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Hideaki Yajima in Quick Questions II Wrote:A while ago I was asking a question about defending, and Adam told me that blocking attacks depended on both SPD & TEC, but mainly TEC.

I've been wondering, though, how exactly does that work? Because on the Stats page it says that someone with 5 TEC can 'reliably block most attacks from an unskilled fighter' which presumably means someone with a TEC of 1 ('neither terrible nor particularly skilled') or 0 ('really bad at fighting'). But does that only apply when their speed is equal? What if the unskilled fighter in question had 5 SPD and the person blocking had 0? Would they still be able to block most of the strikes despite being so much slower?

And would someone with 2 SPD and 3 TEC be better at landing their attacks than someone with 0 SPD and 4 TEC? In other words: does 2 SPD equal 1 TEC when it comes to bypassing defences? Or would you need more? Or less? Is it just a 1:1 ratio?

Because the way it's explained on the stats page makes it seem like TEC alone is responsible for moves, and SPD only matters when it comes to actual movement ... yet SPD also affects things like teleportation and form changing, which obviously implies otherwise. I'm just trying to work out how big an issue it would be to have sub-par SPD (or to fight someone with really high SPD, like Teal or Rin)?

Any possible ideas/etc IF I can *rubs neck*

Hmm...

Character name: Zalgo
Character source: Internet culture/mythology

Character history:

Zalgo is a being that could best be described as a "horror," a creature of utmost terror. He is known as "He Who Waits Behind the Wall" and the "Nezperdian Hivemind" in some circles. In this encarnation, he is akin to an eldritch abomination, some kind of psychopathic, hearthless beast with ambiguous intent.

This "Zalgo" came from his own "verse", as a parallel world to modern day internet, he slowly grew and became born alongside the internet meme. As the meme became popular and more widespread, so did his influence and power over his own "verse", eventually becoming the beast that he is today. Zalgo, as the being that he is, is quite detatched from the concepts of "personality", "intent", "purpose", etc. He just is, like a force of nature, designed to instill fear and ultimately, death to those that cross him. For no reason at all - Zalgo is ultimately vain and nihilistic. Things are just ruined and killed in his presence.

Suddenly, for some reason, this monster was pulled out of his "internet" verse, and cast to the Nexus. Not like "it" cared too much. It can't care. It just creeps. And destroys.

Physical Description: Extremely variable (amorphous shapeshifter), though most commonly associated with empty eye sockets and s̴̡̗͍̘̪̪̠̠̮͇̭̙͇͎̥͎͜ͅͅc̨͏̣̱̗r̸̸̶̛̻̟͔̞͚ͅa̴̶͈̭̺̯̪̤̱̬̤͚m̸̴̵̮͈̠̥̪̞͖͈͔̺b̡̨̳̙̫̞̤͓̣̭̳̦͍̭͍̗͈͕̞͝ĺ̩̱̪̖̳͙̞̞̭͈̼̠͙͔̀͞ͅȩ̧̯̼̤̱̞̫͔̀͘͞d̨̧̯̳̥̬͕̲̬̳̕͠ ̢̨̖͚͎̮̰̕ͅt̡̮̞̟̻̠̠͈̗̦̖̪͚̪̜̝̥͞ͅe̴͟͝҉͏̪͚̮̮x̶̷͟҉͙͙̘̺͍̹̰͉̳͚̝̬̞ţ̴̧̩̞̙̦̣̘̮͎̣̺̥̰̤͇͘͟.

"It" tends to default to the following appearance, about 2m tall:



Stats:
ATK: 0
DEF: 1
SPD: 4
TEC: 5

Starting Proficiencies:
1000 OM - Ranged Proficiency

Starting Powers:
Shapeshifting – 1400 OM

Starting Moves:


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Name: Hokori(Dust) Hoshi
Spent OM: 21,500

Proficiencies(1000): Physical Strength (1000)
Powers(9000/12000): Survival (2000), Foresight (1500), Master Enhanced Senses (2000), Burst Movement(800), Super Jump: Advance(500), Advanced Regeneration(2200)
Moves(1200): A Pup’s Claw (300). A Pup's Bite (300). Over-Powering Kiss(600)
Super Moves:
Transformations(4000): T1 Power-Up: Puppy(1000), T2 Power-Up: Wolf(1500), T2 Power-Up: Volk(1500),
Assists:
Items(300): Communicator(200), Mobile Dataverse Device(100)
Consumed OM(1000): Solider's Pills(x2), Medi-gel(x5), Viral Serum(x1).
-Used Items: Solider's Pill(x1), Medi-gel(x5)
Bases:
Unlocks(5000): Stat Increase I & II(3000), T2 Power Cap(2000),

Base Stats :: Puppy :: Wolf :: Volk
ATK: 6 :: 6 :: 8 :: 6
DEF: 2 :: 4 :: 6 :: 7
SPD: 2 :: 3 :: 6 :: 2
TEC: 2 :: 4 :: 2 :: 7

Demetri blinked, struggling to keep the grains sand out as the armored guards lifted him from under his arms. Pain shot through his body, the sand worsening his wounds as they stung, like daggers being twisted into his body. The thief stared out at the locals and his feet in front of him. His blood soaked leather boots parted the sand into elongated mounds, the blurred image of curious onlookers behind them.

A lone child squinted his eyes at the beaten man as he shielded his eyes from the dusty wind. After a tilt of his head, the small boy rushed to his father, the child's soft and short blonde hair flowing ever so slightly with the breeze, his tan skin shining in the bright sun like honey. His dry lips parted as he pointed to the guards and the thief, his voice joining the whispers and murmurs around him, become one unified tone to Demetri's ears. The father hushed the child, quickly ushering his son inside his home, giving hardly effort as he stared back with his own curiosity.

Demetri's grin never left his face. The thief was crippled and beaten, but not wholly defeated. Surely his defiance and distraction had given enough time for the furry little creature and his own secondary to escape the city. As long his client made it out, his mission was a success. On the other hand, he was now at the mercy of his recent enemies, and he still had his mission from Headmaster Nealaphh. Surprisingly, this did not phase the clever thief. Oh, how many times he had been dragged off just like this back home. The whole scene really helped him feel like he could fit in among all this chaos created by "the smiling one"; as if he would be able to make a name for himself.

The thief suddenly erupted in laughter. The guards raised their eyebrows, not at the act of laughing, no, they had dealt with plenty of crazy beggars before. This man was not giving a maniacal laugh, nor a menacing one. This was a pure laugh, one of comfort and innocence, like a child seeing an older sibling making a funny face, or like a giggle from someone who heard a clever joke. Was this man enjoying this? As if he was simply playing a game and chuckled at his own defeat? The guards shrugged it off before passing the gates where the thief had knocked two guards unconscious less than an hour before.

Demetri thought about his battle, remembering each moment and examining his strategy. Now that he was able to get real combat experience, he could improve his own tactics and pinpoint is own weaknesses. Although, he was fast with his swordbreaker and his chains, they weren't enough for him to win. His chains were weak against other attacks, just the arrow from the mage alone tore through them in their entirety. His swordbreaker was weak as well, easily used to deflect attacks but easy to break with stronger weapons. He needed more than that.

Ideas flowed through the rogue's mind as he was brought to a medical room, New Babylon's doctors quickly coming in and doing what they can to prevent the man on their table from bleeding to death. They started by stripping the man of his shredded leather armor, revealing his open and bleeding wounds. After tending to his legs and body, they began to try to asses his arms, but metal from his chain devices still clung to his flesh. One of the doctors reached for the steel, only to immediately find his patients hand on his own.

"No touching the metal."

The doctor hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, his breathing having increased slightly, fearing that the patient would turn on him, before the grip on his hand loosened, the patient returning his hand to his side. The doctors and nurses then strapped he patient down on the bed and left the room, having done that they could.

Demetri's arms began to glow, a sign that the thief was using Omnilium to heal is own wounds, willing them to close. He focused on his body, restricting his senses to only himself as he took a moment to completely assess his wounds and the care given to them.

His messy black hair was held down by a few strips of gauze, covering the migraine-inducing head wound he received while tumbling into the marketplace due to Sasuke's combo attack. His legs were wrapped in gauze, aiding the two wounds caused by Victor. A splint was attached to his right leg, apparently he suffered a fracture during his battle. Multiple bandages and stitches covered the rest of his body, but nothing seemed too serious.

After about half and hour, he had formed his base metal casings for his chain devices, having them serve as makeshift splints/casts.

Shortly after, some guards came in and released the thief from his shackled bed, only to place him in a separate set of shackles. The chained shackles somehow put Demetri at ease, as they led him into the hallway. As they walked down the halls, Demetri couldn't help but notice the abundance of framed pictures of a blonde haired man, in numerous poses and positions. Was this the so called King of New Babylon? Demetri felt that the man was a bit too self-absorbed.

After a long walk, Demetri was finally showed to his cell. He walked in and stared at the wall in front of him, as the door clattered shut behind him, the click of the lock following immediately after. Already, Demetri hated this cell. But it wasn't he damp, mossy floor beneath his feet, the horrid smell of decay and mold, or even the scattered decay of rodent feces on his bare bed. What bothered him was the giant framed portrait of the New Babylon King in front of him

With a bit of defiance still left in the thief, he took a few minutes to summon a small container of ink to deface the protective glass protecting the picture. His arm screamed with pin the entire time as he reached and scribbled against the squeaky glass, but Demetri was satisfied with the result.

He sat against the cold stone wall as he awaited whoever was to confront him on his actions. Most likely, it would be the champion of Dante's Abyss that had sent him flying into the marketplace. With a sigh, the thief closed his eyes as he rested from the fight.

I'm thinking about hunting Nealaphh for his bounty. I mean, bounties. Though whether it'll be banish or kill, I dunno. Anyone wanna come hunt the eldritch shadow-monster thingie?

Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson shuffled passed some tiny persons en route to his new seat. For some reason, the smaller member of the Rock n' Rock Connection decided to swap sides of the arena, which meant his largest supporter (both physically and metaphorically) had to relocate his seat to get the best starting vantage point.

"Beat it, Jabroni, this is the Rock's seat," the wrestler-turned-actor demanded as he 'gently' nudged someone from his seat. "Yours is over there now."

"On who's authority?" The little person asked.

The Rock lifted his eyebrow. "What was that? What's your name?"

"My na--"

"I DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!"

With that, the displaced man started on his journey to the other side of the Colosseum, leaving the Rock to settle into his new stone cold chair. In front of him, Strazio was within distance of a piece of popcorn, but when the Rock tossed it toward the smaller man, the buttered kernel smacked into whatever invisible hocus-pocus kept the fighters in their little area.

"Beat his candy ass, Rockwell." The Rock shouted, knowing by the twitch Strazio gave off that his tag-team partner had heard him.

In the battle zone, Strazio stood before the Coruscant flags, and his adversary waited in front of Diablo's demonic standard. There was a gong, and they were both off.

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The Space Marine felt at home with the assortment of bolters and various other tech that seemed derived from his own home verse, although the irony that he, a criminal by their standards, fought for the Empire in this metaphorical fight.

On the far end, Adam stood before Diablo's flag and the demon armaments. With a shrug, he turned and listened as the gong sounded. He'd got through the last one, he'd probably get through this one too.

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With a glance, Kopaka noted that he fought on the Coruscant side of the battlefield. Did that make him the hero or the villain?

On the other end, Courier Six paid a short glimpse to the demonic weapons before waiting for the sound of the gong.

When it was struck, the two warriors were off.

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