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Post by Dirge on Feb 20, 2021 23:50:36 GMT
Challenge: Vincent Fiorelli vs Epsilon Rules: aetherastate.boards.net/thread/290/compendium-based-combat-knowledge-guide | Standard Rules. Time Limit: 48 hours. Tier: MP - Mid Powers.
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Post by Dirge on Feb 21, 2021 22:28:13 GMT
"... Place isn't half bad, but it could do with some new decoration."
The tapestries Hell painted within mortal minds were some of the most grotesque things one could find throughout the Multiverse. Some said it was a place of hellfire and brimstone, with tortured souls roaming infernal halls and the constant wails of those doomed to experience eternal punishment resonating through the air. Others said it was comprised of circles, and the lower one went, the worse the punishment to the soul. Another group of individuals mentioned how it was an amalgamation of black fire and fleshy halls, where terrifying creatures with a myriad limbs, eyes, and maws aimed to devour the souls of the tortured over and over again.
For Vincent Fiorelli, however, Hell had been nothing short of pleasant thus far. Save for the occasional floating skull or club-wielding brute sporting not even a pair of legs, he'd been able to see random assortments of cuisine, treasure troves, and even little shards of Olympian gods attempting to contact a certain someone. Pleasant chatter with a whip-wielding woman with a penchance for sadism aside, it certainly wasn't all that bad. He'd been able to confirm this place had 'layers' of some sort separating the bottommost 'floor' from the surface, but that didn't matter too much; the individual he'd invited to this place wouldn't be leaving toward any other layer or room anytime soon.
The Red Magister was garbed differently for this particular encounter. A crown of crimson laurels rested atop his head. Instead of his usual crimson coat, he wore an embroidered toga that seemed to cling to his body like a second skin. It looked like a pauldron sporting three lupine heads covered his right shoulder, with a sizable belt keeping both toga in check. Beneath the ancient ensemble, he wore his usual black dress pants topped off with a pair of expensive black leather shoes. He didn't choose to go fully Greek and wear a pair of caligae, due to the obvious weaknesses of such a piece.
The spacious chambers were crafted out of an extraneous emerald-like material. On the surface, it appeared as though it was nothing more than rock whose color had shifted due to erosion, the addition of other minor metals, and several factors belonging to the atmosphere of Hell itself. In reality, the material was unique to this layer of Hell, not unlike the Fiorellite that made up Vincent's clothing. Likely the creator of these layers had pushed their mind to the fullest when making each and every hall, each and every chamber, and each and every floor. They had left nothing up to chance... Except perhaps the security of the realm, which was quite flimsy as far as Vincent had been able to witness.
Pillars of the selfsame material lined the halls and stretched out toward the abyssal ceiling, which was perpetually enshrouded in pitch-black darkness. The only sources of light came from the waters of a crimson river, and the bluish and greenish torches burning vibrantly along the walls. Braziers could be found in the center of some rooms, but this chamber possessed not even a single one. The flames of the torches produced no heat, something he'd found quite intriguing. Likely they wouldn't burn the physical, but rather the metaphysical. Souls wouldn't be able to resist touching these for fear of getting thoroughly eradicated in a shortlived conflagration.
Vincent simply leaned against the southermost wall while glancing at the staircase on the opposite end of the room. With his arms crossed, he tapped against his forearm idly, and while boredom and impatience weren't two things that often plagued him, they were rapidly starting to settle.
"Tsk... You'd think someone like that would have the means to get here quicker." |
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 22, 2021 0:01:33 GMT
Sudden Arrival
Within the abyss that was his own personal quarters, the Black Apocalypse had no plans for any activities he were to partake in, though the entity who wished to see a fun fight had other plans for him. Epsilon stood inside a large room similar in nature to a gun range, testing a new prototype pistol he had been working on during the past week, the pistol itself was nothing too remarkable just meant to be an upgrade of the current version his sister has, deciding for it to be a gift to her for her birthday. Firing off a few rounds at the dummy, the rounds were precise plasma shots that rocketed through the air, each one tagging the dummy in the center of the forward, all in the exact same spot, he’d scoff at it monologuing to himself “Yet again on the track to another perfect creation” Taking a moment to admire his work, he almost doesn’t notice the rift that appears right in front of him.
The Invitation oh so familiar, when the entity desired entertainment it somehow found rather unique means to get him into conflict with different creatures of the vast multiverse with the excuse of “missions” he needed to complete. But Epsilon knew it was all just a game to them, an activity, a hobby, but Epsilon didn’t mind too much, after all, winning a battle meant he progressed as well perhaps a new ability. Once his attention was now fully on the rift he’d just scoff once more, louder than before like he knew someone was listening “You’re getting lazy, but I’ll play your game”
Stepping forward into the Rift, he disappeared without a trace, leaving the gun range he was stationed in with deafening silence as the lights and systems automatically powered down the moment it detected no one was there. Having begun his buster charging, Epsilon appeared on the scene with a flash of light, were at a very distance 1000 feet away he’d almost instantly look at where his target was currently, the individual leaning against the wall. From the opponent’s perspective, a 6 ft tall dark-skinned guy wearing a sleeveless skintight suit and wrist-length fingerless gloves would now be standing where the light originated. Epsilon smiled, where he spoke, whereas, despite the distance, his voice was loud and clear and seemed to instantly cast over to the man almost as if it were some OOC magic meant to allow dialogue throughout the fight without being used as a tool to try and get free interruptions. “Ah, fleshling, it's nice to meet you, but it's even better to meet me” his voice was calm, as he spoke in a ‘better than you’ tone, he saw himself as the superior entity and he wasn’t afraid to show it. “My name is James Burnice, but you-” a glowing purple digital sheet would cover his body, forming the outline of his very Megaman-Esque Evolved Armor, where it would “solidify” as its colors become present forming itself, though it was a very, blink and you’ll miss it type scenario, providing a small change to his face where his sclera was now black and his pupils a bright pink. “You can call me Epsilon or if that doesn’t fit your style” he’d wave his oversized hand over his face to, as for the brief moment where it was hidden he’d now be wearing his ‘Nightmare Helmet’ “Then I am the scourge of all fleshlings, the Black Apocalypse” with the addition of his mask his voice sounded like it was being overlapped with a deep robotic one. Where he used this first introduction to be an edgy little shit.
“And who might you be?” if his opponent truly wishes to respond and be apart of the conversation, Epsilon had no plans of interrupting him, after all, that’s just plain mean, though sitting idle wasn’t going to be apart of his Agenda, first things first was deciding his loadout, where he had to choose from 8 of his 20 abilities, of course, he didn’t need to choose right at this moment and could pick them over the course of the fight but once the 8 slots were full he couldn’t introduce any more abilities for the rest of the fight. The Two Obvious Choices he’d immediately pick would be the ability Shadow Strike and Neon Blade. Whereupon choosing Shadow Strike, Epsilon’s shadow would become completely black as it absorbed 100% of the light that came into contact with it, signifying the Shadow Entity was now present.
As for any active actions, Epsilon would also begin the construction of something peculiar, off the ways away from him about 250 feet, a pair of boots exactly like his own would appear. The reason he was able to suddenly do this however was due to his unique form of energy, known simply as Omnium, Epsilon’s body constantly outputs Omnium to the point whereby default there is always a 500-foot field radius of the stuff around him, that gradually increases in range by 100% its base per post. Omnium however isn’t dangerous in the slightest and opponents who are within the field receive no negative effects, the aspect that makes it dangerous is the fact that Epsilon can summon his abilities or items anywhere within the field, though that only goes for certain abilities that are actually compatible.
So Epsilon waited for his opponent to either respond to his convo, attack, or even try to interrupt him with a cheeky attack, either way, he was ready for everything his opponent may try to throw at him. As Epsilon's actions happened rather quickly making the window of interruption nigh impossible.
[Omnium Charges: 0]
[Omnium Field Radius: 500 ft]
[Shadow Entity: Active]
(Character Wiki to be used as a reference form of media, just in case any explanations are unclear or one wishes to know more)
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Post by Dirge on Feb 23, 2021 19:39:51 GMT
... How disappointing. Even the guy's voice grated on his nerves, something that was extremely rare, given the Red Magister's usual patience and sass with whoever dared cross his path. James Burnice, Epsilon, the scourge of all fleshlings, the Black Apocalypse... These names and titles meant absolutely nothing to him. There was not a single universe in which any of this was relevant, and while Vincent himself was known throughout several regions, there was not a single soul who'd heard about this Black Apocalypse.
Naturally, he didn't deem this simpleton worthy of an introduction.
Speed was inconsequential to him. If he'd wanted to interrupt any of Epsilon's actions, he would have done so without any issues. His days at the Isamahii Gardens and as a member of the Jinchuu Assassins so long ago had, first and foremost, developed that particular quality regarding his physical and supernatural self. His unnatural celerity had only further grown through the years. An esoteric combination of senses, which culminated in something he affectionately referred to as a mental map, allowed Vincent to not only pinpoint the location of his would-be opponent through his energy signature, but also to understand the nuances of his surroundings down to the very last detail.
His approaches, however, were both surgical and subtle.
Instead of brimming with light or expand a field around dozens of meters, the translucent layer that surrounded him was a personal bounded field crafted solely through the tried and true practice of Reinforcement. It was part of what allowed him to possess strength and resilience beyond belief despite having taken up the mantle of the spellcaster so many years ago, and something that occurred quite passively within his physical vessel after having mastered the technique. Essentially, the process involved practitioners focusing the mana within their bodies in order to further enhance their physical and spiritual capabilities; once an active skill, this had faded into the background throughout the years.
It was certainly not tough to notice the change in Epsilon's shadow. The experience of battling practitioners of the shadow arts in the past availed him in the present. Instead of shifting into something akin to vantablack, there was naught but a shudder on the Red Magister's projected shadow before a tiny speck of sable began to orbit around his frame. Golden irises remained impassively staring at Epsilon in the meantime, shimmering with an iridescent glimmer. A pulse of dread emanated from him, expanding throughout the region and pushing back dust and debris. Even the pillars stretching toward the abyssal ceiling shuddered beneath the subtle release of energy. This aura of oppression was nothing more than a minor show of Vincent's sheer prowess; the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.
Alas, he merely observed whilst possible scenarios surfaced within the depths of his mind. After all, the more he was left to his devices, the easier it was for him to dispatch whoever and whatever was in front of him.
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 24, 2021 6:20:48 GMT
A Fool, In these parts?
After not getting a response from his opponent a soft chuckle came from Epsilon, he himself wasn’t much of a talker but it’s been quite a bit since he was out of the game, he decided why not strike up a conversation, however, it seemed his opponent had no interest in talking, what a bother, and just when he was actually interested in talking his opponent didn’t want to. How boring, he couldn’t help but shake his head, 'fleshings were so… so….' He couldn’t even think of the word to describe them, intentionally avoiding his immense database just for this thought. 'Oh well, if that’s how things are to be then let things be as they may'.
Another action piqued his interest as well, rather a lack of one, the opponent didn’t really do much except steadily approaching him, nothing remarkable or really fast as he was over 700 feet away, a casual stroll in his direction would take several minutes on end. So there was no doubt the opponent was one of the types to try and prep until they became a threat in some regard, how fun, Epsilon was the type to do the exact same, however, allowing Epsilon to do anything would be a mistake the target would have to answer for when the time came as his entire set of abilities were built entirely around that. So deciding to enjoy the free time the opponent was awarding him he’d just do his usual stuff.
The first was to initiate his scanners, after all, they were a very useful tool to allow a 3D mapping of the area along with multiple types of sights, though these sights were by default within his eyes, but initiating this allowed Epsilon to keep track of his foe even if they were an afterthought were judging how he was predicted this fight was to go, they were going to become one. The initiation of his scanners did result in the detection of the field that hovered around his foe, ‘something peculiar…’. Taking note of this he’d begin crafting his plan.
Epsilon would begin, his prepping, well he already was prepping however the removed restrictions he used to be under allowed him to actually utilize his Omni-crystal and Arms to their full potential, extending his arms outwards, where small particles Omnium particles to become visible, all being pulled towards his chest, Epsilon focused, this caused the rate of his auto-charging to be doubled as he now focused most of his “mind” towards that. This of course didn’t leave him completely vulnerable as he was still capable of doing small things and for as long as his opponent left him to his own devices he was going to continue doing those small things. As the way Epsilon's prepping worked, it rather than prepping a specific thing, he stockpiled energy where that energy can then be converted into a form where it would be most useful in terms of the situation, leaving his form of energy charge extremely flexible and free and seeing as the rate was now doubled for the time being things were going to get FUN.
Second, was to add another piece to the little project he was building, adding some legs to the pair of boots that were just chilling off on their lonesome (⅖), while he was at it, he’d create a Sancrulum right next to it. What this was from the opponent’s point of view would be that of a metallic statue being created right next to the pair of legs. However, what a Sancrulum was, was similar to a teleportation point, whenever Epsilon ever desired to make use of a Sancrulum, he’d effectively “swap places” so to say, as the Sancrulum is like an empty shell of himself. However, Sancrulums are very easy to destroy and cannot be used the same turn they are created. This leaves his actions completed where once more it would be nigh impossible for the opponent to interrupt at their current distance, unless they were to utilize some means that allowed them to cross vast distances in an instant, but he was prepared for that outcome as well as even when doing that they triggered rather quickly.
Now, for the Shadow Entity, it was rather unique when compared to all his other abilities, the Shadow Entity actually acted independently of Epsilon opposed to most of Epsilon's systems either needing his active input or being automatic, it was in some regards a summon, as it was capable of making its own decisions, of course with some help from Epsilon as the two shared a "mind" of sorts. So seeing as nothing else was going on, the creature would leave Epsilon’s shadow to shoot towards the opponent at a simple speed of 1000 mph, easy to avoid, but still, something to catch their attention. The creature would continue on a dead set path towards them, when it entered a range of 20 feet, its head would raise from the black puddle, the entity looked exactly like Epsilon, mimicking his silhouette down to every feature, though due to it being pure black with glowing white eyes while lacking any actual facial features were rather eye-catching, well it only lacked facial features for the millisecond it was visible, its mouth became visible a white crease forming at the lower end of its face, opening its mouth to reveal the pure glowing white innards it possessed were then a noise escaped.
It was a scream, a continuous shriek of darkness, the Entity was invoking the ability known as “Abyss Shriek” an extremely loud shotgun blast of both void and sound. The way this attack worked was probably the most unique in Epsilon’s moveset, it operated through vibrations laced with Void. This caused an adverse effect where the VoidSound, actually moved faster than the actual sound. Traveling at his target at 3000 mph, where a direct hit would lead to very minimal damage, however, the VoidSound would Vibrate the opponent’s entire body as it passed through them, rupturing their eardrums, where shortly after the actual sound would follow, being at 2000 dB, a noise so loud it couldn’t be heard, but it could be felt. As this vibration level was high enough to rupture the organs of a simple human.
The screaming’s main purpose was to take advantage of the opponent’s fleshling status, seeing as even superhumans often tend to be quite vulnerable to sound attacks, in fact, they are even more vulnerable as many have super hearing. However the Entity approaching him served another purpose, it was a test to see what happens, as Epsilon was taking account of several factors.
[Omnium Charges: 1 (Charging Rate doubled, gain 2 per turn instead of one)]
[Omnium Field Radius (OFR): 1000 ft]
[Shadow Entity: Active]
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Post by Dirge on Feb 25, 2021 0:52:23 GMT
... Except the Red Magister hadn't even moved from his perch against the wall. If his opponent was intent on attempting to dictate his moves from the getgo, he had a fairly good idea of how this was going to end. Seven hundred feet was a measly distance as far as Vincent was concerned. He could've crossed the threshold without a hitch in the blink of an eye if he was so inclined to do so, but he simply did not care to approach the opposition for the time being. All it took him was the simple release of accumulated energy to cast a singular defensive spell, one that likely wouldn't have too many repercussions on the battlefield for the time being.
It was just like breathing.
The words weren't even spoken out; they were thought within the depths of his mind in order to perform what was commonly referred to as an unincanted spell - a spell without an intoned incantation. As Epsilon busied himself with initiating his scanners, the spectral winds of Hell converged around his location. What once was the rancid breeze of the underhells soon transitioned into boisterous rending gales surrounding the opposition. Flans Paries Venti Vertentis - the Flowering Whirlwind, Barrier of Wind. This defensive spell usually was employed around the caster itself, unless he'd decided to employ it on another target; in this case, the target was Epsilon. Intense air currents flowed around him, eventually conforming something akin to a tornado but leaving him completely unharmed in the eye of the storm. Attempting to pierce through the gales would likely have terrifying consequences for the other individual, but Vincent didn't particularly care too much about it. The phenomenon stretched out toward the abyssal ceiling, leaving only three meters around Epsilon. Anything caught in the immediate area surrounding the outer layer of wind currents would likely see itself not only shredded to bits, but uplifted and carried by the countless currents.
Likely, the Sancrulum Epsilon crafted would get swept up along with his little project. The slicing currents would've easily shredded through the Sancrulum, a testament to just how unique the school of magic the Red Magister had adopted as his own was.
As for the Shadow Entity, there was nothing to do regarding it. The little speck of sable soon revealed its function as the Nocturna Nigredinis - the Black Cloth Nocturne. None usually managed to witness this technique unless the Red Magister wished it so, as it was commonly secluded to his shadow itself, or to the darkness produced by any source of light. No sooner had the Shadow Entity approached Vincent, the little speck of pitch-black elongated and transfigured, turning itself into something akin to a hoplon before his silhouette. Enshrouding the Red Magister's location against the wall, the Nocturna Nigredinis erected a barrier of physical shadows before him similar to a dome, adhering to the wall before a myriad spikes of shadow jut forward from its frontal section.
Likely, the automated, absolute defense system was channeling another spell dealing within the shadow branch - the Centum Lanceæ Umbræ, otherwise known as the Hundred Shadow Spears. First and foremost, these easily pierced through the Shadow Entity if they were able to make contact with them, given the spears could not only strike the physical, but the metaphysical as well, much like most of the Red Magister's repertoire. Second of all, even if the sound was produced after the Shadow Entity was pierced through, it'd bounce off of the layer of shadow acting as a defensive barrier.
A click of the tongue soon followed as his eyes continued to glimmer with sheer iridescence. The golden hues of his irises soon shifted to coruscating luminescence as he merely continued to draw from the endless well of energy located within the depths of his soul. As if sound could've even had an actual effect on his physical vessel... Did they not understand that he'd been waiting in this layer of Hell, alive and well in the first place? |
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 25, 2021 17:42:32 GMT
A Bad Prediction
Epsilon was happily, doing his stuff when he picked up some changes in the wind around him, while he didn’t directly feel it. It was felt through the Omnium present in the area, Epsilon’s bizarre means of creation meant he could experience the feeling of touch through his Omnium, of course in most scenarios this was completely useless since how something felt was almost never relevant in a fight, but it seems to have it as an ability prompted him to luck out this time around. He was so perfect that he couldn’t even believe it. So once more he buried himself into the whimsies of his thoughts, perceiving the world much faster than what could be considered normal, it allowed him to effectively be consumed by his own mind to have conversations with himself or his siblings with barely any time passing. ‘Sudden Wind? Odd, we are indoors, but we are in hell, so maybe hell shenanigans, no we’ve been to hell before, its basically identical to the overworld, but remember this is another hell in some random place we’ve never been, true however despite our short time here something like this has never happened…. Also, it’s spiraling around us, you do raise some good points.’ while of course, he was simply speaking to himself, this is what enjoyment he was attempting to filter from this fight since he wasn’t the type to nudge his opponent into speaking.
It seemed like the opponent was reading his mind, well what one could even classify as a mind to him. The moment he assumed his opponent was going to take a rather inactive role during the fight, they don went ahead and took an active role, ‘maybe the obvious eye-catching things that I did made him move… yea most likely, I guess thinking him a fool was my own error, but it seems he didn’t want to attack me directly, rather he just wanted to ruin my plans… odd, he probably plans to combo this with another attack of his own, hm hm, fleshling you may have been able to pull this trick, but The Black Apocalypse wishes for it to cease POWER GEAR!’ his inner monologues whipped by like lightning, as the wind began to pick up Epsilon’s body would receive an unnatural red shell of light around it, you see, he sought it wasteful to spend his Omnium charges for a purely defensive attack especially since he wasn’t in any direct means of harm. So instead he wished to push his systems a bit further than normal, initiating the power gear was similar in form to when a human utilizes 100% of their muscles strength in dire moments, however instead of tapping into unused strength, Epsilon was instead doubling the energy output of his body at an unnatural means of doing so. This placed a strain on his systems, which meant he’d be unable to use this ability again for some time (3 turns), even being unable to tap into the speed versions of it either. However, he felt he wouldn’t need it again, well at least he hoped.
This would also implore the unveiling of his 3rd ability he desired to use, while this was one of his more underused ones, it seemed perfect for this exact scenario Razor Wind, leaving 5 more slots unused, the ability sounded just like its name, an ability that granted the authority of the air itself, it as simple as it sounded while using this ability it granted Epsilon the ability to manipulate and control the wind, being able to create explosive bursts, streams of winds, and even tornadoes. While this attack operated mainly from crowd control and zoning, using it in a slightly different way didn’t break off the original plan, also in the way he was using it he was actually using the opponent’s own attack as a bit of an assistant.
Epsilon was going to create a vacuum, seeing as the opponent’s action was utilizing air as a medium, all Epsilon needed to do was get rid of the medium, and to do this he used the momentum of the air spinning around him along with an outward push of the air in his general vicinity to create an even faster tornado than the one his opponent had created though there was one slight difference, instead of circulating the air like them, he was instead exorcising the air. Pushing it outwards as his mock tornado gradually grew in size rather rapidly. Where shortly after it was created, the tornado would cease as there was now a Vacuum around Epsilon enveloping half of the space his Omnium field took up.
As for the results, the Sancrulum didn’t make it, though the pair of legs were alright, seeing as they were a bit more sturdy, Epsilon’s quick response helped out lots. The red light around his body dissipating, releasing the strain on his body, as he attempts to resume his same charging style from before, looking towards his opponent with a look of disgust ‘magic…’ if there was anything he hated most in this world, well worlds, it was magic. Magic was always so different from previous versions no matter how many times he encountered it. He did possess a natural 20% resistance to magic, meaning any spells and effects that have a “direct” magical effect instead of a reactionary one would be slightly less effective but that still didn't make interacting with magic an any better feeling, the only thing he did like about Magic though is each magic follows a system and if he could crack the code for the system he'd be able to deal with it.
As for the Shadow Entity, it served its purpose, when the Shadow blades shot towards it, there was no real effort to evade, leaving it to be pierced through its body, though unlike its mouth and eyes, its inner body was still black, losing its form its steadily begin to shift into a liquid state, though before losing its form it had a purpose and by Ultimate, it was going to follow through with it. Getting its Abyssal Shriek out for a brief moment, as its body liquefied its pitch steadily lowered, entering the point where the noise it was making was actually audible which was just a loud “REEEEEE”, once it was fully liquid, it would drip back into the black pool it was before dissipating, leaving the Shadow Entity suspended from combat for two turns. Epsilon taking note of the sound having no effect 'Hm guess this fleshling has extra padding in his ears or something, they usually don't have that...'
Witnessing the events that had just transpired let Epsilon learn a little about the opponent’s defenses, the field that hovered around them didn’t seem like an automatic threat, rather they ironically used a darkness based attack just like his, though unlike theirs his weren’t literally made of shadows, it’s just referred to as such due to its appearance. As Epsilon monologues once more ‘Peculiar… very very peculiar, heavy detection of magic, Magic can either be cast with words or thoughts, seeing the last of movements of his mouth plus the vacuum we were now in... its his thoughts... hmm"
[Omnium Charges: 3]
[OFR: 1500 ft]
[Shadow Entity: Inactive (3)]
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Post by Dirge on Feb 25, 2021 22:15:47 GMT
Confusion...
The Red Magister could only blink in surprise as his opponent's movements further aided him in his endeavors. Was he aware of how wind currents worked, or was he merely attempting to tear through the Flans Paries Venti Vertentis with brute force? Exorcising the air...? There was nothing particularly evil or cursed about the wind currents, so it stood to reason this approach wouldn't be effective in the short or long run. More to the point, even if Epsilon had attempted to employ this approach as a mere push outward and against the rending gales of the tornado, the air would simply get swept up and carried along. No matter how much he looked at it, Vincent couldn't make heads nor tails of why his opponent would choose such a flimsy approach toward a defensive spell of this sort.
It wasn't like he cared much, either, since the moment Epsilon's crimson light dissipated, the second part of the magister's plan was executed. As the shimmering iridescence within Vincent's right eye was consumed in the blink of an eye, the tornado lit up in a coruscating, spiraling conflagration of goldens, vermillions, and pitch-black flames. Applying his knowledge over the fire element through the school of magic he had adopted as his own, this combination was merely one of the many effective possibilities at his disposal. The roaring firestorm targeted two aspects of Epsilon; the physical and the metaphysical. The golden and vermillion flames could easily char his frame, though the sable fire was mixed in solely to deal with supernaturality, not only draining magical and supernatural energies, but also consuming them in the process to further bolster their unnatural strength.
The Flans Paries Venti Vertentis combined with the Ourania Gehennae made for quite the beautiful spectacle. It was a stunning conflagration that Vincent got to witness even with his physical gaze as the Nocturna Nigredinis returned to its previous state once it did not sense hostility toward its master. The translucent layer of light surrounding him flashed vibrantly for all but a split second, with the luminescence upon his left eye continuing to shimmer. If Epsilon was paying enough attention - if he even could in his current predicament -, he'd most likely notice the faint tribal patterns surfacing over the magister's forearms.
What would Epsilon do after his approach failed so thoroughly?
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 26, 2021 5:43:31 GMT
My Turn
A mistake on the opponent’s part, seeing as they didn’t actually explain how what Epsilon didn’t work and instead focused on semantics, the definition of exorcising while a little linear does morph to context and that context it was the removal of air and even if they wanted to focus on said semantics it was then directly laid out and mentioned what was going to be done and what was going to be done is a Vacuum was going to be created, What was ironic in this manner was one’s understanding of Wind Currents was being questioned when it was an issue of the pot calling the kettle black. The wind is the movement of air, however, there was one fatal error on the opponent’s part. Wind cannot exist in a vacuum, even if the wind is magical in nature, Wind Magic is reactionary magic rather than a direct one, this is due to the fact that the magic itself would just be moving the air, but if there is no air the magic is useless, wind currents are irrelevant if there is no wind at all. No Air for Wind, No Wind Currents for Wind Magic, No Attack, it was a very simple conclusion. Next time the opponent should actually try to debunk and counter an action rather than focusing on a single word out of context and just bringing up a question they should be asking themselves.
But as for the actual threat standing oh so far from them, Epsilon, he had reached a Tier 5 charge as he was able to successfully gain both the charges he needed, this meant he was now able to trigger his “ult” ability and doing this he’d trigger his 4th ability, one he felt was perfect for this scenario, Chaos Knuckles, this was one of his more reactionary abilities, being based entirely around disembodied hands that de-powered individuals they touched, meaning this was the perfect ability to use against his foe since they seemed rather reliant on their “magic”, it would bring Epsilon much joy seeing it stripped away. Using this before the opponent could follow up with their failed tornado.
To employ the ability, Epsilon would utilize the omnium that already surrounded his foe, using it as a means to summon these hands as close as possible, being mere inches away from his protective dome, almost seeming as if they just popped into existence. The two hands were massive, his dome being like a ping pong ball when compared to them. They’d both converge on his position, the instant they appear giving him far less than 0.2 milliseconds to escape from as they’d cover all sides leaving no gaps for him to attempt to squeeze through, even going down wasn’t a safe option, as the hands would intentionally have themselves dig into the ground and wall itself to make sure it wasn’t an option.
This would place the target in a scenario where their only real option of defense, well, there wasn’t really much of an option if we were to compile all currently known information and actions. They couldn’t simply “defend” against it due to the fact that they only prepped once and then focused that resource towards the Tornado, meaning anything they were to pull out to “defend” themselves would just be irrelevant. The movement wasn’t an option because the hands were so large what the only option there was to squeeze through the gaps present and even then who’s to say they won’t just be caught by the fingers twitching ever so slightly as they’d no doubt have a significant speed advantage, plus they were surrounded by their dome making their options even more limited, even a natural resistance wouldn't do much of anything for them. So unless they possessed some sort of Trump Card, what was there for them to do?
There was one question still amiss though, what exactly did the hands do? These were hands made of a material known simply as “unstable matter”, normally unstable matter merely disables other (supernatural) energies/magics it comes into contact with rendering them useless as it drained and weakened them as long as physical contact was maintained, contact with individual left them powerless in all aspects, however, this version was a bit different, it was suped-up and far more powerful. Instead of just leaving opponents unable to use supernatural abilities like magic and such, but it actively dragged them down to the level of a mere human, as it also drained lifeforce and nutrients, this meant even their naturally born abilities that were tied to their race or species were not out of their grasps as their natural defenses are completely disregarded. Another aspect the suped-up effect had over the other was that it lasts up to ten seconds after being touched, meaning only momentarily being touched to then escape wasn't an option either. Epsilon was planning to merely ensnare his foe, as the hands simply touching them would render them powerless he felt there was no need for an immediate skill however he'd only stop his "crushing" once he confirmed that they were powerless, otherwise they'd simply be crushed.
If the opponent happened to so much as to be scratched by the hand it would be like superman and kryptonite, leaving them in a severely weakened state as this would most likely disrupt any magic they’d be in the process of casting while also disrupting any active spells, their skin turning grey, their sclera black, and their irises purple. Meaning his dome would quite literally do nothing to slow the hands down. If he were to attack the hands though, not much would be gained as they were pretty hefty, and a simple uncharged attack would do nothing to harm them. So from the opponent's perspective, that is if they ever even get to see the hands, it would two massive black masses converging on his location to grab him, the Black masses were decked out with some white dots looking like space itself.
Though on the off chance that they missed, the hands would indeed stick around, now being an active threat the opponent would have to deal with even if they evaded that one attack and Epsilon. Epsilon of course was ready to continue the fight, creating another Sancrulum to replace his previous one while adding another piece to his project, it was a torso (⅗), and seeing as he already expunged the energy required to create the hands and all he needed to do now was just control him, he could’ve taken a pretty inactive role during the fight meaning more enhanced charging.
[Omnium Charges: 5 → 0(charge rate still doubled)]
[OFR: 2000 ft]
[Shadow Entity: Inactive (2)] |
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Post by Dirge on Feb 27, 2021 23:56:10 GMT
It appeared as such reading the room was not part of Epsilon's repertoire, for he couldn't even understand the basic nuances of the spell the Red Magister had cast around him. Not only had been the attempt at creating a vacuum completely outlandish, the idiocy at 'pushing away' at the air surrounding him along with the wind currents was nothing if inefficient. For, you see, there was no change in the atmospheric pressure surrounding Epsilon to begin with; there was no shift in the physical fields of electromagnetism, no shift in the energy nor momentum that the wind currents carried with them either. More accurately, there was no real difference in density nor pressure. Even if one took into account the ground state of the Hilbert space, merely attempting to push air out and attempting to "exorcise" the air was nothing short of laughable, as this didn't affect the stress-energy tensor dealing with the density, the flux of energy, and the momentum in space-time.
If anything, Epsilon's approach had only served to further fuel the Flans Paries Venti Vertentis by employing the momentum of the air around him, thus adding to the tornado rather than taking away from it. Attempting to push against the currents only allowed for that particular amount of force to be swept up. No matter how one looked at it, not only was Epsilon's approach ignorant, that of a novice, and without thought; it was completely inefficient and ineffective.
Additionally, the factors that dealt with the school of magic the Red Magister had adopted as his own remained fully at play. Epsilon was merely ignorant of any of this, however, and so his assumptions would end up inevitably sealing his early demise. Perhaps it would've been easier for Vincent to elaborate by taking his opponent to a classroom, teaching him concept after concept, bit by bit, but not only was this not his job; this was a fight and if one of the two combatants entered wholly unprepared, they'd end up paying for it with their lives. In this case, the 'Black Apocalypse' had most likely obliterated every ounce of reason within his mind by choosing to approach the Flans Paries Venti Vertentis in such an inexpert manner.
Every single element the Red Magister projected throughout the branches of magic that comprised the magic school was tied to the concept of the classical elements rather than to their modern counterparts embraced by science. A simple example of this was fire. In modern science, the phenomenon of fire is the release of light and energy in the form of heat due to combustion. In classical elements, however, fire itself is a 'substance.' As magic is tied to a system of elements born from the world's prime essences, which forms the basis for all things in existence, the differences between the modern and classical concepts become crystal clear as one delves further into them. While magically-enabled fire or water are scientifically sound (water is a liquid, fire is a phenomenon), they also ignore factors such as causation or physics as a byproduct of this fact - without mentioning the fact that magic itself easily bends the laws of physics to begin with. As such, the substance called 'fire' is simply a source of smoke, light, and heat, which burns everything in its surroundings and can even exist underwater or within a vacuum; regardless of local conditions, 'fire' will not lose these properties. Following this line of thought, 'water' will remain liquid in form regardless of temperature; 'wind' will retain its designated velocity regardless of surrounding conditions; and 'earth' will never change its physical composition.
Such were the principles behind Western Magic; principles present within the compendium the Red Magister had published within the Magisterium and the Multiverse itself, and that Epsilon clearly was not familiar with.
This individual needed to conduct more research instead of assuming approaches of this sort would work in the heat of battle. Had Epsilon but focused his little source of energy into formulating a proper defense, perhaps he'd have ended up surviving the onslaught. As it stood, however...
Given that there had been no real defense against the Ourania Gehennae and that his opponent's entire approach relied on dismantling the Flans Paries Venti Vertentis to begin with - something that had clearly failed - they'd simply be burned up to a crisp within the ensuing swirling conflagration of raging winds and infernal flames. There wouldn't be any mercy for such a deluded soul. The pitch-black flames easily handled the supernatural energy occupying the immediate space around, atop, and within Epsilon when his flesh was charred and his internal anatomy was exposed; the crimson and golden flames, on the other hand, focused entirely on engulfing his frame. Ultimately, he'd end up a husk of his former self; naught but charred remains to decorate the halls of Tartarus.
They often do say that pride comes before the fall. The refrain, however, mentions the inherent stupidity of those that parade about with unearned pride of their own. Epsilon, unfortunately, had fallen into this category. It was a shame that his soul would end up trapped within this particular Hell, reliving this moment over and over again for eternity, or until he found a way out from his eternal punishment...
There would be no chaotic hands to deal with, given the early demise of his would-be opponent.
It was a veritable shame, but in the Red Magister's experience, if one makes a mistake in the midst of combat, they end up paying for it with their lives. |
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 28, 2021 2:45:56 GMT
Too Late
There seemed to be one big missed concept the opponent didn’t seem to catch, the burden of proof, the reason their post was completely disregarded was for one reason. Their point wasn’t explained at all, meaning their point was mute as it was just an empty statement, for them to attempt to explain and detail their point now was a pointless endeavor, their original post just immediately assumed that everyone would know they were right “because”. But to address their defense although there is quite literally no need to, there seemed to be one destined difference between their abilities that may have them stumped. Epsilon’s ability granted him authority over the air, not “wind” but what did this mean exactly? Simple, Epsilon can control the air molecules directly as opposed to the opponent who utilizes a pressurized system to create wind. This meant Epsilon could quite literally just “move” the air molecules away from him, not needing to worry about air pressure, air currents, or anything, he quite literally moved the air itself from his presence. Maybe they were correct with their original approach, but an unexplained truth is no better than a greatly explained falsehood, it is completely on the poster’s efforts to explain their point, not some arbitrary phrase where they “know” their right and are just waiting for the opponent to realize. The difference between the two posts, was in Epsilon’s defense, his attempts were walked through, and explained, while the opposing stance was literally just a sentence or two saying what would happen but never the why.
But as for Epsilon’s hands, seeing as the opponent’s flames would never exist to enhance the winds due to the presence of the vacuum there would be no tornado and thus the opponent was crushed in between them, blah blah blah, blood and stuff, some cheeky insult. Also, Epsilon also possesses the ability to control flames which grants a very high resistance to immense heat… so burning him to death wasn’t really a viable option anyway, sorry  . Though if you feel it necessary we can always retry this so we have a proper fight instead of two individuals being so sure they’re right about a topic when it actually doesn’t have much to do with who’s correct and rather you simply failing to explain your ability on the senses that I’d just “understand” because physics and stuff, I mean you never called into question how exactly I was controlling the wind, so I just assumed you knew I was controlling the air directly, I mean you can’t really use the wind to create a vacuum since wind it literally the opposite of that, Epsilon just borrowed some kinetic energy from your attack to launch the Air Molecules away.
[Omnium Charges: 2]
[OFR: 2500 ft]
[Shadow Entity: Inactive (1)]
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Post by Dirge on Feb 28, 2021 4:08:47 GMT
It mattered little how much the fourth wall was broken by Epsilon in this particular scenario.
The Flans Paries Venti Vertentis had been unaffected from the very beginning, as the opponent's approach had been inefficient and ineffective. The vacuum that he'd attempted to create was attempted as simply the displacement of air around him through "an even faster tornado." Not only was this impossible in the spur of the moment, but it also wouldn't make any sense to further add air to currents already in motion. Attempting to push against the currents also did not make sense, given their already established trajectory and motion, plus the fact they were tied to the Red Magister himself and to the concepts of the magic school he'd adopted as his own. To create an actual vacuum, more variables had to be tampered with, and Epsilon had failed to do exactly that.
With the tornado still existing and the fact Epsilon hadn't actually put up an actual defense came the Ourania Gehennae as the consequent follow-up.
No matter how many times Epsilon wanted to reiterate how much his approach worked like a child throwing a tantrum, what had occurred up to this point was nothing if not crystal clear. Assumption after assumption, it was evident the 'Black Apocalypse' would get buried beneath their inherent ignorance. He had assumed how the Red Magister's magic worked, assumed that merely pushing air outward would work to dissipate the tornado, and assumed that he'd be able to create a vacuum without actually tackling key factors regarding the actual creation of a vacuum... And now he was simply paying for it.
As such, Epsilon hadn't continued to charge after the conflagration surrounded him. If anything, his energy was gradually stripped out of him through the black flames, and his body ended up charred beneath the infernal firestorm.
Blatant ignorance was all the Red Magister saw before him. It was also all he'd see on the ground, charred to a crisp.
Unfortunately, Epsilon had truly become the black apocalypse...
The more Epsilon attempted to deny his fate, the worse it'd be for him, given the mistakes that had placed him in such a position to begin with. |
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 28, 2021 4:51:50 GMT
Dude you literally admitted I was right in pm and when I sent the screenshots you just left the pm, We need a judge for this because you're just saying you're right I want someone who can look at this from a neutral perspective otherwise it will just be a unnecessary back and forth, also I want an active convo with the Judge. Instead of some random guy just popping in, saying something and then that's it
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2021 8:12:38 GMT
Due to some complications, there was the need for a judge to review the fight, and subsequently handle a verdict. The matter was handled on Amino, on RP Fight Club, where it was concluded as a disqualification. The contestant also tried to argue the credence of the details that were evidently put into the posts.
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Post by Charlie Mylphis on Feb 28, 2021 8:36:03 GMT
My final statement on the subject is that this is a merely a clash of ideals, from Amino's perspective I am in the right, from Aether's perspective its Vincent, the two clashing ideas cannot be mended and thus will not be chalked up to the Judge being "biased" we merely comprehend things differently. The actions I performed that led to the DQ (Not the mistakes though those are all me being stupid), is just what normally happens on Amino so I will say this is mostly the fault of my ignorance of your customs.
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. Though if you feel it necessary we can always retry this so we have a proper fight instead of two individuals being so sure they’re right about a topic when it actually doesn’t have much to do with who’s correct and rather you simply failing to explain your ability on the senses that I’d just “understand” because physics and stuff, I mean you never called into question how exactly I was controlling the wind, so I just assumed you knew I was controlling the air directly, I mean you can’t really use the wind to create a vacuum since wind it literally the opposite of that, Epsilon just borrowed some kinetic energy from your attack to launch the Air Molecules away. 
