still have left by acting like another FreeSaiyan)
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Post by Killiak on Mar 6, 2015 23:03:57 GMT
{BGM: "Dark Saint Battle"}How...unfortunate. The fist-fighter in particular had meant for his opening volley of chi-crafted blades to serve as a mere distraction from the warrior's true intent. On top of that, it appeared that the Super Demon grossly underestimated his foe's quickness, something he just might be about to pay dearly for. Thirdly, the one nearest the fist fighter and whom had arrived with three of his own comrades, was making a very lofty assumption about Ishida. The Super Demon had dismissed his Reaver's Cords, not retracted them, the black cylindrical tools of destruction vanishing as opposed to recoiling back into Ishida's fingers. This was a critical feature, designed to be a 'break-away' type weapon instead of a permanent appendage like some sort of Space Squid. Therefore, there was zero delay between when Ishida attacked with them and when he'd dismissed them altogether. Lastly, Ishida hadn't sent the damn things directly after the fist-fighter but through his own abandon he nearly impaled himself on one anyways. Just before it would have inadvertently struck was when they vanished. This quick turn of events prevented Ishida from carrying out his initial plan to attack more directly, but only to a small degree. It would have been far better for the boys to not be so careless when attacking an unknown, but at least they had a pair. Despite Ishida's own amplified speed by way of the Haste spell, he stood perfectly still with his right hand still dropping to his hip and grasping the hilt of his twin kodachi, The Overlord. Simultaneously, the world before him was cast into an array of gray hues, revealing all of the hidden bits lying in the shadows around him, figuratively speaking, while more importantly exposing tremendous volumes of information regarding his opponent for the Super Demon's viewing pleasure. By around that time, Ishida's attempted extermination of the pest creeping about the remnants of the bar and that general block had only served to piss the guy off apparently, as was evident in his tasteless screaming. Something about serving up dishes or whatever. Personally, Ishida wasn't hungry, as none of the events that were unfolding across the planet were enough to stir the monster's appetite to life. So, why in the world was his third opponent offering to feed him?! Well, in any case, Ishida didn't get all hung up on the confusing offer... The fist-fighter was using his chi again, the build up as radiant as the beacon of a lighthouse before Ishida's eyes. Warriors of his caliber were not restricted to sensing superfluous amounts of ether. After all, what good was a big bad beast like him if he could only detect the big game and not the rodents scurrying about the field? Not to say these six were rodents, it was far too early to cast his judgment on them, but at the same time he had yet to be adequately impressed or shown otherwise... The first shot from that obnoxiously designed gun cracked off, the constricting and twisting lines of the space around the projectile informing Ishida that none other than Halinn was the target. Rather than save her skin, the Super Demon chose to see what the outcome may be. After all, Josh was there too, and he could play the hero he always did. The next thing Ishida picked up on was the near simultaneous movements of the fist-fighter's immediate ally and friends, each one utilizing dimensional relocation to surround Ishida on practically all sides while maintaining their distance. At least they were acting somewhat intelligently by exercising some modicum of caution. Now, the second shot fired off and the fist fighter was launching a series of jabs toward his back, having left behind an after-image superimposed in the air by way of his chi-manipulation. Cute, but a trick that was nearly as old as Ishida himself. He had mastered that move when he was no more than the age of five, whenever the hell that was. In the end, tricking Ishida was more likely to fail than succeed, especially since he'd decided to release the inhibitors on his eyes. Outwardly imperceptible, and not some manner of ether-stimulation of the eyes magic trick, the Crimson Eye technique was far simpler than that. The constant stream of raw information regarding each and every facet of his surroundings and those that occupied them had its way of annoying the bastard half-way to death. Activating the technique was nothing more than taking the veil off his own natural vision, kinda like taking off really dark sunglasses. Out of all the paths to safety he had identified in an instant, Ishida chose the one that required the least movement. For some reason, it was widely believed that once one gets within someone's guard from behind, they would attain some rewarding upper hand. Again, Ishida was no amateur, and the fist-fighter was about to discover first hand precisely how wrong his estimations were. With a ripple of Gravija escaping his body, focused mostly throughout the mane blanketing Ishida's back, the fist-fighter had essentially fed his arm to the wolves. Utilizing the Gravija to manipulate the physical properties of his hair, signified in the metallic grinding and in the deep translucent purple of the element flowing throughout, Ishida had transformed his hair from wild fashion statement to deadly instrument of killing in the time it took for the fist-fighter to 'teleport' from in front of him to his rear. As the fist-fighter was launching his volley of jabs, Ishida initially didn't budge an inch and simply let the boy punch away. With that first jab, Ishida rolled forward, his hair flying back and upwards, both hands now crossed over his waist and gripping both hilts of his kodachi as he used his shoulder to carry himself through the movement. If the fist-fighter couldn't stop his own attack in the fraction of a second it took for Ishida to counter, not only would he lose an arm but the demon's hair would thoroughly shred the boy's entire body from head to toe. Hair or not, it could cut through metal if Ishida desired. Speaking of cutting through metal, the round fired off by Mr. Loud-Mouth had missed its mark through the combination of Ishida suddenly dropping into a forward roll, the physical and magical resistance of the Wall spell, and ultimately striking the layers of the demon's hair instead of its intended mark. The same spell managed to considerably weaken the ether-charged round just moments before it was ultimately destroyed by that hair smothering it with countless cutting strands. As for the 'holy judgment' effect attempted by the loud-mouth cowboy, it was met with the very same resistance as the St. Joan's Cross had faced when Ishida was playing Pirates and Demons on Vestusio. The gods these men worshiped, paid tribute to, or whatever else humans and their ilk did, all of them would find their divine powers completely useless against Ishida for one overly simple reason. The age old belief that forces of darkness were powerless against holy-rollers and Divine Gods and their judgment was wrong. Perhaps the demons of some realms were incapable of resisting the light wielding sissies' grand power, but Ishida was. In his realm, it was the darkness that consumed the light and not the other way around. Throwing holy magic his way was the equivalent of a toddler throwing a crumpled up piece of paper against the hull of a Galaxy Class Star-Cruiser or something--just plain pointless. Now, this wasn't always the case, as was seen in that let down of a tournament he'd managed to 'win' in the not so distant past. Crim el Furaga, infamous Captain of the Yggdrasil Crew Space Pirates, had one particular spell that had nearly knocked Ishida unconscious. Well boys and girls, the distinct difference between then and now was that Ishida had undergone drastic changes. No longer ruled by his carnal, savage instincts in spiritual, psychic, and physical senses, Ishida was once again his 'old self'. The difference that made was astronomical, since all it took for Ishida to claim his role was to embrace the darkness of his being instead of oppose it. This in turn awarded him unwavering resistance against all Light-based ether, and complete immunity to such silly things as 'Divine Judgment'. Back to the present. By the time this occurred, the six opponents squaring off against him would realize that the pulse of Gravija that emanated from the demon's body hadn't stopped at buffing his hair but had spread outward for several meters in all directions. Extending precisely fifteen meters horizontally in a perfect 360º circle, to be exact, it overshadowed the area fist-fighter's comrades had set up their perimeter around. A psychotic sneer arced across Ishida's face as he rose to his feet following the basic roll he had executed. Blood-red ether danced across his entire body, its potency enough to cause most men to all but abandon any desire to do combat and run in terror. That wasn't likely to happen in this place, but it was still worth noting that Ishida was exhibiting a truly lethal level of energy. Of course this wasn't the detail to be concerned about; when Ishida had crossed his arms to grab hold of either kodachi at his waist his intention was to draw them. In the rising motion he did just that, ripping each blade free of their scabbard in equally vertical paths. The blood-red ether immediately erupted up through the cutting edge of both weapons, ultimately releasing into two overlapping crescents of condensed fire-type ether. The aura that he was emitting was purely for show, as the energy utilized for this attack was drawn entirely out of The Overlord and not the demon's own reserves. Extending from roughly knee height through a point centered over his head, the criss-crossed crescents of fire-ether blazed paths of destruction with tremendous force backing them. The two enemies that had taken to the sky, the two that had flanked/surrounded him, and the gun-toting Loud Mouth all were conveniently standing or hovering directly in the path of the attack. Each of the surrounding buildings that were in the same path were instantly vaporized on contact as four trenches were neatly carved from the city streets where the tips of those crescents had passed over. Needless to say, unless properly defended the crescents would make quick work out of the bodies of the demon's foes if they were capable of vaporizing concrete, metal, glass and all the other minor materials the buildings were composed of. As if that weren't enough to deal with, Ishida's Gravija was still lying dormant in the circular, fifteen meter area, awaiting its command to move to action. If his opponents managed to survive the onslaught loosed by his God-Fear, then his next move would surely bury them. His enhanced defense was beginning to wear thin due to the barrage of attacks, and in just a few moments he expected to have to deal with the field initiated by the door-walkers directly if his ranged attack didn't obliterate them.
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Post by Beramode on Mar 6, 2015 23:27:43 GMT
Part I: The Candy Man CanSole’s Party Time Saver Ultra Effect went off without a hitch. Brobdingnag transformed from his normally huggable four armed self into the cavity inducing devourer of stars who was dubbed in those early moments as Pinatadingnag. And he was mad. Okay maybe it wasn’t without a hitch… Beramode was a fan of the Val’gara and had put an extensive amount of time into studying their hivemind in recent years. One ability in particular that fascinated him was their ability to share dominant traits with one another, while he wasn’t a part of the Cataclysm he was linked to Brobdingnag and so as an experiment he had begun to share with his newest friend. The Kaiser Effect kicked in once again, rebounding the Party Time Saver Ultra Effect into Sole and transforming him from a dapper suit wearing gentleman into a ridiculous party clown complete with a rainbow colored afro and a bright red nose, in some sick way reality had begun to reflect fiction. With his big floppy red shoes he delivered a brutal blow to what could be nominally declared Pinatadingnag’s rump, tearing through the confetti barriers and sending billions of cheap knock off candies flying across the Darius System. Then Pinatadingnag, still as aware as he ever had been, brought his billions of streamers in from across the star system, some so thin that they could not be seen that they could not be seen by the eyes of men and some so thick that they could have been skyscrapers in their right and the thirteen central streamers which could be used to crack planets wide open in a single swing, all for one man. They converged on Sole and held him tightly in place as fear passed over his clown face. Somewhere in the back of his shattered mind he was aware of what was going to happen. The streamers bored into every single hole in his body from the pores on his skin to those used to relieve waste, doing exactly what it was that the Val’gara did best and beginning to harvest him of all his divine energy to convert it into bioforce. Or maybe it was sugarforce now. Meanwhile on Xelphia the Candy’gara rained down on the planet. Gummy bears that could knock down entire building with four mutant arms and their grotesque skeletons visible through their translucent green flesh, swarms of vicious nerds that stripped flesh from bone, and more. The battle was over in a matter of minutes. Nobody was safe from it because every single person agreed unanimously that the candy Val’gara were delicious, even robots and demons united hand in hand, chomping and chewing on them and falling under the hypnotic spell of this new invasion. The world was terraformed about an hour later along with the entire Darius System. What was once a bustling class five civilization had been transformed into a testament to childhood obesity and Crim was declared the King with a candy cane crown and Dias his beautiful frosting laced wife. In the sky Pinatadingnag replaced the star Darius with a new star, fueled by the lobotomized catatonic body of what had once been death, shining bright yellow and smiling upon the world with childlike amusement from which he could never escape. But despite being imprisoned Sole had been relieved of the burden of his duty, he was for once in his life happy, and so was everyone else. Everyone accept one very sour looking fellow. “No, absolutely not, I refuse to take part in this farce.” Beramode was shaking with fury and horrified for he knew exactly what was happening. Candy Land was being born and Beramode was directly responsible for it. Yes little did you the viewer know that throughout his lifetime Beramode had visited Candy Land multiple times, it was a secret he tried to keep under wraps. The first had been what he had assumed to be a hallucination when he battled the drug lord Mister Crawley. But then it happened again when Candy Land had summoned him battle the nefarious General Gum. Then he had dueled the alien hivemind known as SMDP and all too recently he had stopped the Warden Fireside from burning it to the ground. In a blink everything had undone itself. The combatants were once again standing on Xelphia with everyone having vague memories of the time they had allowed their cravings to get the best of them and a small hint of shame. Beramode meanwhile just folded his arms and waited. Meanwhile Sole was strangely missing. Because somewhere out there in the vast Omniverse the reality known only as Candy Land still existed. Sole hung in the sky, removed of all will and slowly dying as his power was drained, but for once he was finally happy. Part II: The Belly of the BeastBeramode rubbed the bridge of his nose while Icura guffawed at him, shoveling a handful of candy down her mouth. Someone might notice that these little pieces of candy in her grasp were wriggling, writhing, alive, and terrified in her grasp right before her elongated teeth smashed them into oblivion. Somewhere deep in the crust of Xelphia the general of Shin-Ra Elyk had decided that it would be a good idea to headbutt a drill head on. It was a novel idea, the whole hydraulic pressure thing, but it didn’t really work for a few reasons that Elyk really should have learned during high school on Xenogaia. But the most obvious was that he was facing down a drill, the pointy end of the drill smashed through his liquid body and then while rapidly spinning it would begin to push its way through the rest of his body, dispersing him out to the side rather than allow pressure to build up for whatever technique he was planning, in short the drill did exactly what it had been created to do and that was drill its way through him. When Beramode had summoned it the drill in question had been about half a mile in length but Elyk, moments before his demise, would bear witness to the fact that the drill was in fact getting larger. The second thing he forgot was to take note of how the drill was pushing its way into the ground. The patterns were not consistent with a drill like one might assume, drills created a lot of debris, but there had been none of that as far as this device could be considered. The patterns were consistent with acid scaring implying that the drill was in fact burning its way through to the center of the planet. The drill was quite literally eating its way through the world, devouring everything that got in its way be it magical or otherwise, and Elyk would only have time for a single thought before the drill smashed him to pieces and consumed him too… “Bera-sama, I just ate an angel!” Chidea chirped happily. “Haw haw, I thought this was supposed to be a challenge.” Icura laughed, candy spilling from her mouth as she threw her head. “It was supposed to be.” Beramode could feel a headache forming. He turned to Vincent and nodded his quiet approval towards his son. He had lingered inside of the Bounded Field long enough for any stray attacks being sent his way to get caught, like say a bullet or something, but now his boy had a guest and Beramode was not inclined to interfere. “Do try and leave the corpse intact. I still have a few questions I want to answer.” “He tasted weird.” Chidea mused for a second, hovering around Beramode in the vague shape of a bloody woman. “Like chicken. A weird chicken.” Then she was gone. Somewhere deeper inside of the planet Chidea met with resistance, giant metal tectonic plates by the looks of them, and for a brief moment she came to a stop. Whatever it was that made up the core of this artificial planet was thick, something Beramode had anticipated, but what the Eikona had not predicted was the absolute nature that Shi Chidea’s hunger. The plating resisted for a moment but just like Elyk and just like the crust of Xelphia every scraping inch disappeared into her endless stomach, becoming fuel for her rampage and in turn making her all the hungrier. Soon enough Chidea had adapted to that tough Eikona material, having studied it quite thoroughly in those moments, integrated it into her assault, and continued her hungry rampage with renewed vigor. Part III: Boredom OverwhelmingBeramode found himself more than a little shocked that the members of the Yggdrasil Crew were having such a hard time winning this battle. He hadn’t meant to write off the people of Havoc so quickly but he had at least expected one person to break through and come after him… For just an instant it looked like someone had directed their attention his way, the coward Dias Blade had probably felt his ears growing hot. But his attention was required elsewhere as Adell was not quite as dead as the azure swordsman had assumed. Well that was a dance that would have to wait for another time. Meanwhile in space Brobdingnag went back about his business, cold and methodical, apparently he had just accepted that drug trip for what it was and working his dark magic on the star in the skies. Just like he had done with Sole his fell presence had already graced the star with its presence and was beginning to manipulate the star bit by bit, using a combination of the two bio forces to simultaneously speed up the life cycle of the star and to increase its potency. The good people of the Darius system would notice their star graduating from a warm yellow to an intense white and then to a calm cool blue in the next few moments. Despite how hot the star now was it was actually letting off less heat and the Darius system would begin to steadily freeze over. Oh, what the star was artificial too? Brob Dillan did not care. Energy was energy, be it Eikona energy or otherwise, and the Val’gara were born to both manipulate and harvest it. Beramode flashed a hand down to his hip, a move that was more for show than anything else, and from his personal armory the gun Inverse appeared in his grasp. Inverse was a beast of a weapon, all black save for the vivid red highlights crawling along its length, with a barrel too long to be logical and a massive slide mounted upon its head. He leveled it quietly with something off in the distance roughly a hundred miles away and with a squeeze of the trigger he fired a shot with enough accuracy to avoid disturbing anyone save for those he intended. The round itself was a real thing, a solid slug of tungsten supercharged with his fell energy, a bit like a rail gun if one had to put labels on it. It passed that distance in the blink of an eye and drifted in-between Christina and Lysander. It was meant to hit neither but the shockwave that the bullet left off as it passed, really more of an extremely volatile slag at this point, would have been enough to flip a building over and in fact the area around them flattened just before the bullet slammed into an apartment complex a few yards away. The complex itself ceased to exist, folding in on itself before the bullet continued its rampage. Some hundred miles off it would finally exhaust itself and come to rest. It was a challenge. ‘I grow bored. Let me play with this one son. Besides I think you have some catching up to do with an old friend.’ But who could that possibly be, Lysander was such a loveable guy he had a lot of friends. It could have been Josh or Law or Loki or even the big super demon Ishida that Lysander thought he knew but had confused for Ishitalot, the albino gorilla with a heart of gold Either way daddy was going to have an affair. “Care for a dance, milady.” Beramode’s voice was carried on the mist once more, a personal message delivered for the sake of Christina and Christina alone. There was a lot of distance between the two of them and even a child could tell that something was afoot as the mist grew thicker and the world began to shift betwixt them. He was preparing the field.
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Post by elyk on Mar 7, 2015 17:29:31 GMT
God damn, this thing is messing up more than the Missingno glitch. Party favors, gummy bears, and confetti aside other things were going completely out of wack. Perhaps the strain of so much going on at once is making the system make some glaring mistakes. Oh well!
Aside from all the weird crap going on between Sole and Beramode not to mention all the random sillyness of delicious salt water taffy(YUM!) being present and the fact that both dias and adell seemingly just kill each other over and over again, Elyk had his full attention on the drill at the moment. The fighting of ishida with the two infected agents of Havoc was the most interesting thing on the planet so far and for some reason seemed to be completely free of nonsense.
As far as the systems mistakes go none was so glaring than the one from Beramode himself. You see, he assumed that Elyk himself was the liquid that was pushing up on the drill but in fact it was something else, something more ancient. You see the lifestream is hidden on all worlds were life exists. It can be pretty deep down inside of it most of the time and is usually a natural force that doesn't have to intervene. Every time someone has been able to direct its power though amazing things happen. Things that shouldn't happen normally can occur. For instance an incurable disease or virus gets purified from systems all the way up to the cancellation of high magic spells and dissolving of an entire meteor.
Luckily for Elyk long long ago he discovered a strange connection to it and learned how to speak with it. That was thousands and thousands of years ago and now through the atonement of his prior sins he is the full Advent of the Stream being able to call upon it, merge with it, and direct it's will when necessary for the life of a given planet or for the over all balance of life across the Omniverse. When turbo farter McGee began to spread his gas around trying to corrupt stuff and the little coat pocket rocket from vinny began their first tirade Elyk responded with using his orange materia but also a slight shimmer in his eye. That shimmer was calling to the stream so it could rise up from the depths just in case he needed it and with a giant drill trying to destroy the damn place well yeah...its needed!
He didn't worry about someone else trying to use the Stream here even though vinny could absorb practically everything. Because the Stream had it's own will and wasn't just some silly thing to be grabbed. It only allowed you to use when it wanted you to use it and right now that was not going to aid in its own destruction! Plus if he could that meant he could just absorb all his enemies with no problems and wouldn't be bothering with a dog and pony show with Crim.
The Stream filled up from the front and over the top of the drill starting to dismantle it both physically and magically dissolving it fully and pushing the vile after effects out the hole it came from. While that happened a green oozing spot formed about ten feet in front of Beramode with its green spiraling tendrils of stream came out and formed Elyks body in front of him.
"Let myself introduce myself. I'm here to annoy you for a while, quite possibly until you get very tired of even dealing with all of this."
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Post by Dirge on Mar 7, 2015 21:26:46 GMT
It really didn’t matter how much Crim didn’t want the trap he had so willingly stepped into to affect him. The reality of the matter is that the moment he tried to conjure up an ether field, it didn’t work due to the effect of the Bounded Field he was currently in; the ether just fizzled out and vanished into nothingness. Needless to say, his escape attempt that dealt with trying to move away from the area of the circle was met with nothing more than a few constant loops around the affected area. What did this meant for Crim? It simply meant that he’d run exactly forty laps inside the circle.
Which obviously also meant that the real Crim had dodged most of the invisible punches that traversed through the air between them.
Many times.
The guy was a misfit and that much was clear. He didn’t have to try to embody and reinforce that aspect of himself time and time again; it just happened, and everybody around him knew it. But to ignore the effects of a Bounded Field often cost people their lives and it probably wouldn’t be an exception this time around if the captain of the Crew continued to act so carelessly.
Somewhere in the middle of those laps Crim was running without even realizing that he hadn’t even moved outside of the area of the circle, Vincent decided to match the guy’s speed. He flew beside Crim at roughly five feet of distance from each other, seemingly expending little effort in doing so. And the punches simply continued to rain down on the fleeing pirate, peppering the area around him as well as his body. The shockwaves that missed ended up creating many a crater along the runed surface of the dirt, rock, and asphalt, all which reeked of the magister’s influence. They say the captain always goes down with their ship but in this case it seemed Crim wanted to jump ship right away. The cowardice of the self-proclaimed leader of the group was pretty damn evident at this point, and Vincent had little doubt it would keep displaying itself throughout the events that continued to unfold.
Outside the Bounded Field, Kirisame kept flying through the iridescent streams of lights covering the air irregularly. Her keen eyes picked up events here and there but it was mostly Hyades’ influence what was feeding a steady stream of constant information to the little Aspect. And she soon understood what the glow akin to the aurora borealis all over the lowest layer of Xelphia’s troposphere was. These streams of light gradually began to mold themselves into linear series of symbols and hieroglyphs framed by translucent strings.
The changes around the solar system were evident the moment its star began to lose its juice. Brobdingnag was working his magic through the Darius system – a very different sort of magic from the kind Vincent wielded. The planet was about to undergo some terrible changes, and that was without looking at the drill piercing through the planet’s crust.
The cacophony of voices that had assaulted Kirisame previously were now whispering within Vincent’s mind. If one looked closely enough, the Halfling’s right eye was growing affected with specks of crimson adorning the surface of its azure iris. Little black dots surfaced along the white sclera, dissipating and disappearing after a few seconds. The consequences of Magia Erebea were starting to manifest within the magister’s physical vessel, and even his ever shifting energy was undergoing several changes. Although there was very little change in the magister’s semblance, there was far more than what met the eye going on within him.
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Post by Flarhgunnstow MacGrarfileld on Mar 7, 2015 21:33:41 GMT
The Captain of the Yggdrasil Space Pirates, Crim El Furaga, that dashing lanky red-haired ne'er-do-well to end all ne-er-do-wells, sat at a bar located somewhere in Babylon City. He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but it didn't matter because "FINALLY I CAN GET DRUNK!" he jumped up and yelled all of a sudden, causing some old guy to stumble and fall off a stool. "Ya crazy whore!" the old guy stammered. "Ya made me fall! I hit the floor like a sack of bricks!" "Better than a sack of shit though! HAHA!" Crim replied as he downed his eighth shot of some sort of overpowered whiskey. It wouldn't be long now before he ended up losing all motor function, his brain turning to so much mush, like the town drunk in some bizarro dystopian Ayn Rand novel full of laughing smiling children, all riding animals and singing. "...the singing children!" You'd think there would be some kind of ulterior motive for his presence in this place at such a seemingly opportune time, but really, he was just here for the chicken wings. Also the TV. "What is this shit?" Crim asked the barkeep, who simply stared back at him blankly without saying anything. "Fuckin' buggy as shit," he muttered. "Nice work Doc." The TV screen mounted on the wall behind the bar displayed what appeared to be some kind of crazy nonsense title match between himself and a namby-pamby silver-haired uberwizard, and boy howdy, the two of them were really going at it full Crimtard! At least that's what Crim assumed it was. But actually, the TV was just a hologram being projected from his yPhone, which was sitting nearby on the bar. It vibrated every two seconds, causing the holographic TV to shake and distort. Crim just thought it was the booze working its mojo. "It all starts with a little drinkie-poo!" He raised his glass to the still expressionless barkeep while the TV fighters fought their big fight or whatever. There were probably other details too but by this point the Captain was too smashed to do anything about it. Sixteen going on sixty! Enter Crimception.
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Post by elyk on Mar 7, 2015 23:49:29 GMT
The newest member to the Yggs crew is Alexandria Uzuki. A smart girl with a chip on her shoulder and probably the worst role model in the form of Crim. The cap'n either felt sorry for her or wanted to rub in UTIC's nose that someone else defected over. Actually probably neither of those reasons as the Cosmic Captain of Chaos and Catastrophe was kind of hard to read. She didn't care really as now she felt a bit more at ease with the crew knowing she would get to face tougher challenges the days ahead. But right now they are laying low and regrouping after vestusio at some Aesir place she didn't care enough to get the name of, probably bologna. No wait...Babylon yeah that was it.
The small red haired girl wanted to know when the hell they could get on with doing whatever those guys do and was looking for Crim to give him a hint at maybe trying to play something instead of just letting things fall into his lap. She walks into a large room chewing some bubble gum and notices the room filled with multiple chairs with some of the crew sitting in them with some bucket with a visor over their head. The idiot ninja josh who always seemed to think she needed help was sitting there with a half empty beer bottle in his hand and off to the side was the dear old Captain with his helmet seemingly half off. If that wasn't bad enough he seemed to be asleep. The other three in the room seemed to be taking it seriously as that one Dias guy from the war and the ships cook seemed to entranced into whatever the hell they were doing. Finally off to the side the walking talking blonde toaster was plugged into some sort of machine seemingly not needing to have whatever head gear the others were wearing.
On the wall was a monitor that showed what was going on inside and while entertaining for a moment or two after seeing a squid pinata and then not one she decided it was time to have that chat with Crim. Walking over to him she lifts up the visor the whole way.
"Hey you! What are going to do next! I'm tired of sitting here and my wounds are healed, so lets chop chop and get to the adventuring."
Suddenly a sci-ency type guy wearing a lab coat rushes in! "Hey girl don't do that put it back on him right now you are going to mess up the simulation!"
She glares at this new guy and just slides the helmet back onto crim. "Whatever fine I'll sit here and watch this non sense." She heads over to an empty chair folding her arms waiting for it to be over.
The technician looks over Crim's state and just sighs. "Ugh, you somehow booted him back into the beginning somehow. Try not to touch anything else okay!"
She just glares and just blows a bubble and pops it.
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Post by sole on Mar 9, 2015 0:38:17 GMT
After being transported to the planet with two moons Sole took a moment. A moment to think.
I see what is going on here...
And he really did see what was going on. He assessed the situation and disconnected from his Reaper powers for a moment, as he tended to do most of the time anyway. It was this moment a psychic wave pushed across the galaxy. Perhaps if Sole had been closer it would have effected him or maybe if it was focused, but it was not. It was just a general flood of psychic energy, but it did give him an idea.
He pushed his own mental energy out, but focused it on Beramode, his group and the others specifically involved in the battle. He wasn't sure if it would work and the best way to ensure it did was to push the most ridiculous image to him that he could think of. Fortunately, Beramode is feeble minded. Before long he was going on about candy and clowns and Sole kept the psychic link up so he could watch how this played out in Beramode's mind. It was obvious the mental attack worked. How wonderful, but what about what really happened?
Beramode had confused things with the assistance of a mental push from Sole. The Val'gara came all right. It must have been a "trecidillion" of them and they attacked those on Xelphia. All but those that Beramode had decided were allies, similar to the connection he shared with Brobdingnag. Only this time, Sole was in control of the weak-minded Beramode and decided the allies were actually that of the Yggdrasil and himself.
It did not take long for the onslaught of Val'gara of varying sizes and types to overwhelm the Havoc crew members and Beramode's lackeys. I mean, a "trecidillion" is a really big number. What exactly happened to Beramode while all this was going on? He confronted Brobdingnag himself. The mental facade of the battle between the monster and Sole was entertaining, but the actual battle between Beramode and the tentacle monster was even more impressive. As Beramode struggled in a tentacled arm he shouted over and over again.
"Take that clown! Streamers abound! Candy for everyone! Bwahahahahaha!!!!"
Brobdingnag, much like the Val'gara, considered the Yggdrasil and Sole allies and did not hesitate to crush the spine of Beramode in his tentacled grasp. A muffled cry about rainbow wigs were the last words he spoke before his lungs were punctured by his jagged, cracked ribs.
Sole now floated over Xelphia, still not having reconnected to the Nether powers that made him a "god" and watched the assault from the aliens, as they relentlessly attacked Beramode's lackeys and the members of Havoc. Brobdingnag looked to Sole for guidance now.
"Hmm. Just throw him away from here."
Brobdingnag hurled Beramode across the galaxy, dreams of clowns and streamers and all the candy he coud eat left a small smile on his face. Sole mused at how nice it must be to be so ignorant.
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Post by Dias Blade on Mar 9, 2015 9:59:53 GMT
(Deleting my posts now?)
What was even going on there anymore? With Adell dead against the side of a building for actually allowing Dias' sword to strike him with the amount of penetration it had been packing, and now Beramode and all the rest of the supposed enemies that had shown up to do battle with them, the Narrian literally just stood there in the large central park area feeling utterly dumbfounded by it all. There was plenty of action happening off in the distance from where he was, yet nothing going on remotely in his immediate vicinity. Crim and the others chilling at the bar watching shit go down on the TV screen would've seen him stab the toss away sword into the ground beside himself while sheathing the Krydesa again. What a waste that all turned out to be...
"Tch... That Shirokawa guy owes me the time I spent on this nonsense. That red head too. And since when did Reno start calling himself Crim anyways? The guy really pisses me the fuck off... He better have something good to eat on that big ass ship of his." With that, Dias gestured with his hand through the air, pulling up a drop down menu of sorts. (ala Sword Art Online style) The bottom option read 'Logout' which he didn't even hesitate to press. Its not as if anything else was going to come of this mess.
Instantly, the man was just gone without a trace. Reality disrupted a bit in the space he once occupied, like ripples curving the dimension it seemed. Once the optical illusion ceased, something else would become painfully obvious. The Darius System, for all intents and purposes, was revealed to be a sham with all the planets showing themselves as paltry imitations to hide barren wastelands instead. The same was true for Gaea, as all the people in the entire universe, save for those present here it seemed, had all abruptly disappeared as if ghosts all along without any true presence. Babylon City, the capital, was nothing more than a farce of the imagination or a poorly crafted memory fragment that ceased to be the instant Dias was no longer connected to whatever 'this' place was. This drew into question whether or not any of them were truly real from the start, although for those who lived in this delusion, things were real enough for them. But then, who could say? I sure as hell can't.
At any rate, the rendering of "New Babylon" remained on Xelphia, although the resident workers who had still been foolish enough to remain were now all poorly drawn stick figures... Gaea showed a giant smiley face on it, now as smooth and as hollow as all the rest. All traces of the Ixian Tech was gone along with anything resembling Ethaerium Ore or whatever belonged to the Aesir Empire. Of course, upon closer inspection one would have realized that there had actually been no activity on Gaea or any moves made by the empire either outside of the solar system moving around before or the self-imposed time dialation. It was odd that no one felt that to be rather awkward... Given the empire's reputation, they should have been all kinds of crap going on. How there wasn't should have been a sign in and of itself that something was just wrong with this picture. At least now they would know just what an empty fight this ultimately was for them. People be crazy.
As M. Night would say; "WHAT A TWIST!" And there be the catch phrase. Goodnight folks!
OOC: Kay, so this whole thread was silly from the start. Between the lame GMing, the Gods getting tossed around, the total lack of proper communication or actual respect and the rules which apparently from what I'm hearing supposedly only count whenever it suits the other side? This whole thread is just a disgrace. Its made plenty of people look like a laughing stock and anyone who feels like continuing to keep taking this seriously, since most have stopped caring at this point, is only going to further destroy what little trace of credibility they still might have, if any. I think the only fight happening in this that isn't a total waste of time is Kai vs. Riku, Loki and Phantom to be perfectly honest so they should at least be free to finish what they are doing.
This thread was created without my permission, as in Law just threw it up without consulting me in the first place even knowing that the place he was TRYING to attack originally in this already has a pre-existing thread in the omniverse over at FFL. As the owner of all this stuff, this is me officially declaring nothing in this thread has any actual significance in any stories. I've packed my things and I'm gone now. If you truly want to properly attack the CK, you'll do it where I have my shit setup. Not on the terms of anyone else. Grow a pair of balls, suck it up and go to FFL instead of crying about how scared you are that I'm a Mod there. Here's a link to the ACTUAL Babylon City thread: z15.invisionfree.com/fflounge/index.php?showtopic=195
And don't expect the God crap to work there. If you're not gonna play legit then do the world a favor and just stop playing altogether. The RP Community doesn't need anymore people further tainting it with such lunacy.
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Post by Loki Beoulve on Mar 11, 2015 5:26:38 GMT
Highly impressive. The super demon was obviously very skilled in battle, and a strong opponent indeed. He had carefully been able to counter strike and predict his movements. There had to be a way for him to get an advantage against this massive behemoth in order to successfully defend and be able to defeat him. The instincts that he had was un paralleled, but his own were not to be trifled with as well. Such was the ways of the warrior; to be able to be tactful and outmaneuver your opponent until they make a mistake. And sure as hell, Loki had made one. It was recoverable, but still…he was rather disappointed his intended ability that he wished to use—The Dolphin Blow—would not be able to used at this time; perhaps later in the battle, who knew?
With his chi levels, Loki was able to sense the oncoming danger as if it was a sixth sense; the power that Ishida was using to unleash the Gravija spell to cause his hair to attack as if it was an extension of his own—like a sword arm, was truly a remarkable feat in and of its own right. But, Loki did not intend for this attack to render him one armed. Loki would then re-direct his chi that he was going to unleash as soon as he sensed the attack coming; a white outline glowing around his form. It was a flash of light that appeared for about two to three seconds, as the effects of the gravija spell had begun.
What the gravija spell did do was cut a copy of Loki’s body. Suddenly surrounding Ishida were multiple copies of Loki, all appearing the exact same manner; fists ready to attack him and do a counter strike. Adell had personally taught him this ‘trick’ per say; the chi leaving in its wake several copies of himself fueled by his own speed and actions, it caused the opponent to literally believe it was a real version. The second these illusions, or copies were attacked though….they immediately would vanish, as if it was just air itself there. With all of these copies surrounding Ishida in the circle, it left the real Loki open.
The hot blood and his fighting spirit boiled and burned; he was concerned with his teammates, but he knew they could handle themselves—for now. What this battle was doing was preparing him for the long, rough wars that would be seen later and the battles that led him there, like this one were going to make him that much more of a force in the future. As if on cue, a howling wind had scorched the air around them, almost indicating this was where Loki had appeared, several feet behind the copies that his ‘Double Team’ move created, approximately about 20 feet back. Without a moment’s notice, as soon Ishida was going for his twin kodachi’s, Loki’s fist impacted the terra beneath, cracking the ground in front of him towards the super demon to attempt to shake him up a bit.
The violent nature of this attack caused the land to swell, and created anger, violent earth shakes ripping the ground to pieces, threatening to not only cause Ishida to lose balance, but also swallow him whole into the abyss below. As if this wasn’t enough to deal with, an orange and yellow glow radiated from the split ground, rising up in the forms of flames infused by his chi. These chi flames would rise over and over, like some sort of hot spade and large shockwaves to catch him if Ishida did not falter to the ground itself; perhaps the chi flames/shockwaves would? (Think Zell’s Burning Rave, but on a bit grander scale) Who knew. At this point, he was getting a real fight and that is all that had really mattered to him, despite the forces around them attempting to stop and halt any progression what-so-ever. Loki’s chi would only infuse further as he was unleashing this move, his eyes clearly focused ahead to see the reaction of his opponent and what he would do. He hoped Riku and his family would be able to do something, or even that gunslinger, wherever he might be. They all had to do something to be able to stop this powerful opponent.
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Post by Vermilion Nightveil on Mar 11, 2015 7:02:35 GMT
His first words to Josh were simply. "I would have run." He watched as the female took her leave and turn her gaze toward someone who decided to break the two on one. He laughed snidely, the wind around Josh and Vermilion changing drastically in the demeanor of a whirlwind. The blade twisted up and caught the chain, only to begin melting through it, but was met with a hotter, more notable flame that would cease that. Vermilion was waiting for this, he was waiting for his opponent to step up and put on his big boy shorts. Any normal sword would have melted in the clash of the flames, but Sestari's oath was no ordinary weapon. Molten rock, lightning, ether, fire... I thought they were smart enough to not use textbook elements against an elementalist unless they knew where to hit. How elementary.
He he felt the flame of the chain flow up his arm like a snake, engulfing he contours and adding an extra bit of style to his appearance. The devil... That is what he would seem to look like. The molten earth would do nothing either. He wore armor made from the scales of an alpha volcanic dragon, named Raziel. Instead of letting the flames disperse, however, he rolled them into a sash that would flow around his waistline. His head would move to the side, a move that he was used to doing. The kunai would dramatically miss his cheek, and the male's freehand struck out to catch the ringlet that was attached to the chain. His arm would begin to move to his side as he adjusted the kunai and aimed straight for Josh's jugular. He wasn't allowing Josh to get away, no way in hell. Vermilion became a walking lightning rod, electricity was starting to form around his wrists and ankles. The lightning struck Vermilion and minorly scarred his face from the physical pressure. Naturally, it would twist. His face looked like it was wracked with pain, but that was merely the face of an animal coming to the surface. His face twisted so abruptly, his hair seemed to get slightly disturbed. The hair on the back of his neck shot tense as a flashback of his first beloved being felled in front of him played in his head. He was weak. He would never be strong enough. Then her voice played in his head, saying, 'You know what must be done, Cahalelg Sheltleth. Are you going to die and leave those you love to rot, like I did?' and then he snapped.
The ground shook slightly under them. Earth? That was a foolish move. Instead of the capture working the lightning at his ankles would pulse into the ground to redirect, no... Change the attack itself. The Pulsations would disrupt the plates that were beneath them and cause an earthquake. As for the lava? It would just wax his sullied armor. He would have to thank Halinn later, if she still lived after her assailant zeroed in. "So Josh, what is that woman to you? Girlfriend? Wife? Concubine?"
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Post by Turbo Yuri on Mar 13, 2015 23:17:06 GMT
Sitting a short way from all the nonsense going on, Halinn had a little time to think. What on Earth was this whole entire thing about, anyways? Who knows. Maybe Crim. Then again, maybe not. Definitely maybe not. Her thinking was interrupted, however, by a nearby explosion of psychic energy that made her metaphorical teeth rattle.
I HAVE FOUND YOU
Halinn immediately turned herself toward the source of the immense telepathic outburst. She barely had time to register a lifeless corspe falling from the sky, before the almost imperceptible shimmering outline of a lithe female figure slammed straight into her chest at an angle, driving her deep into the one of the fissures opened by the nearby earthquake, shattering her psyshield in the process. Halinn and the surreal figure continued digging down a good twenty feet, and the figure slowly flowed into Halinn's now inanimate body.
“Inside” Halinn's body, on a psychic level, a war was raging. The unkown psion and the Pirate struggled against each other's mental barriers, two beacons of silver and red energy in a black landscape dotted with dimmer sparks. Waves of psychic energy roiled and buffeted the two psyker's minds, smashing against mental shields, and each other. The two fought back and forth, the ferocity of the battle a sight to behold. Halinn fought for her life as an unrelenting barrage of hatred tossed her mind about as a tin can in a hurricane.
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
Halinn's mind shook with each syllable. Yes, she recognised this psion. Though she was never this powerful, or enraged, the last and only time they had met. The time the psyker had thoroughly defeated her. Aeris, the psychic demon, released from slumber. Aeris had quite obviously taken offence to the details of their last encounter. The demon renewed her attacks with added vigour.
YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL YOU HAVE DONE. I DO NOT FORGET TRANSGRESSIONS AGAINST ME.
To the two psychics, the battle seemed to be taking quite some time, but in reality it was much quicker than that: barely a few seconds had passed. Slowly but surely, Aeris' enraged assault weakened, and Halinn started evening things out. Her silver energy blossoming against billowing swathes of Aeris's crimson forces, the two psions were at a deadlock. Until...
“So Josh, what is that woman to you? Girlfriend? Wife? Concubine?”
Vermilion's remark was inexplicably picked up by Halinn, much to her chagrin. She was supposed to be fighting a demon, there was no time nor reason to take note of that damn elf! Aeris used the distraction to her advantage, feeding off of the anger Halinn felt towards both the elf and her own mistake. With a final, colossal strike, the demon forced a crack in Halinn's psyshield, and the struggle was over. Halinn's mind, blinded with terror, was invaded by Aeris. The sheer power of the battle left a maelstrom of psychic energy, churning and swirling with unspent potential. In this vortex of psychic forces, the two psions were consumed by pure emotion, thought, energy. The two minds coalesced as one, the burning hatred of Aeris melding with the remnants of Halinn: her rage towards Vermilion. A psychic eruption shook the very earth as the two beings fused together, and the metaphorical dust settled.
Halinn's body, held suspended within a crevice by unseen forces, spasmed crazily, before stopping as a psychic shockwave tore Josh and Vermilion apart. Whether either were unharmed by each other was none of the new being's concern. As the elf picked himself up a good twenty feet away from the previous battle site, not-Halinn rose from the fissure wreathed in shimmering pink psychical flames, an amalgam of both Halinn and Aeris. Her eyes black, teeth sharp, muscles bulging from mutation, a killing intent fixed itself in her features. Halinn, Aeris, they were no more. In their stead, a psion of singular purpose stood. Snarling, she offered a challenge to the elf.
YOU. YOU WILL FIGHT. YOU WILL DIE.
As the telepathic message reached Vermilion, the newly created psyker advanced forwards, floating a foot off the floor, psychic flames trailing. Leaving little to no time for reaction, she gestured with her hands and two arcs of burning, pink mind-flame whirled towards him, backed by two matching waves of kinetic force. The psyker stopped ten feet away from Vermilion, the flames at her feet licking the ground, scorching it as they did so.
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OOC: I'm treating "neo-Haleris" as a combination of both Halinn and Aeris, in terms of powers, abilities and whatnot. They have a number of shared abilities to begin with, but their unique powers are also mixed in together now, ala (IIRC) YGG9001-era.
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Post by Vermilion Nightveil on Mar 14, 2015 21:16:39 GMT
"Ah.... Shit. Forgive me for cutting our fight short, but I'd rather us live to clash swords... Without interference from a third party." He said as he activated his sub-ability. Making two separate portals, he would push Josh into a safe part of the city and he himself would walk into the portal to his homeworld. The portals would close slowly and seal up before the blast reached them. He would speak where the portal was to the other planet and smile. "Thank you for an entertaining match, I hope we can continue it later."
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OOC: I'm ending the fight peacefully, any fighting attempting to be at my character is null and void from this minute henceforth. I have opened it up for another fight (for after bootcamp), accept it and have a good day. So if you want a grudge match, you will have to wait. I'm taking the next couple weeks to clear my mind.
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