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Post by peace on Jun 20, 2021 16:01:24 GMT
Obliterated, complete destruction. This was the only way to describe this wasteland of a city. A thick smog so poisonous it had killed all of the animals that entered it, was casting a veil around the entirety. The smog was just enough to kill a weakened or sick human if they inhaled too much at a time or stayed in contact with it for too long. Outside the veil was filled with trees and other wildlife, however they were decaying and dying. Some of the trees managed to produce offspring that adapted to the environment, and simply because toxic tree’s, and eating from one would be enough to kill an elephant. These dead trees, and mostly the toxic ones, had spread out around the city, making it look like a dense poisonous forest with a city in the middle. The ground which these trees littered was cracked and dry, a faint glow emanating from them indicating how polluted the environment was. Even through the despair that this environment was going through, a small tribe managed to survive here, the bodies now mutated to survive the harsh conditions of the poisonous environment, and their brains somehow developed to understand how to clean infected meat, and even filter toxins from the fruits of poisonous trees. The only downfall of this tribe was their inability to speak English, kept away from humanity for so long they’d forgotten English and developed a new tongue. They lived peacefully in their wasteland, they had moderate lodgings and a decent food supply, though many died from lack of medicine, they were peaceful and happy, even in their destroyed environment. Further inside the city there were 5 sections, as the city was a big circle, each section covered a decent amount of land within the circle. As for the 5th section, it was smack dab in the middle of the 4 sections, this 5th section had the best quality of everything that they could provide. The 5th section was seen as the sacred place, where the 5 leaders would bestow the tellings of their god to their subjects. The 5th section was a massive tower, where the 5 leaders slept and carried out their lives, and at the very top of the tower is where they’d hold their speeches. The other four sections were identical to each other, they had standard housing such as you’d see anywhere else in the world with apartment complexes or just houses side by side. Nobody within the four sections felt a need to disrupt their lifestyle because many had tried before..and they all met the same fate. Death.
Astéri was merely wandering around when he came across the forest that he deemed a “disgusting abomination”. Displeased with its presence he tread forward, into the heart of the forest. His black boots crushed the earth beneath him, making a loud stomping sound as he pushed forward. Astéri hadn’t been in the mood for anything lately, he hadn’t even been in the mood to change into a different outfit, so he walked through the forest with beige baggy cargo pants that had Minerva tightly tucked next to it, and a red jean jacket, with a simple beige undershirt. Continuing to walk, disgust and anger had continued to fill Astéri’s head, his irises glowing a heavenly gold leaving a trail behind him. A wide straight face turned into a malicious grin, and his messy hair started rustling, as Astéri’s Stellar Ether began to run wild; thin golden tendrils spun around him with every step he took. Astéri’s eyes fixated on getting in the middle of the forest and disposing of it quickly, his Ether beginning to run rampant through the ground itself. The sheer mass of his Ether and the properties of it had given Astéri a slight gravitational pull, causing the trees and surrounding area to shift slightly towards him. Suddenly, his Ether dispersed, losing the gravitational force right before all of the Ether that had been running wild had concentrated into his fist, with a large amount of Ether still running through the ground of the forest. His right hand was now radiating a blinding gold light that could easily be spotted within the forest, as he got close enough to see the smoggy veil that wasteland city had covering it. Astéri’s Ether grew hotter and hotter as it continued to gather within his hand, ready to absolutely blow this place into nothing; Astéri jumped as high as he could using his Ether as an enhancement to reach the top of the 5th section. Now in the very center of the disgusting forest, Astéri pulled his fist back and punched the ground beneath him. Instead of allowing his Ether to remain coated around his fist, he instead pushed it out, causing it to destroy the ground beneath him from the inside, leaving him unharmed from the repercussions of such a powerful punch. The very ground below had started to shine golden, right before exploding the entire forest, as Astéri’s Ether had spread throughout the forest long before he punched the floor. Every last person in the area had died, and the land had been purged, as it was now just really just a barren wasteland. Even the smog couldn’t withstand the impact of that blow, and dissipated quickly.
Astéri now sat, in the exact spot he punched; his Stellar Ether still influencing the area around him and still running through his body, he himself was glowing. Astéri felt some sort of accomplishment, removing an unsightly forest because he felt like it, he had felt true freedom and felt he was on top of the world. Astéri’s actions had begun to inflate his head, making him believe he was untouchable.
“You see this?! I did this because I’m powerful and nobody can tell me to stop!!”
He shouted at the top of lungs, all while being sure nobody with the same level of power as his Father, Duran, was around to hear him. Astéri continued to sit in the middle of his destruction, relishing in the power and freedom he’d felt at the moment; the bad mood that plagued him seemed to almost completely vanish as he watched the clouds far off.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2021 7:42:01 GMT
The roots of evil traveled across the world, and the commander followed. This wasteland was the ideal vision of corruption and human destitution, disgusting, and with a smog standing to the skies for what seemed miles across its dilapidated view. Given his earlier debrief on this place, it was just an ironic result of other humans attempting to play a role like God among the masses. The specifics were nothing he particularly cared about, but the problem at hand was something which warranted his presence. It would've been a matter of time that Recyclers sunk their dirty hands into the wastes of wars, and seemingly rundown utopias for anything worth a price. It was a personal freedom that very few could comprehend. Men like Arthur did it to survive, and he could empathize with the young man. Especially knowing how cruelly him and his earliest crew of Wicked Ones raided the Holy Federation for their resources before making an audacious escape. All of that was narrowed down to a cause, but to desecrate what had already been destroyed was no less than the doings of deranged men. The galaxy became a much angrier place after the Ishgrian Expedition, and Rio wouldn't stand for their pathologies.
In the irradiated heart of the wastes, he saunters with a determined stride, slightly becoming captivated by the scenery that surrounded his peripherals. The dull resonance of his sable jackboots was undermined by cacophonous, grating sounds of buildings giving away to the duress of the elements at last. The smog that was inhaled with each breath left a sour taste of copper on his tongue, but with such exquisite constitution it was harmless to him. Ambient Ether naturally gathers into his body, creating a distinct harmony in cultivating the energies into a state of flawless refinement. Toxins that are generally effective against those of a human scope are easily dispersed in less than seconds of entering his system. Incidentally, this method played into the support of his overall physical capabilities, leaving him more prepared than ever in the dangers that may follow. A lambent essence of the cultivated Ether rouses from within, snaking around his stalwart stature with elegance. Its presence suffuses his proximity with a crimson hue, so dull that it may as well be mistaken for black. Notwithstanding that, Rio had his travels come to an immediate halt at the sudden fluctuation of Ether from a fair distance apart.
With it, followed the dissonance of crumbling earth from the egress of the forest. "Heh, heh." He chuckled, slowly. Incarnadine eyes widen expectantly at the foreboding signature lingering just beyond the forest. There was not a single idea that came to mind as to whom he would be facing, but he could very well conclude 'this is the guy.' It was more than enough consideration necessary, as when a golden light bled through the tree lines, nothing would be left for debate. An explosion erupted from the fractured earth, rendering the entirety of the landscape in its brilliance until collapsing onto its destructive results. A tumultuous surge of force followed just moments in between the radiant blast and its aftermath, assimilating some of the smog into its waves.
Where many men would have attempted to shield themselves in the fleeting moments where the explosion occurred, Rio would not. Rather, there was no need to. Apart from being a considerable distance away from its quite focused point of impact, the only thing left to endure was a pressure that had been immediately dissected by his unmoving presence. His arms were crossed above his superbly toned chest, clad in a sable tunic that quietly billowed with the gales. The surface of his sun-kissed skin appeared scarred on most of his arms and chest, becoming a testament to the meaning of an unstoppable force. His black pants were tightened by a cincture around his waist, weighted by his greyish ARCUS System on the right hip, primed and actively awaiting commands. Slicked raven black locks glisten in the motes of radiance that happened by, and with his eyes staring directly into the face of the perpetrator, intently. The Bascht Sacrament enwreathed over his right wrist releases a soft glow in response to his numinous will, and also indicating its attunement to the mystical leyline of Terra Tower. Without his weapons on hand, it would appear that Rio was entirely defenseless, but time and time again this was triumphed by such a childish act of deception. Whether the boy, emerging from his own carnage, had taken notice... He didn't really care. It'll be found out one way or another.
His arms fell back to his sides as the length of an imposing weapon was fabricated from a milky white radiance. The contours of its vague shape appeared to be more of a sword, and a tremendous one at that. Its appearance remained elusive in the moments that Rio watched the boy shout to the Heavens. His left eyebrow squirming in confusion to his overtly stated excitement. It was by then, that Rio decided to burst his bubble.
"Hate to break it to you, kid!" The words traveled the broad thirty meters of distance through his stentorian voice. "You won't be doing much of that, anymore...!" In retrospect, he should have just asked if the boy lost his momma or something. But for someone at his age to be doing maniacal things of this nature. Just who were his parents?
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peace
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Post by peace on Jul 5, 2021 13:55:56 GMT
Astéri let out a deep sigh; Ether reverberated through his body, breath, and then into the air. His body letting off a magnificent golden hue, causing the immediate area around him to seem warped from the nature of his Ether. It was as if space was only being affected in Astéri’s immediate area; as nothing flew towards him while his Ether continued to condense, still warping his image. Astéri was in a state of absolute harmony, but knew his outburst wouldn’t go unnoticed as he waited for his next victim. It was then when he heard someone call out-
“Hate to break it to you kid. You won’t be doing much of that anymore…!”
Astéri’s eyes quickly shifted to the man who called unto him, ready for a fight. He scoffed at the man so foolish as to call out to him instead of gaining the advantage through a surprise attack until he focused on his energy. He quickly shut himself up realizing this man was just as strong if not stronger than Duran, and was not to be taken lightly. This terrified Astéri, a behemoth who could rival the strongest man he’s ever seen! Sweat dripped from his face as he began to feel the overwhelming presence of the man standing some 30 meters away. Astéri’s body froze for a second as the realization of a possible death was at hand, though this didn’t last for long, as he quickly entered the dead calm state, losing his sense of fear entirely and concentrated only on the fight at hand.
Staring at the man he appeared unarmed and absolutely defenseless, but Astéri knew how Ether and the like worked; this man could bring forth a weapon at any time or even subdue him with just Ether. Astéri pondered the thought of surviving this and knew his chances were slim, but not zero. Asteri’s eyes grew even brighter realizing the possibility of a fun fight, his Ether coursed through his entire bodily system, fortifying and enhancing him. Knowing not to take this man lightly Astéri began his preparations for the fight, covering the clouds in a blanket of Ether, continuing to rapidly condense within the clouds. Immediately after Astéri charged the man, closing the distance between them in an instant. With Minerva unsheathed. Space was still warping around him and In a similar way to his father, Duran’s fighting style, Astéri unleashed a flurry of blows, allowing the length of the blade to crash down on the man.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2021 5:29:37 GMT
There was nothing foolish about gathering his target's attention, it was more or less the courtesy of not dying a dishonorable death. Rio often preferred to allow those who lived for the thrill of battle to die in it as well. Cheap tactics were a surefire way of acquiring victory, but there was no need to stoop down to that degree of desperation. As far as he knew, this boy was just a young murderer in the making, and because of his crimes, death became an appropriate sentence. As his shouting caused the boy to look at the immediate concern in his midst, it was there that Rio recognized the sharp sense of hesitation that had been displayed in his eyes as the both formally met one another. It was a terror that felt palpable to Rio, and even though he wasn't the one receiving such a rush of emotions; he empathized with the youthful Asteri. A greenhorn like him wouldn't know true battle even if it presented himself here and now. Fighting to the death was a circumstance Rio had long since grown accustomed to. And here he was in the presence of judgment for his rancorous killings.
In hindsight, he felt for the boy, because he surely didn't recognize how fucked he was as of this very moment.
As briefly as it was, observing his target frozen stiff and the dilating atmosphere surrounding his aura. Rio had left no room for opportunity after he was acknowledged. The leylines that encompassed almost everywhere from his position, and particularly beneath his boots, began directing themselves into the collective Ether that loosely covered his physique. Infinitesimally thin streams of aquamarine essence became diluted once it made contact with this malevolent form of Ether. Although copious amounts of energy were being funneled into the continuous cultivation cycle, it almost never seemed like it would be enough. Acquiring more and more, seeming like he would probably burst with this much, and yet, the leylines provided nonetheless. Rio possessed a reservoir with depths that very few could presume. Leaving an imposing display of his prowess before Asteri as the ambient Ether worked under his subconscious command. However, the existence of some overwhelming pressure, or mountain of aura would be severely lacking... A testament to his sheer skill in handling essence.
All of it could be consolidated into his meridians without such superfluous displays.
Where Asteri pondered over the exhilaration of what could become of this battle, it has already begun in Rio's perspective. The luminous "scabbard" that covered his weapon started crumbling into shards of glass that eventually dissipated into motes of ivory light. From there it would reveal the Qrostriz Claymore, the fabled King of Swords; the unadorned symbol of calamity that brought ruination to the enemies of its wielder. While it was a Monbda that questioned its acquisition from such a dubious man like Rio, it complied for his sheer fervor in battle. The reflective silver blade emerges from its veil of radiance with a powerful sheen off its fuller, its length of five feet being just as imposing as its trenchant edge. Occultic markings are so deeply engraved into its sable leather handle, that it was the first detail he recognized as his right hand swiftly snatched the hilt. The rounded pommel and fairly standard crossguard made it apparent that this was intended to be a practical weapon, but the overall length was far beyond the normal scope for humans to wield.
And of course... The markings within the Qrostriz Claymore made it exceptionally difficult. Just as his hand took hold, there was a sudden burning sensation in his clenched digits. Scorching in his palm like an imaginary flame, but his reaction and a lack thereof went to show that he was unbothered by its effects. Although, the scent of blood would have became prevalent in this moment. Its handle possessed a sinister device that sacrificed blood as an activation agent to its true power: the Eragach. It would have taken effect in the fleeting moments that his target finally decided to square off, his eyes brimming with a certain anticipation. The silver blade was eventually defiled by an obsidian hue that crept from the hilt and onto its entire length. It showed off a relatively red aura, dimly. The claymore was situated into a lax position: the edge facing the ground along with its point, wielded angularly while his right hand was at rest. To wield an impossible weapon with one hand was incredible, but for a six feet and four inch brute like Rio, it was as natural as he lived and breathed.
Just after the boy finished mustering more Ether into his frame, he proceeded into an audacious charge at the commander with his weapon unsheathed. It was at that moment where Rio had merely prepared himself to intercept it, placing his feet parallel to the width of his shoulders. His grip on the Qrostriz Claymore tightening, fiercely. The disciplines of the Kundalividyaraja School emphasized on the patience that was necessary to counterattack, and to end the exchange seamlessly with one sound blow.
The beginning of this cornered beast's barrage of sword swings displayed a lack of intention, but just with the first downward stroke of his sword... Rio saw opportunity. The wind that surrounded them whipped violently as his arm disappeared along with the claymore in a blur of dim hues, checking the blade of Minerva midair with its edge, and with it came an immeasurable power which dwarfed Asteri's physiology several-fold. A tumultuous ripple of force suffused with a grating burst as it emitted between the two, capable of feasibly assimilating his target with the concentrated shockwave that was directed into his sword strike. Additionally, causing the wastes to tremble in response to its connection. He would have continued his sword stroke upwards, given that the boy was thrown into the skies at the hand of such power. Unless he wanted his arms to be mangled off of his body, disparaging the weapon may as well be a life or death choice to make. The Eragach prompted his sword stroke to depart with a dark sickle of essence, following the selfsame trajectory, and launched linearly into Asteri. The mysterious slash could easily divide magical defenses with its polarizing edge, leaving magic barriers useless against its power. And his target, defenseless and potentially cleaved in twain.
It could only be presumed what would become of him now.
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