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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2021 21:06:36 GMT
"Run"
As the common rabble eventually filtered out of the park, some nearly sprinting faster than possible in order to escape their own feeling, Senso had eventually been the only one standing in this park. Now, a big-shot like Abaddon himself, clearing out a park, why? Even if he had wanted a bloodbath, all one would need to do is stand within his shadow, right? Well, if you're asking those questions, you would be correct. However, Senso had one mission, and that was pissing off someone, anyone in order for him to be able to get a fight. The incessant rabble that call - or used to - call themselves fighters had made Senso blunt. He couldn't handle the pitiful battle cries before death. Standing in the embrace of the sunlight, he had his Ama-no-Sakahoko in hand, waiting for someone to fight him. Enough calls should have been made to the Galactic Corpos looking towards all of the planets in this system for extra-terrestrial energies and in this regard, at this current moment, Senso was like a beacon. To those who would dare challenge him, despite the astronomical scales of murderous intent radiating from Senso, without the usage of his powers, they would be some fun for him to have.
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Post by Stephy on Feb 28, 2021 14:25:37 GMT
Enjoying the cup of tea in the Golden Sunny cafe, the elven male took another relaxing sip closing his eyes softly to the deliciousness of the human world’s tea. It has been so long since he had enjoyed a cup of black tea that setting it down on the saucer in front of him. In front of him was Artemis, the head of the Mediators division, going through stacks of paper wearing her glasses that the elf barely got to see. Looking around with his bright blue eyes - he could see that this place was very fancy than other rundown cafes he has been to; fancy desks that were circular and always cleaned, porcelain cups that they give to people buying tea, and each time the male took a sniff of the cafe a lovely scent of lavender welcomed itself into Polaris’s nose. Life was far from good, one of the few pleasant things working under the famous captain as she bestows her charm everywhere she goes too.
“Polaris, honey, can you see what this is?” Artemis takes out the piece of paper to Polaris, as he looked at this paper that shifted colors from throughout. Blinking his eyes once or twice as she scoffed and took it back, “It’s an invitation to the lands of Barlethomew the 3rd. He wants to see what BLADE is about and is willing to give us resources.”
“Oh, that-”
He was quickly interrupted as a ding came from her phone, giving it a look of distaste as she sighed once more. As the message dinged - with Polaris’s ether sense he could feel lots of bloodlust and malice coming a few miles away from him. “Honey, deary.”
“What is it?” He quickly retorted with a blank annoyed stare on his face. Knowing exactly that every time she put those two words together he has to play babysitter or something of that sort. It isn’t entirely bad - but does get annoying from time to time.
Artemis sighs, “Senso has gone out again and has landed where we are having our tea time. Zone has just asked me to help out the people in this vicinity to get away from him. I’ll make a perimeter as you take care of him.”
“Isn’t he...ya know? A captain of the offensive team of BLADE? Why do you think I will have to stop him?”
“Because if you do, you might get to command the Harriers.~ Also, I am the only one who can properly make everyone retreat as I will bring them into a safe place.”
The aura coming off of Polaris that Artemis could feel instantly was regret, concern, worry, and most of all annoyance. The elf has only cared about helping her out when she needed to and always trained around, the male had no intention of being apart or commanding a division whatsoever. Yet, it was by her command and the request of the commander of BLADE, he really couldn’t resist. Taking another sip of black tea as he looked at her intently - she giggled and smirked.
“Fine, fine. I’ll give you another cup of black tea for your reward,” A grin came from the elf who went back to sipping the rest of his black tea as his cheeks were a light red color. The captain set her hand on his shoulder as he looked at her confused, “Just because he is a captain doesn’t mean you can’t win okay? He is a psycho and attacks anyone at random, so take that to your advantage.”
Polaris nodded once as he set his cup on the saucer - luckily Polaris had brought his flintlock, mithral sword, and his musket strapped to his back as he looked back at her. Giving him a reassuring thumbs up and smile - the male left the cafe; Artemis’s look of worry grew as she went to breathe softly in and out as she started to gather people up to bring them away from where the fight will happen. Following the trail of bloodlust and malice, the male pulled out his silver tongue musket with thoughts swarming in his mind. What should he do if there were no places for his elven armor to zip too? What were his actual strengths and weaknesses? With the shake of his head, he began to close in on the concentration of high bloodlust as people screamed and ran away from the terrible person they knew of the psycho, Senso. Brushing through his soft white hair Polaris muttered, “Bloody hell.” under his mouth before continuing to walk forward. His soft British accent was starting to slowly come as he activated his battle mode.
With a few walks forward - he looked into a park as he raised an eyebrow, “Why the bloody hell will a psychopath pick a park for battle? Well, I guess-” He was stopped and coughed up the concentration of bloodlust coming from the park, shaking his head once he continued to walk forward before seeing a dark-haired male holding onto a weapon that looked to be dangerous. This area would be good for him if he was ever in danger - being able to zip his ways through, as he clenched onto his silvertongue ready to fire at him.
“So you’re the captain of the Harriers, Senso, right? Zone and Artemis want to talk to you about how you’re being a dumbass and probably whoop ya. So how about it? We just head back home and I can enjoy my black tea. You're welcomed to have some.” Keeping his attention on if the male moved or not - he continued to concentrate on the male and surroundings with his ether sense. Ready for anything.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2021 23:48:59 GMT
[ BGM — Agni Kai - Epic Orchestatal ]
"Now, now and now" The Captain of the Harriers looked sternly at the boy, his crushing murderous intent should have made anyone within the radius run away, however, this boy had stayed put, expecting a fight with Abaddon? The sound of hundreds of legs running and walking away had began to die down, the park quickly filtering out. The golden sunlight had begun to fade, still glistening through the leaves of the trees. The smells coming from the Café had suddenly started to die down, all of the tealeaves, roasting coffee beans and the smell of delightfully sweet cakes had died down. Senso, putting his hands together, his lance within his hands, he looked at the boy.
"You reek of Artemis. Tell the pitiful woman I was talking a walk. I'm a fuckmothering bringer of death, I don't expect fucking kids to interrupt my walk"
Looking at the boy, he had identified two weapons, he was obviously expecting a battle. Senso would look at the boy. In the moment of silence that occurred, the wind died down, the leaves sinking gracefully to the floor, losing the pink colour that they had, falling out of the radiance of the sun's blissful light. Senso, not moving a single muscle would actually relax his position, his muscles obviously sinking, as if his demeanour had began mocking the boy who had stood in front of him. Looking with a blank expression in his eyes, staring holes into Polaris, he would break the silence, charging into battle with an expression which truly incited fear into the hearts of many. This was one of psychopathic blankness. Senso wouldn't feel anything, Senso wouldn't look like he's feeling anything. Senso's facial expression would just be blank.
'Charging into battle' - however would be a false statement, although it was true, the correct term would be 'lighting the rag, and sparking the match'. Within an instant, the shadow behind Polaris would immediately be observed, using his ability - "Fury; Black Armageddon" - the shadow that Polaris emitted would immediately be used against the boy, within a blink of an eye, creating and sending black steel, needle like spikes created from his darkness toward Polaris' neck, spinal cord and brain. If all three of them had his, this would spell imminent death for his opponent. However, something brewed in the back of Senso's mind.
"You know Artemis sent him, he must be better than that."
"Artemis is trash, and so is this boy."
"Do you really want the Great Abaddon to lose to what looks like a boy who still soils himself?"
"I won't lose"
"Then follow my advice, Abaddon"
The voice of someone had filled Senso's mind, and had been filling this warped, psychotic mind since the Festival. Some say that this is the result of Senso's psychotic traits, some say that it's a voice calling to him, from beyond anything in the realm of possibility.
Despite this, Senso had a job to do.
As soon as the spikes had been sent toward Polaris, Senso broke the distance between the two of them, by the time he was halfway, closing the twenty meter distance between them, Senso would have perceived where his opponent would move next, if he had failed to land his attack. His opponent now had no escape. However, if he was coming up close, there would be an irreplaceable ability which would guarantee the survival of Senso.
"Dark Impulse"
Suddenly, deep, matte black ribbons of darkness would move across, less than an inch away from Senso's skin, this is a defensive ability. Using his darkness, it passively surrounds him in a ribbon like shape, defending him against incoming projectiles and the like, this shreds physical matter, no matter how tough it is and surrounds his entire person - this is the last line of his defence and travels around his body at several times the speed of sound.
The ribbons travelled astronomically quickly around Senso, looking almost like a black blur that had coated him, almost like the darkness had fallen upon Senso himself. twisting and twirling his lance around his person, ready to take the head of the little arrogant child that had decided to stand in front of him, awaiting a grand fight. Senso, now in a state of perfect concentration, extending his Ruler of Aether field around the whole fifty meter distance, would be able to see, hear and sense the movements of Polaris, if he had moved even a muscle, he would know.
Fury, Dark Impulse, these were all abilities which would be the key to holding the victory for the crazed maniac, who had, in the end, just wanted to take a walk. If undefended, the spikes would immediately kill Polaris, within a blink of an eye. Unbeknownst to him naturally, then, Senso would have charged toward him, gallantly with his spear on the offensive, using his Dark Impulse as a defence against whatever the boy would have for him.
"There was almost no chance of winning"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2021 19:51:30 GMT
This fight has now concluded due to Stephanie forfeiting. No winner.
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