[Round 3 - C] Erik Vrell & Deadpool vs Cell & Ricter

[Karl Jak]

Deadpool glanced over his shoulder at the backpack.  "Are we cosplaying the Guardians?  Can't I just be me?  I feel like that'd make for a more lucrative cinematic experience." The mercenary turned and glanced at his companion. "Right, Macbeth?"

"They're over there," Erik muttered, ignoring the masked man's rambling as he focused on the insectoid warrior and his furry companion.

"Green Drax and Rocket Raccoon!" Deadpool gasped dramatically as he placed a hand on Erik's shoulders. "I think this makes you Gamora, buddy... how do you look in a wig?"

Word Limit: 850
Posts: 2
Time Limit: 48 hours
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: Off

Time limit starts at 12 pm CDT on July 14, 2018

Space Verse” – This Fight Area exists within a massive floating sphere high over the Dante Ocean. The barrier of the Fight Area is opaque and dotted with glittering stars, giving the visual illusion of being deep in traditional space. Inside the Fight Area are various free-floating chunks of rock, ice, and even a floating space installations in various conditions.

Stipulation: This is a Zero gravity environment. Each prime is provided with either a jetpack or boot boosters, which are indestructible.

[Erik Vrell]

Erik peered over his shoulder nervously, noting the similarities between the contraption and Sand Hawk’s flying deathtrap. There was little that could be done, however, and the priest gingerly opened the throttle on the jetpack. His stomach dropped as he lurched forward, careening into a nearby chunk of debris. The psychic crashed hard, knocking the wind from his lungs as he impacted the space junk. 

“Blasted ‘modern’ machinery,” Erik cursed as he regained his bearings and kicked off the debris. “What's wrong with a flying mount?”

The psychic set his sights on the weasel warrior as he slowly adjusted to the jetpack, careful not to go flying off into space again.

“Distract the green one, I’ll take the… Furry thing.” Erik thought to Deadpool, telepathically sending his message across the void.

“You got it, just don't stay in my mind long. There's some baaaaad shit in here.” The mercenary replied as he drew his pistols and fired a few rounds towards Cell. Frustratingly, Ricter moved in between the mercenary and the bio-android, intercepting the bullets without hesitation. The cultist glanced around the arena, considering his options. Inspiration quickly struck Erik in the form of the same piece of debris he had smashed into moments before. Reaching out with his mind, the priest psionically grasped the junk before sending it to orbit above and around his foes, until the sword medic was positioned between Erik and the debris. 

The weasel barely had time to react as the priest yanked the debris towards himself, pulling him along with it. With a moment’s hesitation, Erik summoned a psi blade and revved his jetpack, throwing himself towards his foe. Ricter’s mouth gaped in a silent gasp as the priest bore down on him, blade raised above his head. Just as they were about to impact each other, the psychic brought his ethereal weapon down in a devastating downwards strike. Devastating in theory, at least. Rather than cleaving the weasel in twain, the psi blade was ripped from Erik’s hand as if he had struck solid steel, quickly fading to vapour as it left its summoner’s grip.

The priest stared dumbfounded for a moment, unsure how to process what his eyes were telling him as the sword mimic slashed towards him in retaliation, cleaving Erik across his torso. The weasel’s blow had much more impact, sending the psychic reeling across the void. 

“What on earth just happened?” The priest gasped to himself as he drifted through the abyss, his blood spilling out in a slow but steady spray. Erik gazed into the stars as he floated, strangely calmed by the celestial array before him. Shaking himself out of his shock, the cultist closed his eyes as he cast a prayer out into the darkness, praising his star-borne deity.

“Blessed be Father Gal’skap, highest among the old ones!” Erik roared as violet light bloomed within him, flooding his body with newfound strength. The psychic twisted his body to face his foes, reactivating the jetpack. The priest drew Mageslayer as he shot through the void towards Ricter, feeling a little more confident in his ability to maneuver the machine. The weasel raised Lanor at the last moment, deflecting his mad foe’s furious death blow, but not managing to stop the cultist’s reckless charge. Both swordsmen were flung away from their partners by Erik’s momentum, the impact throwing both blades from their wielder’s grip.

Mageslayer seemed to gravitate to its master’s hand, drawn back by telekinesis, but Ricter had no such luck. The priest harried his unarmed foe, throwing himself between the weasel and his blade again and again with steadily increasing control. Before he could close in for the kill, however, a ball of golden energy rocketed towards the psychic, hitting him squarely in the chest. Erik grunted as he was knocked off course and could only watch as the sword medic snatched up his blade unimpeded.

Cell was fast approaching the melee, Deadpool hot on his heels. The psychic scowled at the interruption and raised his free hand, psi pooling in his palm. The amethystine energy quickly began to swirl into a shimmering halo, hovering just above the priest’s hand. Once the chakram was complete, Erik cocked back his arm and, taking a moment to aim, hurled the razor sharp ring towards a nearby piece of rubble. 

The bio-android grinned as the chakram passed harmlessly by, only for his smile to drop as his ally cried out in pain a few moments later, the psi weapon imbedded in his shoulder. The wound wasn't deep, but was enough to give Cell pause as the ring dissolved into violet mist. 

“Nice shot,” Deadpool said as he reunited with his partner. “I'd say you could be a basketball player but, y’know.” 

The mercenary accentuated his point by placing his hand at the crown of his head, before lowering it to Erik’s. 

“Hilarious.” The psychic said dryly, wondering briefly what basketball was as he conjured up another chakram. “I hope my laughter doesn't render me defenceless.”

“Such a Gamora.” Deadpool muttered as the fighters converged towards each other once more.

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Erik used psi blade, Mageslayer, psi chakram, psi overcharge for the round (-2 SP, 3/5 remaining)
Deadpool used Sig Sauer P320
Ricter used Lanor
Cell used Ki blast

[Deadpool]

Deadpool charged forward, unsheathing both katanas, as he neared the green monstrosity (perhaps it was a space alien, attempting to pull off full-humanoid drag?).

I hope I don’t have to be perfect this round.

Apologies for not being able to write more. I’ve been almost completely consumed by work the last 3 or 4 days.

[Ricter]

Erik would begin rocketing towards the duo at the what ever top speeds his jet pack could push out. Making quick maneuvers that altered his trajectory while Cell would move in to intercept, leaving the weasel jobless for a moment and standing on a floating rock.

“Handle the masked one, I have him.”

In Eriks hand violet energy began to crackle around his palms, surging and increasing before forming a long curved shape that connected with a thing trace of light. The addition of his Overcharge made the spectacle that much more dazzling before a bow, made of the very light he was forming, was crafted.

Erik began back tracking as Cell came forward, firing a barrage of ki blasts in his direction. The round yellow balls of pure energy began to dot the sky, like the fake stars around them. Exploding in small detonations around Erik, but the man was only lightly tossed around by the concussion blasts, none of which interrupted his aim.

Taking up a firing posture Erik would manage to let lose two arrows in this time, one sailing by Cells head while the other seemed to hit its mark but only in his thigh, causing Cell to flinch but not stop his pursuit.

“You’ll need more than arrows to stop me, boy.”

The android seemed annoyed, but kept a level head as he drifted along, flying of his own accord and soon cupping both hands together to the side of his hip, chanting.

“Ka...”

******

Mean while, down near a local flying rock, Ricter was in a battle of attrition, swinging his sword in horizontal angles while the red masked man avoided them with stalled flips and jumps. Taunting him before jumping over the weasels head in a manner that felt like he was auditioning for a ballet.

However while upside down and above him, the mans legs spread eagle, he pulled out both of his pistols and unloaded multiple bullets into the Stoats cranium and body, riddling them with bullets before he touched the ground again.

“And he sticks the dismount!” His egocentric voice gleefully rang out.

But on turning around he noticed that the creature wasn’t dead, instead Ricter was simply flicking dented bullets off his face and body. Looking only mildly annoyed, if at all given this was his first time being shot and he didn’t seem phased at all, besides a bruise or two.

“That’s not part of the performance, dammit Becky you ruined my big moment!” He sounded like he was intimidating some high status white girl from a rich high school.

“Uh...” Ricter was speechless, but would save his criticisms till after the fighting was done. Rushing the man, this time he faked a horizontal swing, condition Dead Pools movements before coming down with a vertical one instead.

However, he was just as quick to react, holstering his pistols before Deadpool took out both of his katana’s and crossed them in an X formation. Holding him there as Ricter glared, sparks of sharp metal grinding against one another kept them locked in combat.

Now face to face, suddenly the masked man gasped, as if he had forgotten something important. “That reminds me! I still have to order my tickets for the furry convention next month. My fursuit’s amazing, I can't wait to show you later.”

“Uh...what are you talking about?”

“Oh, not ready to come out of the closet yet huh? No worries, your secrets safe with me buddy.”

Ricters eye lulled in an animated manner, looking at him like he was crazy.

“Is this what you had to deal with the whole tournament?” The stoat said openly.

******

“You have no idea.” Erik responded, shooting more arrows towards Cell who used his flight to avoid being hit by many of them.

“Me...Ha...Me..”

He was nearly done and seemed ready to full on fire the charged energy beam. Yet, just as he was going to release it he turned and aimed it towards Deadpool and Ricter.

The android smirking as he screamed, “HA!” releasing a long range deep blue beam of destructive energy strait towards the pair that were fighting on the large rock.

Both glanced over as the twinkle in the sky wasn’t the nice one form nursery rhymes, instead Ricter knew to either get out of this situation or block it, so as he looked to Deadpool and kept him locked in their sword clash, the man soon realized what was happening.

“Well isn’t this a-.”

Eventually the light would cascade over both of them, exploding with tremendous force as it left Cell panting, however from behind Erik didn’t wait to take the opening left after that, instead using his Sword to slash across Cell’s back, causing them to yell out in pain before turning to face him, bleeding purple blood that floated around him.

Bellow, Ricter was waving away the smoke, choking a bit as he seemed to come out unharmed, having not tanked the blow but defending against it. With the rock shattered he was now drifting in the open space. But where was Deadpool?

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Ricter used Divination, spending 1 SP. (¾ SP remaining)

[Erik Vrell]

Erik felt the psi empowering his body flicker as he engaged Cell, slowly draining away.

“No, not now.” Erik grumbled as he cleared his mind. “Give me more!”

The violet glow in the psychic’s eyes dimmed for a second, before reigniting with renewed intensity. The priest gripped Mageslayer tightly as he rocketed towards Cell. He had no idea what the bizarre green creature was, but knew that he was no weakling. Of course, a weakling wouldn't have made it this far into Dante’s Abyss. Mageslayer came down in a savage arc, attempting to separate the android’s head from his shoulders. Cell boosted backwards from the swing, narrowly avoiding an untimely decapitation, and responded with a volley of Ki blasts. 

Erik’s arms instinctively shot out, attempting to raise a psi wall in defence. To his despair, however, the priest realised that there was no solid ground to summon the wall on. Nothing more than a few impotent wisps of psionic gas emerged from his sleeves before the psychic was hammered by the Ki bullets. Erik was sent spiralling through nothingness as the Ki knocked him off course, but wasn't much worse for wear. Sheathing Mageslayer, Erik summoned his bow and levelled it at Cell, taking careful aim. 

The android dodged the first arrow that the priest let fly, as well as the second and third. The fourth arrow, however, grazed his shoulder, spraying droplets of indigo ichor into the abyss. Shooting in a vacuum was different to what Erik was accustomed to, but he was getting better adjusted with each shot. Cell began closing the gap as his foe fired another amethystine arrow, sinking the projectile deep into his thigh. The android returned the favour with a boosted knee to the abdomen, knocking the wind from the priest. 

The average man would have been incapacitated by such a strike, a fact which Erik was well aware of. The priest keeled over in mock agony as the blow sent him flying for the third time, spinning off into the void. Cell chased after his prey, attempting to finish the job. Much to his horror, however, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning cultist. Steel tentacles erupted from Erik’s back, like some sort of steampunk cephalopod. 

“Be glad,” Erik declared as the chains whipped around him, spraying the empty space around him in a curtain of viscera. “For today, you get to experience the wrath of the old ones first hand!” 

The cultist launched himself towards the android in a reckless display, becoming a glorious effigy of his eldritch deities as his appropriated tendrils whipped around him through the void. Freed from gravity's constraints, Erik was able to make full use of the dextrous chains, slashing at Cell from all angles. The android dodged and blocked well, but his maddened opponent was both persistent and charged with divine energy, so there was little he could do to avoid collecting an array of cuts. 

The android was finally able to spot an opening as Erik grew careless in his fervour, and took the opportunity to strike his foe in the chin. The psychic’s assault halted for a moment as Cell charged his Ki for a moment. Before the cultist could carve the android apart, however, a green barrier formed around him, shielding him from the scything blades. 

“How frustrating.” Erik muttered to himself as he lowered one of his chains, gripping tight onto its gnarled blade. The priest focused for a moment, charging the knife with power. Within a few seconds, dark venom began dripping from the twisted dagger, desperate to soak itself into a foe. Erik allowed the chain to rejoin it's kin as Cell’s barrier lowered, springing back into action. Five of the chains whipped around the android, providing a sufficient distraction for the envenomed sixth blade to sink itself into Cell’s flesh as he attempted to dodge.

Grunting in pain, Cell yanked the savage knife out of his side, sending a cascade of purple blood spraying out into space. Sick of being on the back foot, the android lunged towards his foe, delivering a swift combination of kicks and punches, before following up with a point blank Ki blast. Erik didn't struggle as he was sent flying once more, this time crashing into a nearby meteor rather than drifting away. Cell shouted something about “ending it” as he placed his hands together, levelled at the cultist. A ball of golden Ki charged in his hands for a couple of seconds, before Cell roared out in defiance of his deranged foe.

“Big Bang atta… Big ba… Big…” The android faltered as the venom took hold, his arms drooping as the Ki dissipated. Grinning to himself, Erik attempted to push off of the meteor. To his shock, however, he found his right arm at a 90 degree angle halfway down the forearm. 

“One step forwards, two steps backwards.” Erik sighed as he pushed off with his left arm. “We’d better get this over with quick.”

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Used T1 power up psi overcharge for the round. (-2 SP, 1/5 remaining)

[Deadpool]

Deadpool floated aimlessly through space, drifting farther away from the thick of the fight. The grasshopper’s beam of energy sent him traversing a belt of ice and rock, half conscious and half singed--it felt as he had sunbathed in triple digit temperatures, and then lathered himself in Bengay. Occasionally, he would collide with some of the belt’s debris, and bounce another direction, like a slow-motion pinball; each time, he groaned.

Perhaps his time had passed; perhaps Dante’s Abyss was for younger fighters. He was a regenerative immortal, sure, but even those fell victim to time, just as everything else. Fighting against a younger, more evolved, biological weapon had humbled him. How could he combat a physically more destructive version of himself? He possessed no beams of energy, named after an Hawaiian king; or means to dramatically increase his speed; and his ass was tailless, incapable of absorbing (or fucking) other lifeforms.

Oh nonsense, this ass is capable of fucking, Deadpool mused as he shook his insecure thoughts, all night long, like Lionel Richie.

”I got cool guns,” he mumbled, ”and red is more aesthetically pleasing than green.” Then he glanced at his waist. ”Plus, I own one of the only weapons made in the Abyss.”

The mercenary flipped around, and planted his foot against the closest surface--a wingless fuselage, drifting amongst the belt of rocks. Without gravity, he ricocheted off of the wrecked spaceship, but as he did, he pressed the button strapped to his left palm, igniting his jetpack thrusters. Flames burst from the bottom of the jetpack, which was ironically positioned above his ass; he giggled like a prepubescent boy.

Deadpool closed in on the other combatants, their figures gradually becoming more vivid.

Erik seemed to be handling his own well, considering the circumstances. His body was battered, but not beaten; his eyes still blazed with confidence. Willing himself from the meteor, he shot into space, grasping his right arm with his left.

The sexualized carebear took pursuit, but his green partner didn’t. Instead, he crumbled to one knee, cradling his abdomen with both arms. Perhaps he had the grasshopper confused; perhaps he wasn’t as perfect or evolved as he originally appeared.

”Boy, did you pick the wrong time to become idle,” Deadpool quipped. He reached for his waist, and snatched his Furbypool, pressing the button by its ass. ”Maybe I’ll see you again . . . in another dimension!”

In one winding throw, he hurled the adorable explosive towards Cell, ignoring all sense of physics that he barely knew. He hoped that somewhere in Karl’s Omniphysics, gravity flashed at the most opportune times, which would descend the explosive directly upon Cell.

He was wrong.

His strength carried the explosive a solid ten yards (a solid fucking ten), but then it slowed to the pace of a turtle, and veered off target, into the vastness of space. Furbypool’s two glowing eyes twinkled like dwarf stars as it cartwheeled away.

A highly sensitive explosive, wandering around the battlefield.

More importantly, energy wasted.

”Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

WC - 540 (Google Docs)

Deadpool used Tier 2 Power-up, Super Serial for rest of round (form stats - 5/7/3/8) [-4 SP]
Deadpool used Tier 2 Offensive Super, Furbypool* [-2SP]
0 SP remaining

The Furbypool never reaches its intended target. Instead, its floating around. It explodes upon contact with anything.

[Ricter]

Cells breathing became jagged and chalky, they had been fighting for some time now and it was beginning to ware down on him. Yet this was nothing compared to the battles hes gone through, even if he was currently bleeding a large amount of blood into the void around him.

Slowly the venom began to clear up, his vision still blurry as Erik rushed in, but he was able to discern shapes from just abstract amalgamations of images his brain tried its best to process. Playing it smart he would begin flying in the other direction.

Away from Erik who diligently chased after, “What happened to ending it?” The cultist taunted.

Cell would say nothing, but would wonder where the furry weasel was located now as he felt an arrow sail by the side of his face, scratching his cheek as Erik nearly earned his head shot achievement.

*****

Not too far off Ricter was still following Deadpool, wondering why their was a fuzzy doll creature now floating around in space. Part of him wondered if it was some kind of secret device to gain an edge, but the fact that he threw it only made him think it was just a botched throw on his part.

Shrugging, he noticed Cell running away, eyes slightly squinting while a hail of arrows were being shot at him, most missing thanks to his erratic flying but some grazing his body.

Back to Deadpool, he seemed to just be upset that his throw lingered way more than it should have and so he would try to make a sneak attack on him. Jumping and floating towards him he would soon aim to stab him in the back using his sword, but the man moved slightly.

The blade would sink into his left ass cheek, stabbing through layers of fat and regenerative skin, maybe and inch or two at best. The man in red yelped and turned around to look at the person who penetrated him from behind, the sword still stuck in his ass.

“You again? Listen, buddy. I know you guys love shoving things into middle aged guys in costumes but you need to understand I don’t want to yiff you.”

Confused, and probably wondering what the hell the word ‘yiff’ was as it sounded made up and silly. Ricter just floated there, puzzled beyond belief as he looked at him funny and finally said.

“Are you...insane?” The stoat asked almost innocently.

“Looks like someones a slow learner.” The red tights wearing man no sooner would pull out both of his sword from his back. Startling Ricter as he raised his arms to defend. Making sweeping cross section cuts against him, each leaving streaks of red to lash around them in a flurry.

The stoat didn’t being cut up in such a manner, as would no one, but he had no means to defend. Grabbing at one of the weapons, Dead Pool just pulled back and knocked him away with a kick.

Pausing now as Ricter was now out of his hair he looked back to the sword stuck in his ass, reaching a hand back towards the handle but missing it a few times.

“Almost..Just gotta wiggle it out, pinch, and..-” With a trumpet yank he would pull it free with a sign of relief, tossing the sword aimlessly in another direction. “There, all done.”

*****

Dropping down, Cell would notice that his compatriot was tumbling in the open space, injured yet nothing like the lashing he was just given. Making a beeline for him, Cell grabbed him by an arm and flew towards an empty abandoned space station.

“Wait! Cell, I need my sword!” Ricter Protested.

“Not now, we need to think of a plan, at the very least ambush them.” The green man hinted as they came to the air lock of the station and touched down to the ground. Immediately hiding inside the somewhat sizable complex of machinery that was made to house astronauts for extended periods.

Erik, and soon after Deadpool, would make their way inside, seeing nothing but the calm stillness of the station. Nothing felt alive here, and only a still silence lingered around them.

“They've in here somewhere.” Eirk spoke, glancing around the halls till eventually coming with in the control room. Having a large window with a view of the surrounding asteroids and floating particles of dust, the view was amazing, yet it wouldn’t be enjoyed for long as Ricter and Cell jumped out from behind a wreaked piece of equipment.

Ready to attack, but both Erik and Deadpool gazed towards the window with horror as something was approaching, calling for Ricter and Cells attention soon after. The whitish blue twin lights began to spin slowly towards them. Leaving no time to escape, all they could do was pray.

“Dear god, this is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen.” Deadpool commented as the Furbypool he tossed gently tapped the glass, unleashing a massive explosion would encircle the cockpit. Ripping through the area and sending ripples through out space.

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Furbypool blows up!

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#11 Cell & #18 Ricter vs #20 Deadpool & #12 Erik Vrell

Another round, another climatic Furby explosion.

In the haze, Erik Vrell collected himself.  The ship was gone, but he wasn’t missing any body parts.

“Deadpool?”  He whispered in the void of space as he looked around for his partner.  Instead, he found himself confronted by a mangled Ricter, who lifted his fists.

“Let’s do this.”  The furry warrior muttered.

“Yield,” Erik muttered at the pitiful display.  “You can’t fight anymore.”

Ricter, for his part, nodded his head as he dropped his hands.  A beat later, a twisted piece of steel tore through the weasel’s chest, splattering Erik in the chest in face.

“How do you do it?”  Deadpool chuckled as he discarded the dead warrior and smacked a palm onto Erik’s shoulders.  “I thought the other guy was the trap, but you are just so good at this, fella.”

Deadpool paused before glancing in what had to be the direction of hidden cameras.

“We’ll have to bleep that in post-production!”

Next, the mercenary glanced right up into the sky and scowled behind his mask.  I’m on to your bullshit.

[spoiler]
Erik (2.5) & Deadpool (1.0) defeat Ricter (2.1) and Cell (0.0)

#20 Cell DEAD
#18 Ricter DEAD

Erik and DP will face Sasuke and Serraph in Match N of the Consolation Bracket.

Ricter and Cell will respawn at the Fountain of Infinity in 7 OOC days
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