Quote:A typical battleground with breakable platforms in the form of crates, giant stone statues of some power figures scattered around the 120-foot radius arena, the height of the figures ranged from 4 to 12 foot tall. To one side of the area, a few broken tiles, apparently water damaged to the otherwise temple-like stage as a puddle of clear water sets in the slightly indented floor undisturbed. Otherwise, they stood on stark white floors that reflect their images. The edges of the stage are dark, rough walls with various wooden pole-perches, sticking out as if begging to be used to climb all the way up to some mysterious treasure at the top of the 200-foot tall space.

Posting Order: Ash, Aqua, Revan, Des, and last but not least: Ebony
Word Count: 1250 Max
Round Count: 2
Time Limit: 48 Hours

Quote:Word Count: 1249/1250 (WordCounter.Net)

Fusion: Ash + Desman = Black Ash
T1: STORM DEMON(Transformation) - This will last until the start of my next turn

Stats for this Round:
7
5
6
7


Black Ash used:
Desman's Elemental Cutlass (Requires Physical Strength Proficiency):A Cutless made of the same energy as Des' shots, thus also allowing it to change color depending on the dominant element (which again, is just fodder); becurse of the fact that the energy doesn't need to be condensed in this form, the sword is only semi-opaque. The form is based primarily off of a 19th century French naval cutlass but it does have a few changes, like how the blade is two and half to three inches at the widest point, and 11 at it's longest. Needs 0.5 second of concentration to summon but doesn't need any concentration to maintain once summoned. Despite it's unusual material, it's feels much like a regular sword to hold and be hit by.

SP Used
Ash: 3/4 SP (1 for Fusion, 2 Round Long Transformation)
Desman: 1/2 SP (1 for Fusion)

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A lot of people, especially newer folks, don't have as many friends to bounce ideas of off, to tell them when an idea is good or bad. This thread is for that. When you've got that new idea, and you're mulling it over ... and you need someone to talk sense into you. There is NO SHAME in this thread. But there may be brutal honesty!

To start: I've thought about switching out Samus AND Enel many times. Even had folks go "bah, let go of Enel, he's lame". Frankly I may have dropped him if not for third characters, and Meruem.

Anyone else?

It was a rough night. The stress of his upcoming decision would make or break his world. Could he truly learn to live with Faylinn as his wife? Would she ever grow a personality, or would he be doomed to a life bound to a strict know-it-all queen? Would Reglaive's daughter ever forgive him? Would he be forced to live, always looking over his shoulder?

Upon waking, he found things were not as they had been. He was surrounded by a darkness, in which he could feel nothing. His senses seemed dulled, mundane even. The only thing in sight was a faceless inverted silhouette. Faceless except for that smile, that is. It was eerie, and for a moment that stretched on forever, it seemed the figure just sat there.

All at once, it began speaking. Zi said nothing. One does not speak out of turns to beings like this. Abarration, celestial, fiend, whatever this being was he did not know its power, or its origin. He did not know if he could defeat it if the being was angered by his otherwise sharp tongue and eagerness to interject.

Omni, he learned, was apparently a deity of his own reality... pompously named the Omniverse. He even had a magic material named after him. Omnilium. This thing really was as pompous as they come. Zi quickly tried to hide the thought. Omni could very well be both omnipotent and omniscient. All powerful and all knowing. There was no telling if this man-shaped being could see into his mind.

The sorcerer took care to remember all of this information. He stored it away for later assessment, when this being had said its peace and left. Later came sooner than he thought it would. The explanation of this world and Zi's reason to be in it was kept very brief. The silhouette was gone. Zi was left alone in a suddenly bright world, obscenely white with naught but an oddly placed fountain.

... What now?

Ziyadah stood up to take in his surroundings. Standing changed nothing, the vast world around him was seemingly empty, all except for this fountain. As the young man peered into the water, he saw only himself. His mocha skin and amber eyes, the goggles upon his brow and his dust mask were still present. He had fallen asleep with them on, as shown by his mess of hair and the wrinkles of his sleeveless shirt and belted pants. He looked rough.

He sat upon the edge of the fountain, slowly dipping his feet into the water. It felt comforting, like he used to do in the town square back in Yorheim Keep. The ripples distorted his reflection for a moment, but soon enough it was clear again. His reflection was oddly still. The longer he stared at himself, the more confused he became. "Nothing to say?"

His reflection mirrored his words without sound, just as any reflection does. It did not help his chaotic mind process the situation at hand. He could not even sort through the thoughts running through his own skull to pick one, they zoomed too fast, had too much momentum to pin down and deal with. He sat there for minutes, just staring at his reflection, silently asking for help.

"They won't find us here..." The words were not said by Zi - or at least the real Zi. His reflection slowly took on its own life. It blinked on its own, its lips formed words that passed between the liquid barrier. "They'll assume we died. Mom and Pa will be sad, but Meloth won't be stripped of title."

Zi frowned. Confused, he leans over to better look into his reflection. "Why do you think that?"

"Simple," the reflection said. "We just assassinated the king of a war-nation. Everyone knows it was us." Zi nodded, showing he understood that much.

"Assassination then? They'll think someone killed us? But there's no body."

The reflection held up a hand, showing it was empty. "There doesn't need to be one, if magic is involved. Meloth will assume it was a powerful sorcerer... Someone that could simply blip us out of existence. Maybe someone who could cast a Limited Wish spell." Zi straightened back up. His reflection was absolutely right, his Blood-Oath did not work interplanar, and since Zi did not cast the spell to travel between planes, the King would know he did not go intentionally.

"So... our parents get to stay nobles... but I don't have to be confined?" Wait... "I'm not... bound anymore... I'm.... I'm free? HAH!" He leaped from the fountain, his wet feet slapping on the white floor of the Nexus. Immediately, he stopped. "Well, what now? This place looks so... empty."

"Maybe it's just big."

It was a possibility. Zi squinted to look out into the distance. Sure enough after a moment, he discovers a little dot on what he would call the horizon. "Holy crap, is this... a room?"

"It would explain why there's no sun." That was also true.

"So we'll go see what's behind door number one. Thanks Ego."

"Wait," the reflection said. "You should wash up. Mother may not be here, but I will not have us parading around with drool on our face and an afro full of... is that a stick? How-- eh. You know what? I don't want to know. We want to make a good first impression, so please tame that bird's nest."

Zi snickered. "Who knew my logical side would be such a prat?"

"Your logical side is why you are almost a sex icon..." He had a point. Ego did make him put in the effort to look good and take pride in his appearance. "Hair, face, then run. Maybe we will find some hair gel in the nearest town. You have our mother's hair." Zi's mother was a dark skinned woman with a head full of tight curls. Her bedhead was absolute chaos in the mornings. Zi's hair was a spitting image.

Gaston walked through the gate he had found, and instantly a sense of falling overtook him. It immediately reminded him of when the beast threw him off of the castle, killing him, and began to panic. Had it been a dream, and he was now waking up? But as quickly as the sensation began it ended, with Gaston ending up in a strange area. There were buildings, taller than any Gaston had seen before, even taller than the beast's castle. And they weren't made of any familiar material, they were seemingly made of some kind of steel. Gaston looked around, an expression of awe on his face. But he quickly straightened his face, focusing on the task at hand. He needed to find Belle here. And he would, regardless of what anything here was. Suddenly, an idea hit his head. He felt an unmistakable round object piercing at his thigh, and reached down, pulling out the mirror that he had used to see the beast. The burly man looked at it, speaking clearly.
"Show me Belle!" And yet, it remained as a normal mirror. Irritated, Gaston repeated himself. "Show. Me. Belle." Again to no response. Looking around, he began to move forward, trying to see who was here. Nearby there was a group of young girls, one looking at a small box in which the reflection of a man was seemingly falling off of a house. Perfect! 
"Excuse me!" Gaston greeted the girls. One looked at him, a look of disgust and slight fear mixed. "Where did you get that mirror?" He pointed at the box.
"Um... at the phone store?" 
"Where is this 'phone store?'" 
"Why do you expect me to know? Geez, go find it yourself!" Gaston was slightly taken aback by their rude reaction. They acted like that to him? Gaston! Shaking his head, he walked away, hoping to find this "phone store." The man then approached a nearby man, who appeared to be wearing a full-body metal armour. 
"Sir! Please, show me where the 'phone store' is!" The man didn't respond, and Gaston looked around him, seeing that he was... sleeping? There was nothing within the eye holes, and the mouth was open, but blank, as though his teeth and tongue were gone. Shaking his head in disbelief, he walked away from the man, looking at every building he could. Soon, what seemed like a miracle happened. He saw a large building, seemingly a shop, with a sign saying "phones" on the side. Running, Gaston came into the building and pulled his mirror back out. Immediately, the man went to the counter and smacked down the mirror. A woman behind the counter looked at him, confused. 
"What do you want?" she said, in a rude voice. Ignoring it, Gaston replied:
"Please, enchant this with the magic of those boxes!"
"You want me to make this thing a phone?"
"Yes, if that's what those boxes are!" The woman sighed, and took the mirror into the back of the building, speaking as she went in.
"Listen, this is gonna take a few hours. Wait here, or leave and come back. I don't give a shit. Just come back for it, and pay me." And so, Gaston waited. And waited. For quite a long time. And yet finally, she came out, handing the mirror to Gaston. 
"There. It's got the abilities of a phone. Now, that'll be 5000 credits." But by the time she had finished speaking, Gaston had already left, fiddling with the mirror as he walked down the road.

Reasoning: I just feel like I've been playing him inconsistently, and I'm no longer sure of where I had planned on taking him. I've been playing him too cautious as a character to be holding such lofty ambitions, and I feel like I haven't done him justice to the idea I had of him originally. 

That said, the concept I invented him with didn't really work either. He was a non-sadistic but still vengeful villain who was also a patient benevolent (sometimes) chaos god who disliked disorder. He was just too many things at once. He appeared in the webcomic I wrote him for as the surprise final boss, and most of the background and nuance I've given him has been for the sake of the Omniverse, in order to try and save him from being totally flat and confusing... and I'm kinda tired of it. I still like the character, but I no longer want to write as him.

Larfleeze seems right to me. I'll still get to play a villainous, arrogant, asshole with high ambitions, but have a lot more fun doing it, while not having to pretend he has some kind of deeper ulterior motives. Larfleeze is also a fun character in general, with some better defined issues to play with. 

just wanted to say the Confederacy of independent systems is awesome.
If anybody wants to discuss them or Star Wars in general I'm happy to do so.

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Previously Discussed Details:

Set-Up
-Desman Black & Ash the Storm Demon vs Aquamarine vs Revan Noctis vs Ebonywood Hellscythe 

Posting Order
-Ash, Aquamarine, Revan, Desman, Ebony

Post Count: 2
Word Limit: 1250

Judge
Jade Harley

I just wanted to say thanks to Adam. He's put in a lot of great work for dark data, as well as plenty of admin work, and worked to make the site really enjoyable even though he didn't have to. Let's show some appreciation for this awesome guy!