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Re: Day 1 Evening - Okor - 02-10-2016
The rotting revenant lumbered through the lumber, towering trees rising into the sky, their bark-clad girth obscuring the rapidly dimming atmosphere. Through minute gaps in the canopy were pinpricks of distant light, blazing stars peering through the oppressive foliage to illuminate the seemingly deserted forest floor.
A thousand stars, each with a world to conquer-
No. In reality, each star was a burning orb of fire, around which orbited hunks of rock. Some of them might have life, some possessed of stones and metals worth killing over, and others just happened to be convenient. They were all part of the intricate dance of life, a beautiful motion through space and time, destined to end.
This was not reality.
Those distant dots of light were no more than that, simple candles set in place far above the surface, a damnable farce, a mockery of all that was alive. Fingers worn to the bone twitched in their cages of steel, the biological imperative for combat bred into every fibre of his being baying to be heard. He was here to kill, was he not? Every slight, every subtle insult, every Victor Gods-Damned Wolfe he had been forced to suffer through itched to be repaid. ‘Verses would burn for The Smiling One’s arrogance. They would burn.
His building resentment was interrupted by a warped mixture of a neigh and a roar, the unsettling sound piercing the small clearing he had entered, shaking the ferns adorning the previously idyllic scene, droplets of water cascading from emerald fans. A beast stood atop a marble outcropping, bloodstained hooves meeting sulphur-yellow hide in a blend of colours no sane man would ever allow to occur in a horse. Even calling it a horse would be charitable. Crimson-splattered hooves were lengthened into curled claws, rending talons complementing the hungering fangs set into an elongated face. Black, soulless eyes gazed out from him, a hunger replacing the nobility one might expect to see in such a creature. With a flick of its whip-like tail, the beast lunged forward, its maw slavering for the taste of flesh, flecks of red foam apparent in its ravenous jaws.
A ferrous-fortified fist careened into the side of its skull, the enhanced punch cracking bone as it dissuaded the beast from its charge, an unnaturally lithe body tumbling through the meadow. Okor clashed his weaponized knuckles together, the familiar and comforting ring of steel on steel steadying him as the abomination rose to its feet.
He needed this. Just a little bit of violence, just this singular hit of brutality to keep him afloat.
The beast surged forth once more, springing from its prone position into a savage leap, its serrated fangs clamping down on a raised vambrace, yellowed teeth cracking as they bit into the rusted alloy of chitin and ceramite. Was that a spark of fear blossoming in the ebon abyss of its eyes? If not, then he would put it there. A fist crashed into its throat, the structure of its windpipe collapsing under the force of the blow, its teeth locked into place around his gauntlet as hammering strikes rained down on it, bones cracking under the Plague Marine’s might. Talons scratched against him, flaying dead skin from hardened bones, scratching against armour that had endured the predations of a universe for millennia.
With a howl of rage, Okor’s hands dug into its flesh, biting deep under its battered skin, clinging to any handhold he could reach. Grunting in effort, he began to lift the massive beast, its struggles slowly ceasing as it suffocated, his singular eye set upon the marble altar upon which it thought to consume him. The creature flew through the air, colliding against the unyielding rock, bones shattering upon impact, ending the struggle against entropy it has foolishly begun. He looked down upon the broken remnants of his attacker. Perhaps another warrior would have panted with exhaustion, but Okor breathed largely out of habit, by this point in his ‘life’.
His abdomen jaws gnashed together with hunger. They were bound by the magic of this place, lashed together by the invisible strands of fate. He was always hungry, never truly sated. Emaciated claws gingerly removed his helmet, the rusted contraption tearing away patches of skin from his leprous visage as it left. Twisted hands reached out towards the carcass, eagerly seeking the life-sustaining meat he craved. Slime as dark as the nights on the sunless world of Nostramo seeped from his maw, a grin breaking across his mummified face as he began his feast.
Survival. At any cost.
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
Guardian fight
Link, Erik Vrell Vs Cenobia
Link, Erik Vrell Vs Cenobia
The guardian's wounds combined with the last taunting gesture from Erik made the beast furious, and charged him once more. With a speed burst it came at Erik even faster than before, catching the psychic by surprise. The boar like creature collided with its victim and threw Erik a few meters right into one of the pillars of the ruins before falling to the moss covered ground letting out a cry of agony.
The young hero of time immediately came to his allies aid. Firing his metallic gauntlets once more to get his attention, and it's attention he got. The enraged creature turned to the blonde fighter and set charge once more. Link used the combination of the slippery, moss covered stones and the thrusting power of his gauntlets to stay ahead of the charging guardian. Up ahead he saw another pillar and the opportunity to make a U turn around it. With high speed he shifted his weight to make the turn, but the guardian was no fool, forcing it's might body through the pillar and towards Link behind it. The force of the charge forced link through an old, half standing wall.
Link got up slowly and turned his sight towards Erik who was holding his right shoulder, "You alright?!" Link yelled.
Erik scoffed and replied, " I've been better."
" Let's get this bastard, you got one more in you?"
Erik simply nodded with pain written all over his face. "Alright let's do this!" Link screamed from the top of his lungs, drawing the attention of the beast once more. Dashing through the ruins, dodging debrief everywhere, Link made its way towards his ally, who in turn was preparing one of his signature moves, summoning a bow made out of pure energy. Link turned his head and saw the beast a mere 2 meters behind him, he couldn't wait any longer, "Do it now !!" The Hylian warrior fired his gauntlets towards the floor and send him flying upwards, clearing the path for Eric's attack that came soaring through the sky. The arrow found its way through the armor of the beast as it bellowed loudly and slowed down. The airborne prime witnessed the beast taking Erik's attack head-on and decided to finish it.
Reaching the top of his upwards motion he slowly turned 180 degrees. Summoning his own mighty megaton hammer."Alright you foul creature, Take this!" Crashing down with all of his might he forced the hammer down upon the guardian's head, who in turn came to a complete stop, filling the area with a painful roar.
Link landed safely near the beast, thinking he was safe. The guardian responded one last time by turning around and kicking the swordless swordsman in the chest. The body of link flew back towards Erik who stopped his comrade by letting him involuntarily smash into him.
Cenobia turned around and slowly made its way back, deeper into the ruins. The beast was hurt but not defeated.
The two champions were catching their breath, both exhausted by the dangerous fight. Erik held his shoulder once more, noticing it was dislocated. Link looked at his ally with a soft smile, " you ready for round 2 ?"
Quote: [spoiler]Link : 6 Damage, his back is hurting pretty bad. The combination of the kick and impact through the wall messed and bruised up his back pretty bad.
Erik : 8 Damage, His shoulder is dislocated, he is able to pop it back in but the pain won't disappear overnight.
Erik used T1 Supermove "Great Psy Bow" -1 SP
Link used T1 Supermove" Megaton Smash" -1 SP
Stick of Truth rolled a 93- No effect
Cenobia : 6 damage[/spoiler]
Re: Day 1 Evening - Ururu Kyuuei - 02-10-2016
Ururu was loath to do what she had done, which was turn away from a potential historical find. But something in her gut told her that the city was dangerous. Or maybe the feeling she was being watched. Either way the rumbling from that east didn’t help her paranoia either. It was too localized in feeling and too violent. Not like a real earthquake, those she was used to. Even in her day she could make those.
This had the feeling like everything else, oppressively false.
Exploring the various buildings on the outskirts of the city hadn’t yielded anything of note to the mission other than a feeling of something otherworldly. Before she left though there was one place she had her eye on for a while now coming back. What she could was that it had been a ranch and the grasslands area around her certainly would have made it a profitable venture. The proximity to the coast would meant the sea water would be filtered enough to keep the grass, especially if adapted for such, from ever growing dry.
“Profitable indeed”, Ururu said in a low tone even as her footsteps drowned out her words.
As the sun dipped into the horizon Ururu approached the manor. Here was where she had high hopes, nobility had access to books and other resources, and given what she had seen this was a preindustrial society such things would be an extreme rarity to those outside the well-endowed.
Unusually the building looked well maintained; a strong stone foundation (granite maybe) with marble inlays and a stained wood that she didn’t recognize, its design seemed more modern though the accents were completely foreign like everything else. The closest she could put it was possibly similar (and even that was a stretch) Iwagakure, though those had been old pictures from before the peace had been broken.
As with everything else there was no sign of human habitation in recent years, even here nature was taking its vengeance out on humanity’s laughable attempts at taming it. That left her no compunctions about invading the domicile through the front door without even so much a knock or proper announcement/apology of her presence. The collected clay dust on what she guessed was the front porch or the equivalent such was the first major give away that no one had gone through it in some time.
With little effort she mounted the entry way and pushed passed the threshold. The door resisted for a short moment before she could feel whatever timber crossbeam blocking her give way from its rotted out state. Experience being what it was that feel was definitely an old hard wood of some kind. It was the smell that brought back memories, musk of mold and minor decay, not strong. Otherwise it wouldn’t have boded well for her search for tomes of any kind.
Ururu entered with barely a rustle of her duster, the floor boards making more sound than it. But what interested her most was the sights. Light barely streamed in though her eyes were trained against such. Humans were visual beings and these frescos on the inner walls definitely had a dated look but in some ways surpassed her own world. This was of a people who had developed a culture with an appreciate of the arts.
A brief smile lit her face. At the very least her abduction could secure her and Hikaru some reading materials.
Hikaru…
Ururu’s eyes watered and any joy of exploration evaporated instantly. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t explore but she had to keep her eye on what was the matter of the entire operation.
Not bothering to linger, she moved on from what looked to be the lounge. Her head darting in each of the rooms while her mind recorded everything it could, a skill that every ninja needed but few ever mastered. Rooms passed by her sight at a pace, the large building showing various states of disrepair, what appeared to be house’s heirs room yielded what she had come here for.
In short order she found what she was looking for. A leather pack, dusty but functional even if it was slightly larger than someone her size should have been able to use. It had a militaristic feel to it with markings on the side that seemed to denote a rank of some sort? But more importantly it had space and a bedroll at the bottom.
Perfect.
With that settled Ururu moved on to a more important task. Knowledge. The master study, every building of this size and notable wealth had one. The frescos were much like the wall scrolls her people used to display artwork. Unfortunate in this case that they couldn’t be removed, as they were painted directly onto the wall.
Three more rooms were searched quickly and abandoned, a younger child’s room. Mostly toys. A servant’s room followed it, wet nurse maybe which went with the nursery she had found subsequently. Nothing. The fourth however was what she had come here for.
Maps of every sort were suddenly blazing into view on the far war. Below them a scribe’s desk which had a layer of dust nearly an inch thick. What was on either side of it was what she was looking for. Books. Some thick, some thin, all covered in leather, but better yet was the smell. The crisp taste of stale dry air as the last rays of light cut in as evening fell on the island.
This room had been positioned here specifically to take advantage of that fact. The heat keeping water at bay and allowing ink to dry faster, while simultaneously hiding the books from direct exposure due to carefully prepared angles in the room’s layout. Brilliant Ururu though wryly that her hopes would be pinned on a house design by a kindred spirit.
However she was out of time, she didn’t know this island or its ecology, what came out a night or anything else. Worse was she couldn’t call it a night either. Time was of the essence. Rushing a discovery of this magnitude was… sacrilegious… but if she didn’t do it now, who would and what might she lose.
With a hurried eye, Ururu began moving and sometimes leaping between sections of each bookcase grabbing any book that looked particularly notable or of an interesting subject and shoving it as gently as she could into the pack she wore. Sage help her that something might help her know about future threats she faced or how to save her family. It was only by his Grace and that Balance that she could even understand the words written here.
Just as she was about to leave, laden by books though she was, she stopped by the wall of maps and stole what looked to be a world map. Though none appeared to of the island, with any luck this would lend context to her cache.
And with that Ururu fled, heading back the way she came and out the door just as darkness became the ruler of her life.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Jak Mar - 02-10-2016
Quote:Before Face to Face
Quote: Jak’s insatiable thirst for meat drove the demon inside him more rowdy than usual. His eyes peeled across the tree line in search for any living movement. He settled his eyes on a small herd of beasts off in the distance.
“It's about time you fool.” the demon inside him snickered at Jak as it wrestled him inside his subconscious.
Approaching closer the green, blonde haired hero heard outrageous cries and yells and noticed a girl surrounded by a pack of wild billy goats.
The hero inside Jak rushed to aid the poor girl but was overtaken by the furious force of deadly hooves and horns. Perhaps it was the pain of starvation overtaking the poor hero or the pain of being attacked by the creatures that drove the demon to be more active than Jak would have liked.
“This is your fault you stupid girl! Once I get through this mess I am going to kill you!” Jak snarled viciously as his body was carried away by the fury herd.
Orihime was already having a rough time dealing with the assault of the cute and vicious wildebeests. When suddenly the man that she had seen inside the temple appeared behind her in the same horrible predicament of fur and horns. She had enough of all of this and now this man was planning on assaulting her as well.
As the herd brought them down to the bottom of the hill, then the man fell out in front of the group and to the feet of two other strangers.
The goats were not going to stop with the relentless attacks forcing Orihime to take action. Reaching for her sword she swiftly released it, the ribbons of fabric unraveling decoratively. The blade crackled and exploded in an azure aurora, that whizzed like lighting. This sent the reputedly smelly creatures packing, running towards the tree line.
Quote:After Face to Face
The voice in Jak's head didn't make things any better as he finally decided enough was enough. The animals? They could be innocent but he had to eat, his stomach started to growl as he noticed a peaceful, innocent goat just sitting there eating grass. Jak could feel rough, sharp fingernails grow out of his fingers and he held the pair of weapons given to him. The goat right now could be almost as cute as coming out of a disney movie for all he cared. At least the man or was it the fiend inside him stabbing the claws inside the goat's stomach almost literally. As the goat fell down, the man- beast put it out of it's misery. That's what Jak would of wanted, right?
"Jak.... Feed me... feed us... Please..."
The look of hunger in Jak's eyes far overpowered the fact that he was bleeding from his chest. The man began cutting the beast into pieces and feeding himself as the beast took the time to clean his fingernails of the blood. At least Jak and the beast was full, onto the next things...
"Pathetic..."
You call yourself a [i]hero, Jak? You decided to fight me, I could of saved your ass out there. Instead you let your rival get the best of you, try to rip your ego to shreds in front of New Babylon... of all people. All because of your friend..."
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Jak didn't wait to argue as he ripped off a piece of his bottom to cover the bleeding coming from his back AND front.
Jak growled "Don't threaten dax, remember that?"
Jak was about to keep moving when a strange light was hidden on the ground, something oddly...familiar.
Eco..
What was eco doing here of all things? He worried as he slowly placed his hand into the light to see if anything could stop the hurt coming from the eco warrior's body.
Survival...
Survival is key
Jak, stay awake!
Perhaps Jak's innocence wasn't completely lost on the island that evening...
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
FACE TO FACE
Koren Vs Ryner Lute
Koren Vs Ryner Lute
The proud man, Koren, travelled in search for the guardians the strange spirit told him about. A noble quest for a noble man. He held the gift the spirit left him close to him as he walked the fields towards the large tree in front of him. Something was telling him to go there, a gut feeling that's where he could achieve a part of this noble quest.
Ryner stood in front of a large tree finishing the last of his fruit when he heard someone approaching. Casually Ryner looked past the tree, where he saw a man in metal armor approaching. "Oh man, and here I was hoping to get some peace and quiet time for myself, not really in the mood for company." He mumbled to himself. "Hey you there! What brings you to my tree ?"
Koren approached him, walking a bit clumsy as it would appear, "Greetings, stranger, i am on a quest for the spirit Teuser. I was convinced a beautiful area like this would surely hold a clue to wherever these guardians might reside." Ryner didn't quite understand what kind of medieval clown this was but he was already boring him, "Sorry, no guardian here you should search somewhere else." The Alpha Stigma sighed towards the knight. His words were spoken calm yet inside he felt the demon stirring again.
'Kill, destroy, maim, burn, kill, Kill him now.' Ryner's facial expression showed something was clearly wrong as he was fighting to hold the demon inside him back.
"Sir, are you alright ?" The knight like person stepped closer to check up on the man.
For a split second Ryner's tongue slipped, "KILL THE MAN." Afterwards he shook his head, pressing his hands against his head and dropping on his knees, one of his hands was holding a weapon Koren had never seen before, and he was not about to take a chance. Keeping his guard up he approached the troubled man who was clearly struggling with something. Only being able to hear him mumble to himself, not quite hearing what he was saying he inched closer, keeping his gift from Teuser at the ready.
Ryner was having trouble keeping his dark secret suppressed and kept telling himself he was in control, not the demon, he was in control, not the demon. The brave adventurer was now only half a meter away, and still couldn't understand a word he was mumbling, until suddenly another little outburst happened. "KILL,-" Ryner suddenly shouted once more, to which Koren reflexes kicked in and smacked Ryner over the head with his gift, dropping the Alpha stigma to the ground, a small trail of blood finding its way over his face.
Quickly Ryner got up again, "What the hell man ?! What was that for?" Koren couldn't make heads or tails of the schizophrenic and kept his guard up. "You sir, need help,.. Badly."
"I need help? I don't go running around hitting people in the face with wood !" Ryner aimed his own weapon towards the armored man. "You better go, now." But Koren wasn't about to give up so easily,as a man of honor he had to help him " Look sir, i can assist you." And the noble man moved towards Ryner once more.
"I don't need assistance, just piss off man."He spoke while he kept his weapon aimed at the wood wielding stranger. But it was too late, the demon had one last trick up his sleeve, "DIE!" And with that one word Ryner scared himself and squeezed the trigger, sending a red orb flying towards Koren. The orb found its way into knight's face after which it bounced down into his armor. "Ow crap."Ryner spoke with his eyes filled with disbelieve.
Within Koren's armor his clothes started to catch fire. The man, who hadn't experienced pain like this before started to panic, screaming in pain and waving his weapon around without thinking, hitting the Alpha stigma once more, he started running off in sheer panic. Ryner watched as the smoke was coming out of the fleeing man's armor.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean....I wasn't." Ryner shouted towards the stranger. "Man, this whole thing has been troublesome. I wish I was home." Ryner sat down and wiped the blood off of his forehead.
Quote: [spoiler]Ryner : 3 Damage and a head wound.
Koren : 8 Damage and Burn wounds on his torso and on his chin.[/spoiler]
Re: Day 1 Evening - Schwi Dola - 02-10-2016
[spoiler]Morning[/spoiler]
The path led on and on. It seemed like Desco had been walking on it forever. However this was more in her head than reality. It had only been a half hour since Desco started down the road. She was at heart a social creature. While the little final boss handled exile in a sealed chamber well enough by essentially shutting down her mind and body, she was now active. Desco did not deal with loneliness so well.
As she fidgeted and moved down the weed infested dirt road she spotted a squirrel. It came down from a tree and was scrounging around in the thick grasses looking up every little bit to look at the demon girl. "Hello Mr. Squirrel. Desco is here all alone too. Have you seen Ururu?" The squirrel hopped to another spot to investigate. "Maybe you've seen a relic or a place that looks like it would have one? Like a creepy dungeon?" Desco didn't really expect to get a response. Though, she would not have been surprised if it had talked. Desco inched closer but the squirrel saw the approach and darted off climbing the tree and up to safety.
Desco sighed and started to walk down the dirt road again. Before she got too far away she stretched out a tentacle and ripped off a branch from the tree. She used her tentacle's sharp teeth to shave off the smaller branches with leaves attached leaving her with a single shaft walking stick. Desco didn't need it to walk though, she waved it around a bit instead. Then she started drawing in the soft earth ahead of her. Desco drew shapes and japanese words into the ground. Then faces of people she knew saying things. Most of it was nonsense. Some were crude pictures of herself, Big Sis, and/or Guu with speech bubbles of words she remembered having said or they said. Guu's faces were always
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, that same emotionless expression she usually had. Desco was one of the few that has seen her 'social face' in the past. But she knew that Guu forced that expression, it didn't feel as Guuy as this one.At some unknown amount of time later Desco was just dragging the stick along and realized she was getting hungry. The trees were thicker on one side of the road now turning into woods and she could see a bridge up ahead. She heard the spirit's voice, a warning about flooding, and someone already found a guardian! Desco had more immediate concerns. "Where does Desco get food Spirit?" Desco spoke to the sky. No reply came.
She continued on to the bridge. It wasn't a large bridge and had no railing to speak of. It spanned only 15 feet across. However it was evident that the creek below the bridge was way over its normal capacity. its waters ran quickly towards and into the forest. Was this a part of the flooding or something else? Desco knelt down and peered over the edge of the bridge. She was curious and still hungry. There were lots of fish flowing down with the rushing waters. Some seemingly caught more than swimming down. Desco didn't know how to fish. Mr. Valzy talked about it a lot, but those were sardines in the ocean. Fishing boats caught them en masse with giants nets. Desco had a stick with no string and definitely no nets.
"Desco wants fish..." Desco stared out at the water for some time. Then she realized that in TV shows they often caught fish bare handed and with sharp sticks by stabbing them! Desco could try that, if it worked on TV why wouldn't it work in real life? So she stretched out her tentacle holding the stick down into the water. While the current was strong Desco was stronger and her body was designed for aquatic environments. Submersible was her middle name. This made it easy for her tentacle to slip into and through the water for the attack. However, when Desco tried she didn't manage to make any hits.
Desco frowned and concentrated harder, but the stick broke in half as it struck and rock. She let it go. Frustrated now, she tossed three more tentacles into the water. However her eyes to tentacles coordination was not getting her any fish. Desco didn't realize she was not compensating for the refraction of light. When she just about gave up she let instinct take over and instantly each tentacle stabbed into a fish. "Yay Desco did it!" Desco stood back up bringing her tentacles back and jumped backwards onto her suddenly growing tail excited at her victory.
The next problem was how to cook these things. Since she was already taking cues from TV that meant cooking them the way TV did. She needed to shove them onto sticks and the sticks into the ground to hold them against a fire. So Desco walked up to one of the trees across the bridge. Her tentacles that weren't holding fish quickly ripped off small branches to build the start of a campfire as well as putting all the fish on sticks next to the campfire waiting to be roasted. She then tried to make fire. Desco had none of her small magic anymore and using a Super magic would be a waste and probably not leave a fire behind so she went back to TV and tried rubbing two sticks together.
After many attempts including striking rocks and other methods, Desco grew frustrated and threw her hands up into the air. "Desco can't make fire without magic! Desco will just have to eat them raw. People eat Sashimi and that is raw fish right? Big Bro eats raw sardines all the time..." They looked fishy... but she started eating them. It didn't taste very good to it like this. "Ugh.." However with her demonic strength and razor sharp fangs she easily tore through flesh and bone on the fish. Careful about the bone so as to not bite down on one the wrong way and getting hurt. She was hungry so it didn't take long before all four were gone.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Enzo Matrix - 02-10-2016
Wait a nano.
Matrix stopped and looked left, then he looked right. The sprite even looked up, then down for good measure. This section of the forest appeared well traveled. The trail was beaten down, there was an absence of spiderwebs across his path, and he hadn't walked up on a single unsuspecting animal. Normally, those were all fairly strong indicators that multiple people had used this route in a short time. This situation was different, and Matrix knew the reason why.
He walked over to a large tree just off the beaten path, and clenched his fist. The bark was splintered and two large dents pierced into the trunk. It was very unnatural looking, but it was no mystery. He'd already punched this exact tree twice, already, both times in a fury over having lost his way. The only person journeying down this trail was himself, over and over again.
And here he was for a third time. No matter what route he took, he somehow kept wandering back down this same trail. He had never realized how much he depended on his tracking and mapping software in his cybernetic eye until it was gone. Matrix didn't even remember turning around, yet it was blindingly obvious it had happened several times, already.
Despite all the various realities he'd experienced, and the battlefields across countless settings, he was really being beaten by the lack of a compass. Every other member of this adventuring party had been spread all over the place, presumably actually accomplishing something. He'd also been given several warning by the Spirit itself about various circumstances, been quickly began to dismiss them based on the fact that he wouldn't know how to find or escape any of these dangers in any sort of reasonable time.
Losing was never an option to him. It couldn't be, not when lives and systems depended on success in a scenario just like this. He had pushed aside the weak child he once was and grew into a hardened warrior. Now, though, it felt just like the old days he swore were behind him. For all intents and purposes, this was a game, but instead of battling for the objective, Matrix couldn't even find it.
The situation made his blood boil, and he tightened his fists in rage. A primal growl escaped his lips and escalated into a brief shout of fury. Unable to restrain himself, Matrix delivered a powerful punch to the same poor tree. Bark shot in every direction as he connected with the trunk and created a third marking to match the previous ones.
Having vented his frustration physically once again, Matrix calmed himself with several deep breaths. He shook his head and marched himself down the trail again. The sun was beginning to set, and he had to keep trying to find something, anything new. There certainly weren't any relics on this path, but worst case, after one or two more passes there would be plenty of firewood.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Proto Man - 02-10-2016
Quote:Before Jupiter
For some reason, it felt as if the progression of time here was different from the rest of the Omniverse. Every step the robot took seemed to tax his systems a little more than the last one—had his power supply been compromised?
Something was wrong with the world.
After some time, he started to feel a great discomfort in his stomach. In time, the sensation was like someone reaching through his skin and twisting up his insides. That ache accompanied him and never seemed to abate. With his system management app offline, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of the malady. As the pain continued, he even began to experience pangs of vertigo. How would he be able to function if his gyroscopic stabilizers failed on him?
As the shores of the island started to recede into the horizon behind him, Proto Man found the open fields giving way to forests and hills. Somewhere in the distance, he spotted a collection of mountains jutting up toward the horizon. Where was he heading? North? South? Without the needle in the upper left of his internal display, he was left playing a guessing game. During his days wandering the central United States, he’d picked up a few tricks, but those were related to tracking stars and constellations.
When was the last time he’d even seen a star? The Ashen Steppes and Pale Moors were almost permantely overcast, and he’d never had a chance in the Tangled Green to try and worm his way up through the canopy to try and see if the blackness above twinkled at night with the light of far-away balls of hydrogen and helium gasses.
Would he ever see a star again?
Since his arrival in the Omniverse, Proto Man had never really stopped to ponder mortality. He knew that primes returned to life upon their demise, and he knew that was the case from watching Dante’s Abyss. Even so, he had never wanted to test that theory on himself.
Now that he was in this new verse, he felt a greater weakness than he’d ever known, dating back even before the Omniverse. Only those last, painful weeks before his collapse outside of Monsteropolis had tested his resolve more than a few hours on this strange island. If his systems could be compromised, there was reason for him to believe this could very well be the end. Who’s to say his power supply wouldn’t fail him in this environment?
Is this how humans feel all their lives?
The thought caused him a great deal of unease… and not the vague sensation he felt when he stared at a horde of charging darkspawn. The knots in his tummy twisted, and for a brief moment, he actually felt a warm acidity in the back of his throat. Try as he could to deny the fact, he knew that something was wrong with his body on what had to be a molecular level. Something or someone—this ‘Warlock,’ perhaps?—had tampered with him in such a way to make him more vulnerable than he’d ever been.
The machine had sweat and bled before, but those had been environmental responses. His organic layer sweat when directly exposed to extreme temperatures, and that same synthetic tissue bled to simulate a degree of humanity.
What Proto Man felt as he wandered further into the interior of the island was anything but synthetic.
He felt… human.
Quote:After Jupiter
Spatters of red stained the machine’s palm. In the wake of the confrontation, he’d removed the material around his hand to expose the organic layer underneath. Designed to emulate human beings, he had organic hands underneath the spandex-like suit. The stark contrast his pale skin against the slowly drying scarlet splotches unnerved him just as much as the man who had rushed him with the knife.
Normally, he would wash the fluid off and carry on with his life. Time and the natural accumulation of omnilium would have mended the surface wounds. Now that he was starting to understand the gravity of the warlock’s magic, the sight of his blood elicited vastly different emotions.
How much of this can I lose?
Would he bleed to death?
The wound already felt stick when he touched it—was that good? Or was it indicative of some worse symptom taking root?
What if he had blood poisoning? Had that man’s weapon been rusty? Didn’t that cause a disease too?
If he was in the Omniverse, his operating system would have plucked the answers from the Dataverse in a few nanoseconds. Deprived of that vital connection to the world at large, he could only make uneducated guesses. He tried to recall memories of his life before the Omniverse, when he’d made due on the streets of big cities or by wandering the countryside. Those memories were blurred beyond recognition, much like any computer data stored on a faulty hard drive.
His hands were gooey. The blood had grown dark and sticky, much like the wound itself.
Natural. Has to be natural. The boy assured himself as he dropped down and tried to wipe his hands clean on the grass beneath his boots. While he couldn’t remove most of it, he cleared away enough that his hands didn’t stick anymore when he made a tight fist.
Despite the injury and the loss of blood, he didn’t feel a great deal of pain from the shoulder. That made him believe that, with any luck, the magic of the warlock hadn’t completely nullified what made him ‘the Proto Man.’
Re: Day 1 Evening - Schwi Dola - 02-10-2016
"Ururu would know how to start a fire. Desco hopes she finds her soon..." They had not actually agreed to partner up before being whisked away to the field but Desco didn't want to be alone out here. Her ninja skills would help a lot! Surely she could have speared a dozen fish with kunai in no time flat. Desco wasn't necessarily against fighting her either, as they were going to be rivals in the end anyway. But that could wait until they are at the end.
Time marches on and so must Desco. Spirit guy warned Desco of magic at the temple, but Desco was not at the temple so it didn't matter to her! The dirt road continued but after a little while the path split. Well, not quite split but another path appeared leading in another direction. It was much more overgrown than the road she was on, maybe it led somewhere? Dungeons were always supposed to be off the beaten path protected by puzzles which you needed artifacts to get past. Otherwise people would find them besides the chosen hero. Or perhaps they were avoided because of the regular monsters that are set to populate the outside. One day Desco would have to decide how to protect her own dungeon. Since there were no monsters, this must but a path leading to a puzzle!
It was good enough for the final boss to investigate. She could always retrace her steps later. On the rougher trail Desco could feel the ground more in her tentacles. Now that she was getting used to Yogsothoth being grounded she Desco was mindful of where she stepped to avoid the minor scrapes from sharp rocks and throny plants. She might be a final boss but she didn't have regeneration or healing magic, DA-like verse or otherwise. That was something the Omniverse hadn't allowed to regain yet.
Desco wandered down the new path away from the forest next to the road. Before long it turned and turned again. While lightly tree'd, the area's hills and trees made it difficult to see too far ahead even as she climbed a hill the path led up and then back down. Eventually it brought her to.... a Walnut Tree! It probably fed the squirrels close to the area. "Desco is lucky!" Forgetting for the moment that this could be a part of the puzzle of this path Desco jumped back on her tail in excitement then started to gather many nuts from up above in the tree. The ones on the ground may have gone bad so the ones up high still were best.
The final boss investigated the area after collecting her bounty, but nothing odd seemed to sparkle in, on, or near the tree. The path still continued past the tree so Desco hopped along once more with walnuts gathered in Yogsothoth's tentacles. Desco started to try to eat the walnuts. First she tried using the ground to crack them open but the dirt was too soft in this area to be of much use. Then she tried crushing them with her fist, tentacles, and a rock but each attempt also broke to pieces the nutmeat inside. She fished out the bigger chunks of those but wanted a clean way to break them apart.
She thought about using the teeth in her tentacles, but that reminded her of the all but forgotten toy she was given. She pulled it back out and examined it. She was just going to whack them with it but it seemed to have a fine sharp edge so Desco tried to use that. With a little effort it cut straight down the middle of the walnut leaving two halves read y to eat. "Success!" Well at least this was useful for something! Maybe it could be useful in combat too.
The path continued on but with yet more turns going back and forth eventually leading right back to where she had started, that dirt road. Or as much as it was where she started. "Well that was anti-climatic! Desco isn't going to find anything if she keeps following paths like that." Desco started walking down the road again. She did not think twice about whether she was still moving in the same direction again or had turned around on the road. The forest was on that side right?
After some time Desco noticed the sun managed to peak out from the cloud cover for the moment. Then was swallowed up again. It seemed like it had gotten through the sky from earlier but Desco couldn't tell which was she was facing and what way it started. Was it evening now? Either way, the final boss was getting bored again. Desco would have to find something to entertain herself... then she noticed a figure in the distance up ahead. An enemy! Had Desco come at last to what she was hoping to find? She charged forward, not that she could charge very quickly. Final Bosses do not move very quickly. As she got closer the figure became more familiar than stranger. There she was! "Ururu! Desco didn't expect to see you again so soon!"
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
PHASE 2
"Heroes! The flooding has ceased and the lightning has just kicked in. I sense something beneath the ground churning however! It must be more Warlock Magic! I do expect an Earthquake soon around the Devil's Tear! Please run away from there! You're quest is almost done and you will be amply rewarded!"
The Spirit sat down and felt an uneasiness of power...he felt a pull of strong aura that he hadn't felt in ages. It was coming. Not now. But soon.
Quote: The flood has disappeared and claimed no life.
The upper left corner has disappeared forever.
The Storm is now taking place for the rest of this phase.
An Earthquake will be taking place from G5-J5 and above in the next phase.
Earthquakes effect- Deals Moderate Damage and causes you to lose all actions for the phase after the Earthquake
Re: Day 1 Evening - Link - 02-10-2016
Link dragged Erik to his feet, draping his injured companions arm over his shoulder for support. “We should get out of here.. took quite the beating, huh?” Link spoke calmly, “We’ll set your arm back when we find a decent place to stop.”
The green-garbed fighter dragged his partner alongside him until they were clear out of sight of the ruins from which the beast erupted. He sat Erik down, his back leant against a rock to keep him steady. “M’going to apologise in advance for this. It’s going to hurt..” Link smiled as reassuringly as he possibly could for the briefest of moments before turning to the Psychic’s damaged arm. He took a hold of his bicep and wrist and with a firm, forceful shove, pushed the dislocated shoulder back into place, with an all too stomach jarring crunch.
“Don’t go anywhere, alright? I’ll go find us something to eat..” The young Hero spoke as he set off, back towards the ruins. The boy contemplated during the short walk, thinking back on the previous fight. They had damaged the beast that was for sure. But they too had sustained a substantial amount of damage in return. Erik would need rest, regardless, and his back was hurt. Nothing major, but enough. They would need to face the beast again, that much was certain, but neither could do so in this state. They needed to eat and take a break, no matter how small. But the urgency of the situation called for them to leap right back at it, what if another Prime was-
Link froze, stuck in place much like an animal spooked by the sudden appearance of a predator. The quiet snapping of a twig somewhere nearby shocked the Prime to the core. He dove for some form of cover, a dislodged section of an ancient wall providing such. The Hylian peered over the rock, finding the source of the noise in a matter of seconds. He was in no state to fight and the risk of a fight breaking out was nigh on inevitable, or so he assumed. But nor could he remove himself from this situation without being spotted. The boy groaned as he rose to his feet, hands raised above his head.
“Hey! Over here! Friendly?!” He cried out, grumbling as he noticed the fist full of berries and the like still in place, the occasional berry dropping from his grasp. He stuffed said foodstuffs into what little space the pouches on his belt provided him and approached the new comer, Makoto Yuki.
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
FACE TO FACE
JUPITER VS. MICKEY MOUSE, PROTO MAN, BELLE, RUBY, & WEISS
JUPITER VS. MICKEY MOUSE, PROTO MAN, BELLE, RUBY, & WEISS
Jupiter walked through the forest, his body swaying back and forth from the heavy blow that was dealt to him. His mind wasn’t clear and all he felt inside was rage...and he didn’t know why. Everything on this damned island was against him. He couldn’t help but feel abused as their “cooperative quest” turned into a bullying session. He cleared through the brush once more and saw a group of primes.
The kid known as Blues was in it. His brow furrowed, he had a bone to pick with the Pre-teen robot. His fuzzy mind couldn’t think correctly and walked out in front of the large group. “You...kid there. I have a bone to pick with you.” Jupiter flipped out his butterfly knife trying to look intimidating. However much to his disarray, his dizziness forgot to think about the four other primes that were with him. One of the girls had a sword that looked far to disproportional for her tastes and another who had a crowbar. They stood in front of blues seeming to guard him.
“Fuck it. If I’m going down, I’m taking one of you with me!” Jupiter ran at the group, his knife in his hand. The group spread apart, surrounding him in seconds. “Come at me! You’re probably here to kill everything huh!” His venom slurred sloppily out of his mouth. He lunged at one of the primes with red hair but met the wrong end of a pink crowbar. He fell back aching his head as he fell back in the circle, the group of primes closing in on him. Fear jolted up his spine and in fear he attacked the closest girl causing a tear in her skirt. She jumped back to avoid any damage before charging in and slicing one of his arms straight off. Jupiter screamed in pain as his stub began to bleed heavily. His eyes dilated and he charged at her with one arm. She swung at his neck and his gears started whirring.
His knife went up and met the oversized blade and managed to parry it forward. Ruby lost her step and Jupiter ran in for the kill. “Gotcha.”
A loud twang sounded off the back of his head and the world turned black.
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“Thanks Belle. This isn’t the Abyss. We’re not monsters.” Mickey looked to his partner as he patched up Jupiter’s arm.
[spoiler]
Quote: Jupiter has his arm cut off and it's bleeding profusely as well as the back of his head bleeding too.- INSANE INJURY-15 DMG[/spoiler]
Jupiter used Overdrive Block -1 SP
The Spy Knife is there if someone from the group wants to take it.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Red - 02-10-2016
Trunks continued onward, lugging his weapon in his coat. During his last stop (after drop a deuce), he invented a way to tote his oddly shaped weapon. By lacerating the inside lining of his coat, he could use the dead-air space between the trench's exterior as a holster. It did the trick well enough, and gifted him with more flexibility.
Over the past mile, the ground had leveled, and became firmer; the potholes dissipated; the mounds flattened. The swordsman welcomed it, for it taxed his knees and ankles far less. It enabled him to recover lost ground from the earlier trudge, and before he realized it, the terrain was entirely different.
The quick change in scenery perplexed him, but did not surprise him (at this point, the shock value of the Omniverse had lost much of its power).
Ahead of the swordsman, the foliage of trees and bushes glistened with frost; the air developed a dryness and briskness to it. Pine trees began to freckle in with the firs and cedars, slowing growing in number until becoming the majority of the vegetative populous.
Above, the barrier of the canopy gradually erased, making the sky as visible as the ground. The day had aged to late-evening, painting a gradient of blue that burned orange as the sun set behind him.
Trunks paused, and turned around, capturing a moment to appreciate the sight. He could barely remember the last opportunity he had to view the sun set—between training in the Time Nest and battling the villains of history, it eluded him. The only prior memory he could recall was immediately after killing Cell, in his own universe. The sun set in a brilliant mixture of flaming tangerine and eggplant purple that day. It was a good day.
He hoped the sighting of the sunset brought luck with it. If the Guardians were powerful as Teucer claimed, he'd need all the fortune he could afford.
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
CHALLENGE
THE LAST GIANT VS. PROTO MAN, WEISS, MICKEY MOUSE, RUBY, BELLE
THE LAST GIANT VS. PROTO MAN, WEISS, MICKEY MOUSE, RUBY, BELLE
Towering above you the giant blots out the very sun. Skewered through the giant’s chest is a stone pillar, no doubt a wound from an equally large adversary. Several rusted swords jut out from the creature’s gray bark-like skin. Hundreds of scars, aqcuired from countless battles, cover the ancient’s body. Where a face should be is instead a sunken pit from which a hollow groaning emanates. A mooring chain, affixed to the handholds of the glimmering Hero’s shield, hangs as a necklace around the titan’s neck.
Quote: All participants are in a challenge and may not post unless it is a response to the challenge.
Guardian Difficulty- 5![[Image: 20140608161400]](http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/darksouls/images/8/80/The_Last_Giant.png/revision/20140608161400)
Re: Day 1 Evening - Magus - 02-10-2016
The unlikely pair continued down the road Magus had travelled before the mysterious metallic man had appeared without a word between them aside vague assurances that they would not betray one another, on the unspoken condition that the one called ‘Mickey Mouse’ would die.
Stupid fucking name.
Magus would help eliminate the creature whose name sounded like something out of a children’s television show so long as the bizarre robot man would hold up his – or its – end of the bargain and help him keep his would-be allies alive. Assuming the fools hadn’t already fallen on someone’s sword.
It wasn’t that he was above having allies – having faced off against tremendous odds without them had proven to him the necessity of working with others – he just found them tedious. Even now, the metal… thing. Just lightly clinking along sort of beside him, barely in his periphery, like some nuisance flicker of movement always out of the realm of perception.
What the hell was the point of summoning a thing like Kopaka to this realm anyway? Was Omni so unimaginative that he failed to realize he could build his own robots? Or was he just lazy? Whatever the reason, godhood was wasted on him.
He found himself wondering about the robot’s masks, or faces. There seemed to be more to the thing than it let on. But then, he’d personally met a robot with programming so sophisticated that it had been able to pass for a real person in his own reality.
Perhaps such creatures of sophistication existed beyond. It seemed likely.
“Kopaka, is it?” he inquired, before his mind could go off on an existential tangent about whether or not machines could claim personhood as a human could. The machine nodded. “What is your motivation? Now that you’re in the Omniverse?”
“I told you. I’m here to eliminate the mouse.”
Magus repressed a scoff. Kopaka didn’t seem like the kind of… person… to take derision lightly. “Right. I meant after. Beyond all of… this.”
“We are allies of convenience. Professionals working together, both with our own ulterior motives.”
Kopaka didn’t need to continue – the wizard got the hint.
Wizard. Maybe not here. Typically he could feel the dark energies coursing through and around him. Here, he felt… cut off.
It was strange. When he had first began to harness dark magic, he found himself overwhelmed with the heaviness of it. The energies gagged him like syrup in his lungs and wasps under his flesh. Every contact with it was an assault to all of his senses.
And now, separate from all of that for so long, all he felt was… hot. Where dark magic had at first chilled him to the bone, at some point he must have become used to the constant discomfort and now felt on edge, as though he were right on the verge of something horrible.
At least, without the ability to phase into the Plane Immaterial, he hadn’t seen any of those horrible Shadow People. He still didn’t know what they were. Or what they wanted. All he knew was that even thinking about them made him unconsciously clench his teeth.
“We should keep moving,” he said. It certainly wasn’t because it felt like the road was narrowing, even when it wasn’t. Or that the thick, humid trees seemed to be lording over them, leaning into them.
Magus grabbed at the thick fabric choking around his neck. He was sweating in spite of the storm. Profusely. Without magic, he might as well have been any other asshole, if not for the chainsaw slung awkwardly across his back.
That damned Teucer had better deliver.
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
FACE TO FACE
LINK, ERIK VRELL, MAKOTO YUKI Vs. DANTE, DESCO, URURU KYUUEI
LINK, ERIK VRELL, MAKOTO YUKI Vs. DANTE, DESCO, URURU KYUUEI
The green-clad youth Link sat silently recovering from his recent battle with Cenobia. In his vicinity his new found friends, Erik and Yuki scavenged the area in hope for supplies. Beyond disappointment there was little to be found in the decaying shell of this once prosperous city. The psychic sighed after his fruitless search and sat next to Link on an overturned pillar. Makoto had disappeared into a decrepit hovel, no doubt scavenging the two-storied building for equipment or scraps of food. All three of the companions were bruised and battered, but they were most importantly alive . The sound of steel slicing through air whizzed past Link’s ear as a bat-shaped projectile narrowly missed the back of his head. The two warriors scrambled to their feet and turned to face their aggressor.
“Oops! Desco missed,” the young demon-toting girl exclaimed. “Hey are you two heroes on a quest?”
There were three in total, three fresh enemies, all of them without so much as a misplaced hair. To the left was a non-threatening younger girl, probably in her mid-teens. Directly center a white-haired man shadowed the two smaller kids. Finally the aforementioned demon girl, gripping those strange bat-shaped shurikens in her fleshy purple tendrils. Not only were Erik and Link currently outnumbered, they were in considerably worse shape than the others. Tension was thick in the air and both parties stood their ground. Desco stepped forward with a slight smile on her face.
“Well are you?” She chirped.
Link responded hesitantly, “Yeah, we are. Why do you ask?”
“Well, because Desco is the Final Boss, and all good heroes have to beat the Final Boss to succeed in their quest!”
“Oh let’s just kill them already,” the other girl sighed.
Panic struck Link and Erik like a freight train. Quickly the hylian fished out his device from its hiding spot. A metallic orange cube with question marks on all sides, silently Link punched the underside of the box and prayed. A definite schink was heard as a blue hilt jutted from the top of the block. Link’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled the sword free, it was all too familiar, this blade was indeed the master sword. A surge of confidence enveloped the youth as he glared at his approaching adversaries. Erik peeled from his friend, drawing the attention of the two females.
Deeper into the ruins Ururu and Desco chased their prey. Solid pangs of steel ricocheted off the stone walls as the demon-girl hurled the sharpened blades at the fleeing psychic. In her mind this was great fun, even if her accuracy wasn’t the greatest, it was almost like a minigame. Erik knew he was outmatched and outgunned and at this point he needed to survive more than anything. It was in this frantic escape that he failed to notice the shinobi girl split from her ally in an attempt to flank him. For now all he could worry about was dodging Desco’s assaults.
Dante approached the hylian cautiously, the boy seemed young and yet he held his sword confidently. In this land of Omni one could not underestimate anyone; for all he knew the kid could be a master swordsman, or perhaps a master actor.
“Careful, you don’t want to poke your eye out with that,” Dante mocked.
“Watch what you say or I’ll poke your eye out,” Link snarled back.
With lightning speed the hero of time charged the son of sparda. Link’s injured back served only to hinder his movements, every slice was excruciatingly slow. His adversary moved deftly, dodging every chop and hack with mastered movements. Perhaps he was overestimating his opponent, after all he was just a kid. But he was a kid with friends, a hail of stones launched by Yuki buffeted Dante. He dashed back and disengaged from the pursuing Link before turning to face his new attacker.
“You again?” Dante spit onto the ground, “I guess I won’t make the mistake of letting you live this time.”
To punctuate his threat he called upon his favored sword, Rebellion. In a flash of red light the wicked blade was made manifest and its wielder grinned. The waning power that held Rebellion together began to dissipate, much like sand in a sieve. He had to act. The green one was the closest, and he was the biggest threat. Once the hylian hero was exterminated, killing the highschooler would be child’s play. Dante dashed forward, intent on chopping Link to bits.
“No! Watch out!” Yuki screamed.
“Come out! Hiding is boring, Desco doesn’t want to play hide and seek right now!”
Erik had managed to narrowly evade his demonic pursuer by dashing into one of the several buildings lining the cobblestone road. His heart was racing fast and he fought to gasp for air, if he could just stay silent long enough perhaps she would get bored and move on. Hopefully Link and Makoto can handle the big guy he thought I’ll just double back after this one leaves. Risking life and limp he peeked from through a long-shattered window. The strange girl had begun to glow purple and a sense of danger enveloped her. Bright blue bolts of energy sparked across her body, no doubt the sign of some terrible magic. With the force of a tsunami he tendrils exploded towards the nearest building, crashing into it with incredible force.
“Come out come out wherever you are!” Desco yelled, smashing part another ruin.
Erik sighed, it was only a matter of time before she reached his hiding spot. Her incredible strength no doubt surpassed his own, especially now in such a weakened state. Unfortunately Desco was the least of his worries, Ururu had been combing the ruins in search for him and she had found him. The two locked eyes for but a moment before Erik bumrushed her, hoping to silence her before she could alert her ally. He tackled her to the ground and delivered a few well-placed blows to the face. Ururu struggled violently, attempting to move the oppressive weight now place upon her chest. Two bony hands wrapped around her throat, keeping her silent and choking her. Vision began to fade and her muscles burned with exhaustion. Even in her asphyxiated state of mind she was still searching for opportunities and a vicious one presented itself. Striking like a scorpion her left hand reached for Erik’s eye.
“AAAHG!” Erik shrieked as her finger gouged his right eye.
Behind him Desco crashed through the stone wall, nearly destroying the entire building in the process. It took less than a moment for her to process what was happening.
“Don’t hurt Ururu!” she yelled, “Desco will rip you apart!”
Thick purple tentacles slammed into Erik’s side throwing him through a nearby wall. Ururu gasped as fresh air invaded her lungs. Desco paused for a moment to help Ururu to her feet before chasing after Erik. Her monstrous strength had hit Erik with enough force to launch him through a crumbling wall and outside to freedom. Curiously she peered through the newly-created hole in hopes of finding the psychic. Unfortunate for the Final Boss her opponent had escaped into the thick underbrush, and out of sight.
Dante’s blade sang through the air, charged with malefic force. Link held his sword ready to intercept the blow, his back on the verge of giving out. Time seemed to freeze as the two warrior’s prepared to clinch blades. Their fated fight was interrupted by a meddling blue-haired youth. In his hand he held a strange pale orb, seemingly inert and lifeless. Makoto stepped in between the two and shielded Link with his thin form. Dante smirked and struck viciously.
“Two for one special? I’ll take it!”
Rebellion slammed into Makoto’s shoulder with a thunderous crash. It seemed frozen in space, no matter how hard Dante pressed it simply would not cut. A pale purple aura swallowed Yuki and protected him from the blade’s edge. Dante watched in horror as his weapon dematerialized in flash of red.
“I won’t let you hurt my friends,” Makoto growled in the face of Dante.
“Fine,” Dante scoffed, “I guess I’ll have to take my frustrations out on you.”
With that he elbowed Makoto in the jaw, sending the poor kid stumbling to the ground. A brutal stomp delivered Yuki into the dirt and a final kick cracked a rib. Link yelled in anger and slashed at Dante. A line of fire tore into the Son of Sparda’s chest as the blade tore a long trench into his chest. Dante’s fist weaved through Link’s defense and nailed the hylian in the nose. A jet of blood spurted from Link’s nose, but he swung again ignoring the pain. Dante narrowly avoided the second slice, and jumped backwards putting space between him and Link. There was little chance that he could fight off Link without a weapon of his own, so to save his life he decided discretion was the better part of valor and fled into the forest.
[spoiler] WINNER URURU KYUUEI, DESCO, AND DANTE
Erik Vrell is blind in his right eye and has severe bruises across his upper body. 9 damage (Major wound)
Makoto Yuki has a cracked rib and some teeth along with bruising along his back. 6 damage (Moderate wound)
Link has a nosebleed. 1 damage (superficial wound)
Desco is perfectly fine, if a bit disappointed. 0 damage (Not a wound)
Ururu has a sore throat and a sore face. 2 damage (Superficial wound)
Dante has a gash across his chest, it is unpleasant. 4 damage (Moderate wound)
Link rolled a 5 and got the Master Sword (The Master Sword disappears after the fight)
Erik rolled a 67, nothing happened
Yuki spent 1 SP to activate Omnipotent Orb
Dante spent 1 SP to activate Danse Macabre
Desco spent 1 SP to activate Battle Aura
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Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
CHALLENGE
CENOBIA vs. LINK, MAKOTO YUKI, ERIK VRELL
CENOBIA vs. LINK, MAKOTO YUKI, ERIK VRELL
Quote:All participants are in a challenge and may not post unless it is in response, you have 24 OOC hours to respond to the challenge. Good luck!
Guardian difficulty - 3
Link rolls a 3 and recieves a green shell.
Re: Day 1 Evening - Mickey Mouse - 02-10-2016
Quote:A/N: Guardian fight post.
Flashbacks to come later filling in some plot gaps because word limit.
“…oh brother.”
The motley crew stared up at the Last Giant. For several tense moments, not a muscle moved. One of the creature’s feet began to lift. The foot hovered in the air for mere seconds, and then suddenly changed trajectory...
...straight for us.
“Move!” Blues shouted. Instantly, the group scattered.
Mickey leapt forward, underneath the shadow of the giant’s step. He sucked in a quick, shallow breath of relief as he barely escaped flattening. He flipped over, staring up straight at the backside of the beast. Putting his trademark mouse reflexes to use, he lunged for the thing’s foot, grasping one of the swords stabbed into the creature’s flesh.
“Listen, buddy—” he screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to reach the giant’s ears. If he had any, they seemed a mile away. “We just want that relic back, pal! No one’s gotta get hurt!”
A low rumble came from their foe. He obviously disagreed with that idea.
“I don’t think we’re gonna talk our way out of this one!” Ruby called. Immediately after, Mickey felt the giant’s foot lift again and abruptly shake him off, tossing him across the cave. He slammed into one of the rocky walls.
Once he’d recovered, Mickey tugged Play, Boy out of the back of his pocket. Surely Teucer put something in the survival guide about how to defeat the people guarding these things. He flipped through the pages fruitlessly. Suddenly it all seemed like useless picture after useless picture of lightly armored women. And how could that help him now?
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his mouse wrist. The mouse looked up to find Belle staring him in the face, her forehead scrunched with frustration. “Mickey, put down that damn magazine before that son of a bitch kills your robot friend.”
The mouse’s eyes flickered up from the pages. Belle was right. The Last Giant had turned his attention to Proto Man, Ruby, and Weiss, all cornered up against the opposite wall of the cavern. No way—that poor white-haired girl and her friend had been through enough because of them already, and the former King wasn’t about to let this monster stomp all over one of his best friends.
Not without a goshdarn fight.
Mickey Mouse charged ahead of his redheaded companion. He weaved between the guardian’s legs and popped out the other side. That instant, a hand swept toward Ruby and Weiss. In one fluid motion, the mouse reached out and grabbed them both by the leg and yanked them out of the path of the creature’s gigantic palm. Proto Man stumbled backward, just barely evading being swatted away by the towering giant. After ensuring the safety of the girls, he set his sights on his best friend.
One of the creature’s feet slammed down behind him. Thanks to some help from Belle, Weiss and Ruby managed to get out of the way, but a gust of wind picked the pair of pint-sized heroes up and sent them both crashing into the nearby cavern wall.
Clink, clink.
The Potara earrings rolled out of his pocket. Before the thought even fully formed in his brain, his desperation reached out and swiped them up, tossing one to Blues. His friend wasted no time in sticking one in his synthetic ear.
Mickey did the same. A flash of light engulfed the cave, sending the formidable giant staggering backward for the first time.
As the dust settled, a familiar friend cracked his neck.
“Alright, pal,” Proto Mouse smirked, “Let’s do this thing.”
Re: Day 1 Evening - Orihime Inoue - 02-10-2016
Everything was happening so fast it almost didn't feel like it was real to Orihime. The boy from the temple and another appeared in front of her with a look of bewilderment on their faces. Standing several feet shorter than the elusive gentleman in the Grecian temple stood a boy dressed in training garb with hair dark like midnight.
“Never! I know I can take them on by myself!” a voice, full of conviction cried out from the assailant while he charged at the duo. The pointy eared man attacked the temple boy with two massive swords. Digging into the ground like a mechanical excavator, causing substantial rocks to hurl all over his body. The attack knocked the air from the tall, brown haired man, causing him to fall to his knees.
“Who was this guy and why was he attacking everyone?” Orihime pondered in distress while her electric blade sizzled loudly in her ear. A wicked smile was skewered onto the enemy's face, but his eyes were clouded, almost like they were pleading for freedom.
Suddenly, a bright and comical star shot at the attackers heart, sending brilliant lights that danced like the fourth of July fireworks.
The new dark haired boy was defending his friend to the best of his ability but whatever that thing was that he had, looked like a child’s toy. It backfired, the wand missed a shot with a loud hissing sound like a tire suddenly losing pressure.
“No.” Orihime struggled to find air as panic took over her, sending her into the path of the razor sharp blades making contact with the boy. Sparks of electricity flew in the air as the blade on blade caused an intense vibration to ripple the red headed girls body.
“Don’t get in my way” the assailant snarled as he tried his best to get through to the fairy boy. A loud searing sound boomed from her blade as it made contact with the creature's chest. The screams from the man frightened Orihime, she did not want to kill the guy!
“That will teach you! Pick on someone on your own size!” The girl called out after him, shaking her giant sword into the air.
Turning to look back at the boy now, Orihime asked gently “Are you alright?” extending her hand to him.
His expression was unreadable, taking a short pause before asking “What were you doing with those goats from before?”
A warm feeling flooded her face, as her freckled cheeks burned bright red. “It’s a long story, he was trapped you see and I was like aww cute because he was-” Orihime breathed speaking a mile a minute while she was eternally dying from embarrassment.
“Hey, redhead.” A familiar voice broke the two’s banter. It was the guy from the temple, he had brushed the dirt from his dark clothes, and looked to only have some minor scrapes and bruises.
“Bitch almost took my damn head off with those things,” He said with relief, running his gloved fingers through his shaggy brown hair.
Orihime smiled a cute bright smile, grateful that these guys did not mean to harm her.
“My name is Victor and this is Sasuke” the one named Victor introduced them to her while he turned to look at his partner.
“If you stick with us we will return the favor.” the young boy with the magical fairy wand said with a confident tone.
“I am Orihime Inoue.” she greeted as she tipped her head to both of her new allies.
“So...about the goats. How-” Victor questioned before he was interrupted by a monstrous growl erupting from the girls belly.
“Uhhhh.” Orihime started “About goats.” she muttered while walking over to a goat that was left paralyzed on the dirt. The shock from her Zampacto must have left him unconscious or something. With some hesitation, she brought the tip of her weapon down on the animal's face.
“Can one of you make a fire?” Orihime bubbled as she shook the blood from her blade.
Re: Day 1 Evening - The Spirit - 02-10-2016
WARLOCK MAGIC
SMITH, RYNER, ENZO, COLONEL
SMITH, RYNER, ENZO, COLONEL
As the primes gathered, the sky began to turn a purple tint as clouds began to appear from nowhere. A booming voice appeared along with a staticy purple image. The floating man seemed to appear from nowhere, his purple figure seemed to warp in between dimensions. At times he could seem perfectly clear while in a second later, his figure was distorted and patchy. His hood partially covered his face, but one could easily tell his flesh was long decomposed. The figure smiled at the primes before speaking in a raspy voice.
“You’re Omnilium is MINE!” The apparition stretched out his hands and began a pulling motion. All of the primes fell to their knees as they felt their energy being sucked out of them. Rainbow colored aura’s seemed to be pulled from their bodies before the apparition stopped. His figure was much less distorted and his skin seemed to have returned to his body. “Stop this quest at once! I shall be reborn and I shall stop you and him!”
The figure faded from existence and all the primes were left standing, feeling weak and wondering what the hell just happened.
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Quote: Excess of Primes-Warlock Magic Activated.[/spoiler]
Rolled a 1D10- Result 9+1 = 10- Moderate Penalty
All listed primes SP are drained by half of it’s current value(rounded down)
Warlock Magic cannot activate again till next phase