Ezekiel
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Post by Ezekiel on Jun 26, 2021 2:26:58 GMT
Ezekiel’s lack of care for the battle below was monumental, it was neither entertaining nor was it worth it, while his flames set the world ablaze, the motivation was absent from his visage, yet he knew that Nolthanis would never forgive him for not partaking in the conflict any further. The Musician’s tune shifted from a simple requiem to a more complex song, disturbing the stillness of the air even down to the land below. Rays of sunlight peeked through the thick clouds, creating pale shadows upon the pale silvery threads composing his hair. His eyes, now a more orchid-like purple through the appeased filter created by the energy swirling around his corporeal vessel, swept through the landscape below, quickly extending the reach of his extrasensory perception to allow for maximum coverage, all from an horizon to another was under his watchful eye, yet he only focused on The Emperor’s energy signature and on the other amalgamation of shifting energies down below. Was it even necessary for him to go down when The Undead seemed to have everything under control? Not necessarily, yet he still felt the need to meet up with Nolthanis to give him a piece of his mind about tossing him up in the air. Ezekiel released the drones from under him, returning them to his side while letting himself enter a free falling state, falling hundreds upon hundreds of feet down to the ground, allowing for ample time to cast the Voltia Art “Crescent Mirror” on himself, protecting him of any kind of spell he or his opponent would release, no matter how strong. During his fall, he had not lessened his focus upon Nolthanis’ position, realizing, unfortunately too late for his own good, that his ally was within the reach of his assault. Who could blame a child in the clouds for not seeing his friend down below? In any case, he wasn’t worried about The Frozen Emperor’s safety, Wulgee was a more hazardous realm where his friend suffered worse damage. The guitar he had held during his stay in the clouds vanished once again, leaving place to a masterfully crafted spea as tall as he was, a handle surrounded by a cerulean-coloured wrapping along with a short scarf-like piece of fabric below the head of the same cerulean colour as the handle. He felt Nolthanis move once more to the partly collapsed ravine, so using bursts of energy to reposition himself, he aimed to descend straight down into the rift in the land. He started charging up etheric forces into the head of the spear, multiple dark notches in the metal seemed to light up with a powerful shine. He thought of the multiple ways this could end, yet in none would the invaders survive to see another day, one had already been dealt with and soon the second would meet them in death’s boat. The Mastermind hoped that Nolthanis wouldn’t give him too much trouble for acting like he did, or maybe he’ll just toss the lad up in the air again, only to punch him into a wall as he came down.
Ezekiel closed his eyes for a second, he had nothing to do for the next few instants, so he wondered about all his options and if the one he had currently selected was truly the best. The sword at his side would result in a less destructive scenario for the surrounding environment, yet it seemed much less entertaining for all parties involved to simply see someone get hit with whatever Voltia he could unleash, especially due to the risks involving repetitive usage of the technology, along with the fact that there was a slim risk of the sword malfunctioning due to Nolthanis’ presence as he came to realize during their travel on his ship.
Then, he could use magic once more, but Nolthanis would probably slam him into the rock if he let his magic loose once again, then again Winter’s Aspect had something that could defend him. Arma Nirvana would probably also help him considerably in the worst case scenario, but all three seemed dull and redundant, besides, his spear needed to come out of The Horizon sometimes, hopefully Arcadia kept it sharp. He felt The Emperor’s attacks towards the shifting mass of energy as he entered the fissure in the terrain, stabbing his spear into the stone to both slow his ridiculously fast descent and also to help him position his feet towards the ground as he prepared for the impact, retracting his spear back out of the rocky surface to gain momentum once again, reaching terminal velocity just before he hit the ground, Nolthanis being above him, he had no remorse crashing down like a meteorite. Thankfully, he came out unscathed, having Adamantine Shield tank the entirety of the damage, allowing him to recover ridiculously quickly and prepare to commit one of the biggest cases of overkill he had ever committed, but before all that, he focused the vibrations produced by his crash into the ground into another small ball of concentrated death located behind the spear, tracking the polearm’s smallest movements. Ezekiel held the spear with his right hand, cocking his arm back as he prepared to launch it. The opponent’s body fell down, but the Mastermind cared little if he was dead or alive, he had an idea. He threw the spear towards the corpse, letting it fly a small distance before releasing the shockwave at the back of the spear to make it soar across the distance in ridiculous speeds, the head stabbed within the corpse’s chest with pinpoint accuracy then through to the rock, locking it to the cliffside. The entire spearhead and even some of the handle had disappeared in the rock and the entity’s body, yet this was not all he had planned for the poor soul. The forces contained within the weapon yearned to escape, yet now, Ezekiel had lifted all restrictions on the nether, ether and whatever else he locked in there, creating one massive explosion, blowing the remains apart with no remorse whatsoever.
Ezekiel stood there, silent. His appearance returned to the calculated, almost royal appearance he so deeply loved to show. No signs of the sadistic, almost sociopathic behavior he might usually show in battle, for there was nothing left to fight at the moment.
“So, Nolthanis, do you need any clothes? There’s always some in my ship if you need, I didn’t think you’d throw yourself into my attack, not that I could see it anyways.”
The sly tone in his voice only showed that he had little care for the response he might receive outside of whether or not the Undead needed any clothing, not that he expected any positive answer.
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Post by triccdicc on Jun 29, 2021 0:51:15 GMT
Dead or alive? Humans shall not cross over into this territory. The power born from someone's pure dying will can only be wielded by the owner of said dying will power factor one. Secondly zobae would protect the flames of night from the attempted disturbance the virus would recognize a threat and keep the structure of the flames stable as the organism was lined within all of Ge-no's energy. The attempted disturbance seems to have been negation and a assumed form of absorption, a known tactic a almost fatal one if not for the dome's specs, one of it's main sources of energy was all around in every corner of the very universe however it should be noted that the creature was currently tapping into the planets natural energy, with Ge-no gathering pure ambient energy and powering the dome constantly at a fast rate as well as it taking in endothermic energy it would hard to dispel/absorb completely, the stated area in which the dome was stealing ambient energies from at such a rapid rate was being frozen due to the lack of heat as the heat was rapidly being depleted this would also state to rapidly effect rival energy outputs this would ultimately render the atoms in the area incapable of moving due to the lack of kinetic energy in that particular distance meaning firstly the effect wouldn't reach the male meaning it onslaught continued with no actual disturbance. Furthermore, the effects on the opponent would be detrimental if they did happen to negate the energy one of the three components of the flames of night were negative chi, which can corrupt and drive someone who wasn't used to welding it or coming into contact with it to absolute madness as the opponent was absorbing such a quantity of negative chi they're body would be broken down on a molecular level same for biotic and abiotic factors in taking such a dangerous energy. Furthermore they would also be in taking this
This anchor discourages deflection, copying, absorption, reflection negation etc. Any attack used by the holder has sworn loyalty to the user. Any attempt to engage in all of the above Will result in the energy driving humanoids insane, shattering the structure of golems, and malfunctioning the circuits of robots. An infestation can be said to be. Disturbing the flow of energy will cause the energy to latch onto the victim and rip apart they're build-up atomically and build it's way up. It also eats away at reserves of nutrients, carbohydrates, oxygen, and electrolytes. The entity can enter through all angles and forms of contact. It has its own intelligence allowing it to survive almost anything adapting and overcoming by processing information and cheating a counter for certain conditions, counter contingencies, and defense. The concept is everything has a source, this organism attacks the source. It is a separate entity from the user, a mind of its own intelligence. It lacks personality however it's only goal is to stop anything that attempts to disrupt the flow. The entity is in the shape of a joker's head 🃏 and multiplies rapidly over a span of zero point two (or less) seconds. Color of the virus is the exact color of its victim changing at rapid speeds to avoid being seen. It's about the size of a Tardigrade(0.3mm<0.012in>)//Weight: 1.75 nanograms). A silent killer as it is the moment it enters it shuts off nerves not allowing the victim to sense it or it's damage. The shutting off of nerves causes signals to stop going to the brain. The pigmentation of the victim changes to a dark shadow like color. The cause of mental illness is due to the prefrontal cortex taking damage. The virus is capable of using nature energy and its variants to enhance its range and effectiveness. (link: they were homing the attempt by going through its connection)
It is believed that every user of energy, mana, chi, chakra, etc are metaphysically bound through this connection the virus would recognize the user of this ability and punish them with the aforementioned effects.
DEBUNK 🌈🖤
Shared energy of course and much more gathered: The power to contest any sort of power shouldn't come as a shock to anyone, did the opponent think that the homo's abilities would be so easily negated. The aspects of the flames of night should be taken into heavy consideration. First one: the flames of night contained natural energy which in and of itself was also primordial essence as it existed along with void before the whole concept of creation came into play. The primordial essence's within the dome contested the void as the user of it attempted too negate it's effects seemingly stopping the beam in its tracks and redirected to a mountain elsewhere. Obviously, as he had vision from each direction in the area they were currently fighting, he would notice the male advance upon his location and would have no trouble reacting boosted by the sun flames. In addition to the dome in which his abilities and such Were not effected by his own effects or he be impaired or effected by his own abilities the one of the mirrors behind him sent aloft a wave of it natural energy powered metaphysical essence which would cover a height of six feet in all areas moving around the speed of one fourth the speed of sound. As the well prepped barrier was in play its other effects would also be released upon the male a the engaged in arial combat. Now the duality's ability was seemingly compression, due too the preparations with high levels of force from all angles engulfing his figure the exact amount force was equal to that of the weight of the heaviest locomotive in terms of tons only getting stronger by fifties with each passing second crushing him into a marble seal forged up of a mix of hard light a natural energies applying massive amounts of force and trapping the male with his energy. While this was all occurring the nanobots HHD more then once focus, tens upon tens needle like beams from the second mirror with the same effect and tow fourths the speed of sound in terms of movement aimed at him maneuvering in tricky patterns in almost any way you can imagine and attacking him from every angle leaving blind spots would be careless as he was against two opponents now.
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Jul 2, 2021 5:14:00 GMT
Quite frankly, Nolthanis expected much of someone who had lasted this long against him. Then again, that is his fault; his hopes for a decent battle dashed before his very eyes. One can have all the powers in the world, but without the knowledge to properly apply those powers what good are they? Before his mediocre planning, this tech-junkie is little more than a mewling kitten asking to be squashed beneath a giant’s foot. For he who sought the strength to eternally protect his new Dagda Mor and the capital of Liberatio, this isn’t even enough to whet his palate. The opposition tried so much, but didn’t even get their foot in the proverbial door.
First and foremost, to try and strip the Void energies of endothermic energy is – at the very least – ingenuity at its finest. Alas, the Void is neither not nor cold, and it defies the normality of energy; anyone who knows of the Void would know that much at least. If it were so easy to stop that way then no universe would have trouble with their respective Void realm. At the very least, if this were a being made of the Void then the idea would work, but it’s not. Thus, the beam of lethal proportions moves unfettered by the corruption of the foe; said barrier wouldn’t be able to infiltrate it either. Given that the Void negates and absorbs, something so basic as driving the Void mad wouldn’t have worked in the first place. As for Nolthanis? He’s already far beyond madness, such low-level attempts at his psyche wouldn’t have made it through his mental defenses even if it were possible to drive him more insane than he already is.
Thus, the beam struck home, washing over the enemy to deal some serious damage. Given that the enemy tried to stop the blast with energy in an improper way, the blast had only grown stronger as intended, and any nanobots that got in the way are destroyed on contact. With said path truly cleared, Nolthanis’s intention for the uppercut and the following hammer blow are successful, as is his command for the Damned to devour the rest of his tech’s power supply.
One might wonder, how had Nolthanis himself avoided the barrier’s attempts? His Aspect of Winter of course, something that had already repelled the barrier once already. Given that it is born from the Toshihide’s evolution into Winter’s physical embodiment, it would always carry his Primordial Essence, a devouring presence that acts similarly to the Void, but is far easier to handle. Then again, to him, stopping Void energy is rather easy and obvious to figure out; some people just panic given what the Void is and represents.
Not his problem he supposes.
He set the Aspect primarily to repel foreign energies and forces, along with strengthening his already God-slaying physical abilities. He would now, after Ezekiel’s spear struck true, focus his power in his right hand. In a flash of azure he is gone, descending before the spear was to slam the body into the cliffside. His mere presence, the arrival of the Aspect, would dismantle the spear to avoid the body’s destruction. His hand is releasing strands of excess power, tendrils of his Essence in which would protect the Frozen Emperor’s person just by the sheer volume of power contained within the strands.“Good-bye.”
His hand strikes out quicker than lightning, perhaps even quicker than one could register the attack in their thoughts, his luminescent palm and digits gripping at the skull of the powerless foe. Strength alone would crush the bones or whatever it is that makes up the fellow’s cranium, but the unholy might of the Undead King would do exactly what Ezekiel wanted with his spear, but on a grander scale of power. Explosive on contact, the entire ravine would be blinding to look at even for the fraction of a second, and the aftermath results in further crumbling of cliffsides and mountainous terrain originally unaffected by the battle. He had both accelerated the target’s collision with the ground and caused his power to fill the body, causing an overall, violent dismantling of the body’s internals and externals.
GOD-SLAYING TECHNIQUE: CATACLYSM!Simple in name, and as the name implies, the devastation wrought by such built strength would be naught less than catastrophic in design - - evidenced by the larger-than-life crater than Nolthanis stood in. No part of the foe would remain, no technology was safe or even salvageable. The reason Ezekiel would survive such a strong attack is simple: the Damned protected him at their Emperor’s behest, whisking him temporarily from the current plane prior to the explosion reaching his position. Even in the midst of destruction, Nolthanis cared for his allies, and hopefully this would teach Ezekiel two things. Firstly, not to ever get on Nolthanis’s bad side. Secondly, what Nolthanis could impart unto the young lad were he to take up the Emperor’s future offer to be his disciple. Now isn’t the time, but it will come soon. There would be a small clash given his nature disrupting technology, but he knows how to circumvent such an issue easily enough.
Silly though the name is, it is the very technique he used to kill his personal Old God, his very creator: Interitus.Standing up straight with a sigh, he turns his head back to look at Ezekiel and glares, but only for a moment.
“Let’s get going, Captain.”
He would let the younger man lead, because despite their differences in age and power, Ezekiel is a Captain and thus ranked higher in BLADE. Were Ezekiel to give him an order, regardless of the fact of being another faction, Nolthanis would have obeyed. Absolute loyalty ensures survival of all, for internal conflict leads to the ruination of kingdoms and armies alike - - none are spared from the damage of a betrayal.
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Ezekiel
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Post by Ezekiel on Jul 2, 2021 14:21:59 GMT
The Musician had learned lots of things within his time under the banner of BLADE, he had become much different than the injured lad which was brought back by Astra, he had met a lot of people in that time, and it was without surprise that Nolthanis was one of those which he feared the most. Not due to his personality or mental state, after all everyone was batshit crazy in the group, himself included, but it was for the sheer demonstrations of power he had witnessed from The Undead King on multiple occasions, from dealing with the Gargantuan Goo Goober alongside Rio to now this, there was no denying that if they came to fight each other, Ezekiel would not be victorious. Thankfully, he was on the same side as those which he feared and admired for the most part, meaning that he would not encounter the same fate as this unfortunate soul. His bejeweled gaze was riveted on the Destroyer’s actions ever since he crashed into the rocky floor of the chasm at terminal velocity, what else was there to do anyways? The Mastermind’s attacks had been particular in terms of destructive capabilities in this bout, from the strength of his fire magic to the netheric bursts of energy which could be produced from the armaments he carried, yet there was something particular about the energy Nolthanis used to carry forth with his assaults. Ezekiel’s acute perception abilities had trouble even detecting their nature and effects, let alone finding out their origin. The launching of his spear had all gone smoothly, in appearance at least, had he been fighting alone the polearm would’ve connected. In little time, they would see the end of this mostly useless skirmish. However, something unexpected would happen that distraught Ezekiel’s train of thoughts momentarily, before he had a flashback to the middle of the Wulgee Flower bed and their fight with the big purple monster.
“That’s checkmate.”
Nolthanis’ movements were as powerful as ever, reminding him of the fight against Melord, however their opponent was far from the strength of the Decay Demon. Ezekiel had barely the time to react to the sudden movement to save the weapon from complete annihilation, sending it back from whence it came originally, The Frozen Emperor had a particular way of completely destroying everything his opponent had to his name, but it appeared as if his job in fighting was over, for the poor entity they fought would soon see the final chapter of their life written out, but there was one thing Ezekiel was particularly good at even when he didn’t fight: He could do background music! As the Undead started to prepare for his finishing move, he started whistling, however the notes emerging from his mouth were moreso similar to a full on rock music thanks to his complete abuse of the power granted to him by his genetics, rapidly building up for the great finale, all regular mortals would see was a blur of azure from where Nolthanis was originally positioned to now, but Ezekiel had the capabilities to see further than simply flashes of past presences, but still, the fight was over before you could say Checkmate. The lightning fast movement of his ally which brought the definitive demise of their opponent coincidentally fell on the most intense moment of the short song, making for the perfect overkill moment, although he had missed a few seconds as the explosion created by Nolthanis’s sheer destructive power due to something similar to his Plane Shifting, sending a chill down his spine as soon as he reappeared within his original position, this was one hell of an attack to say the least. If this whole charade was to impress him in any way, shape or form, consider him impressed, for someone to be able to destroy this much while not necessarily at their peak was something to behold at least once. Although Ezekiel’s power was greatly limited and restrained due to particular circumstances, and even if he had constant access to the full extent of his abilities, he would still consider the God-slaying Emperor to be a superior fighter based on experience alone.
“Thank god this is over, no more tossing me up in the sky without warning me..”
His thoughts had emerged from his mouth unconsciously, he didn’t think much of it until he saw Nolthanis look at him for a moment, it was almost too bad to be true, how horrendous could the timing be? It appeared as if his words hadn’t sparked any sort of reaction, there was certainly one more uberdestructing fist of omnipotent destruction left in his ally, so he preferred not to taunt him in any capacity.
“Let’s get going, captain.”
Amongst the myriad of different power levels in the anarchist group, it seemed easy to forget that there was a hierarchy of roles, a semblance of organisation amongst the chaos. As powerful as the undead may be, The Mastermind technically ranked higher as a Division Captain. This was still a technicality, for Reclaimers were just as influential as Captains in some cases, but that wasn’t important. The thing they had come for was most likely gone, as there was no more cliffside to speak of, really, meaning the alcove was probably destroyed in the confrontation, a tragedy to say the least, there might’ve been valuable information. Well, at least he could tell the ship was still safe and sound and with the humongous crater they stood in, they didn’t even need to go up to leave. Taking a few steps back to be out of the range of Nolthanis’ disruptive presence in regards to Technology, Ezekiel positioned his right arm in front of him, his elbow bent at 90 degrees to show him the top of his sleeve, which in itself wasn’t the most interesting visual, but with a single press of the top of his glove covered in a sort of power button symbol, a holographic HUD projection seemed to appear from nowhere, linking him up to the technology of his ship, controlling it from a distance to make its descent into the crater.
“Well then, back to the Judecca!”
Ezekiel seemed much more enthusiastic than before, for he had finally served his true purpose in life, which was to be the background music for something, even if it was somewhat brief. The immaculate white ship had made its way to where they were both located, a door made from the inside of the metallic hull sliding to reveal the interior of the vessel, a staircase deploying to allow them to embark back on a long and tumultuous journey back within the deafening confines of the main starship. Somehow, there was a whole attire ready for Nolthanis to wear, similar to Ezekiel’s usual clothing with golden and purple traits. Ezekiel had somewhat anticipated that some clothing would get destroyed in the process of this expedition from the very beginning, it always seems to be the case when he and Nolthanis went somewhere.
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Post by genrandt on Jul 10, 2021 16:19:40 GMT
Time. Time is the most important factor any living being has, and time should be cherished as such. No wasted words, no actions made in haste. Just time, to spend grinding toward a goal, time to spend with your loved ones, and time to love. Some of the most important things in life are brotherhood, loyalty, motivation, drive, and a willingness to do what you need to do. This all captivates a mindset, a way of living, an era. Sometimes, you just gotta be around a little love. That's all. The Love Era, the best mindset to have.
It's a damn shame some people can't get that mindset.
Well, she may not even be able to help it.
Natalia Yanakido was one bad bitch, someone who had two sides to her - yet both of them were stated, were prominent and were told. The woman who wouldn't be scared to tell the world what the fuck was up, and what she felt about the shitty reality she had been put in. She looked over at the environment as she soared on the back of her Haidora. She looked up at the grey skies, littered by cloud - the mountain tops piercing the blanket and reaching high up into the sky. She onlooked the ground, being called here by a friend of hers, one whom she had met through her grandfather. According to accounts of ships in the area, there were energy-signatures which matched one of a great battle. However, the information was incomplete. The information didn't state the numbers, the allegiances of the fighters - nor where they even were. Natalia was given a planet, and that's that.
Of course however, she was always prepared to get her hands dirty. She donned her snow-white overcoat, with the void black undergarments that accompanied. Her sheathe was a little more contrasting, donning a red and golden color-scheme, to pair with the seemingly bland, black appearance of Mahesvara's hilt. For the moment, her hair was tied in a neat plait - centered to her chest. Her hair was silky, as black as her undergarments and as well kept as a 1969 Camaro. Well, this would matter if her opponents had the time to admire her appearance, but her instinct told her that this would end extremely quickly. Especially as she had begun to approach her opposition. From what she could tell, there were two major life-signs, both of which seemed to not be directing any energy toward one another. The others were strong for their caliber, sure. But these two felt like prime specimens. As soon as she felt their energy, she immediately started to prepare her defenses.
Just after one of them had expended some energy, most likely picking off a target - Haidora was now situated around fifty meters in the sky - and her defenses were now up. Her voice boomed from the skies - addressing both Nolthanis and Ezekiel with a sense of authority - not allowing anyone or anything to interrupt her. Looking down, she proclaimed - in response to the faint voice she had heard earlie
"Hey, Mister Scary Dude - you won't need to beat him senseless. Like you even could, his energy seems WAY higher than yours. If you're angry about your hair being singed off in that explosion - I can give your family a wig to put on your grave?"
She laughed - her voice being amplified throughout the mountain - followed by her Haidora releasing out a threatening roar, shaking the very environment itself. She coughed loudly and started addressing everyone who may be in the environment
"Hey, for the people who don't have strong energy, or who may be hiding - it's your lucky day. I'll take these two, since I'm not interested in anyone else, you may run and hide - or leave this place entirely. I'm nice like that. But you have two minutes to do so, because when their bodies hit the ground then, I can't promise what may happen to you."
She laughed again, sighing and keeping her wits about her, and her senses totally razor-sharp. She didn't know who else may be here, if there were anyone else who was waiting for an opportunity to stand up and fight - however she knew that she could take them. Looks like her Grandfather's friend came through after all. Thus completing the cycle. Looks like Natalia had the Love Era in her after all. Even if she doesn't know it - she has a family, people who love her and are loyal to her. People who she loves and are loyal to. The Love Era reaches all after all.
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Post by Frozen Emperor. on Jul 11, 2021 1:19:30 GMT
Being that they had already left, whatever the fool currently at the site for the battle did or said really didn’t matter. In reality, it was laughable, if only Nolthanis had been there to laugh. Perhaps next time the woman in question might catch him.
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