01-03-2018, 07:52 AM
Blink's body was buzzing. She had summoned this much power before. It made her feel almost light-headed, as if she was floating above herself and having some kind of out of body experience. Her emerald energy swirled around her, much thicker and present then the usual transparent power she would normally summon. In front of her and her companions, Bola had moved into a defensive fighting stance and sent three small wooden wheels buzzing towards them. They seemed to move especially slow to her, as the energy she used to power her up was making her almost overly caffeinated. Everything looked slow to her right now.
"I'll go after him, you guys handle those wheels!"
"Claire, wait-!" She could hear the Vision, but she was through the first portal much too fast for him to stop her.
She felt ready. Her power was surged as high as it had ever been before. As she ran towards those whirling spiked wheels, she stared with Bola with the full intention of going one vs one against him. She knew there was no way he'd match her speed now, teleporter or not. As she approaches the middle wheel, she began to actually transfer the teleportation energy directly onto herself, 'blinking' forward about three at a time consistently. To an onlooker, it seemed like she was actually zipping in and out of reality.
She dove over the middle wheel as the spike protruded upwards. Blink phased through the metallic part as she rolled forward onto the ground behind it and continued to move towards Bola. "I'm coming for you!" She screamed, the adrenaline rising through her body.
"You left your friends behind to fight me one on one?" Bola asked, half-impressed and half-bewildered. "You gave up a numbers advantage even though I was smashing you already? You're like a child. A baby." He spit his words his venom. No respect.
"What the fuck did you call me?" Blink asked back. She could hear her inner monologue calling herself a potty mouth.
"A selfish, over-confident, little girl."
Even though it seemed like he might strike first, he didn't. Partially because he was deliberately coaxing her into attacking him, in a defensive stance. Also partially because she didn't give him the chance to even decide. Blink zipped forward with as much speed and rage as you could imagine. She teleported to the left of Bola and threw a spinning kick, but intentionally ported behind him as he defended it to kick his shoulder. This time, for the first time, her foot found purchase. She staggered him forward, but he used the momentum to swing the over-sized blade backwards and slice through her. Blink teleported away.
For the first time in this fight, Blink felt like she was actually finding her targets. She would teleport several times around Bola, who would whirl the massive sword around defensively and swing it when he thought he'd catch her. She land a kick to his jaw, or an elbow against his stomach. The problem was, she was very clearly not hurting him even she did hit him. She couldn't summon her weapons when she was surging this much power around her, and her attacks were hardly the strongest in the Omniverse. Finally, she jabbed him in the nose and he backed up, seemingly shook. She went in for the kill.
Blink lept forward, her energy surge disappearing into mid-leap as she summoned two emerald, skinny, curved blades from that excess energy around her. She could feel her power coming back to normal, but she had an open shot and intended to take it. Suddenly, Bola's leg came up and Spartan-kicked her in the chest, right over her breasts but underneath her collar bone. She was sent flying backwards in a heap, off balance and onto her butt.
"You aren't a liberator," Bola growled, stepping forward. Blink looked up, whimpering from the pain in her chest. She put one hand on her chest area, the other lightly fondling a darkchip in her pocket. She considered whether or not to use it. "You are an attention-seeking whore, and you don't belong here. With me, with your friends or with Nebula. Die."
Bola suddenly brought her blade down. Blink briefly thought about whether or not someone would save her. Again. She didn't want to die, but she most certainly didn't want to be saved from her own stupid choices again. She had to survive this fight somehow, on her own merit.
Suddenly an energy blasted out from the darkchip. It was mixture of gold and ebony swirling around her and Bola like a cloud. One of her hands came up blasted some of her own green special stuff into the down-swinging sword, bouncing it backwards suddenly. In her other hand appeared a glowing black bottle. At first it seemed pixelated, but then started to almost create itself into reality. Blink stumbled to her feet, staring at Bola. "You!" He growled, as if he was suddenly very offended. "You stole the rum!"
"You are damn right I did." Blink brought the bottle to her lips, ensuring the skull-and-crossbones logo faced out towards him as if she was posing in a commercial. She felt compelled to finish it in one gulp, and so she did, until the bottle shattered above her head as she leaned back to drink it in. Her eyes now glowed a dark purple, matching the darkspawn they had been fighting.
Bola growled again, sharp and under his breath. He moved into his defensive stance again, ready to catch her off guard.
Instead, a drunken Claire Ferguson turned around and made eye contact with her four companions and the three spinning wheels. They appeared to be doing just fine, but she immediately felt regret for running off as she usually did. "Don't worry!" She shouted out, almost singing a tune as she spoke, "I'm sorry I ran off! I'll save you!" She teleported away from Bola and towards her friends, leaving him alone and confused.
"I'll go after him, you guys handle those wheels!"
"Claire, wait-!" She could hear the Vision, but she was through the first portal much too fast for him to stop her.
She felt ready. Her power was surged as high as it had ever been before. As she ran towards those whirling spiked wheels, she stared with Bola with the full intention of going one vs one against him. She knew there was no way he'd match her speed now, teleporter or not. As she approaches the middle wheel, she began to actually transfer the teleportation energy directly onto herself, 'blinking' forward about three at a time consistently. To an onlooker, it seemed like she was actually zipping in and out of reality.
She dove over the middle wheel as the spike protruded upwards. Blink phased through the metallic part as she rolled forward onto the ground behind it and continued to move towards Bola. "I'm coming for you!" She screamed, the adrenaline rising through her body.
"You left your friends behind to fight me one on one?" Bola asked, half-impressed and half-bewildered. "You gave up a numbers advantage even though I was smashing you already? You're like a child. A baby." He spit his words his venom. No respect.
"What the fuck did you call me?" Blink asked back. She could hear her inner monologue calling herself a potty mouth.
"A selfish, over-confident, little girl."
Even though it seemed like he might strike first, he didn't. Partially because he was deliberately coaxing her into attacking him, in a defensive stance. Also partially because she didn't give him the chance to even decide. Blink zipped forward with as much speed and rage as you could imagine. She teleported to the left of Bola and threw a spinning kick, but intentionally ported behind him as he defended it to kick his shoulder. This time, for the first time, her foot found purchase. She staggered him forward, but he used the momentum to swing the over-sized blade backwards and slice through her. Blink teleported away.
For the first time in this fight, Blink felt like she was actually finding her targets. She would teleport several times around Bola, who would whirl the massive sword around defensively and swing it when he thought he'd catch her. She land a kick to his jaw, or an elbow against his stomach. The problem was, she was very clearly not hurting him even she did hit him. She couldn't summon her weapons when she was surging this much power around her, and her attacks were hardly the strongest in the Omniverse. Finally, she jabbed him in the nose and he backed up, seemingly shook. She went in for the kill.
Blink lept forward, her energy surge disappearing into mid-leap as she summoned two emerald, skinny, curved blades from that excess energy around her. She could feel her power coming back to normal, but she had an open shot and intended to take it. Suddenly, Bola's leg came up and Spartan-kicked her in the chest, right over her breasts but underneath her collar bone. She was sent flying backwards in a heap, off balance and onto her butt.
"You aren't a liberator," Bola growled, stepping forward. Blink looked up, whimpering from the pain in her chest. She put one hand on her chest area, the other lightly fondling a darkchip in her pocket. She considered whether or not to use it. "You are an attention-seeking whore, and you don't belong here. With me, with your friends or with Nebula. Die."
Bola suddenly brought her blade down. Blink briefly thought about whether or not someone would save her. Again. She didn't want to die, but she most certainly didn't want to be saved from her own stupid choices again. She had to survive this fight somehow, on her own merit.
Suddenly an energy blasted out from the darkchip. It was mixture of gold and ebony swirling around her and Bola like a cloud. One of her hands came up blasted some of her own green special stuff into the down-swinging sword, bouncing it backwards suddenly. In her other hand appeared a glowing black bottle. At first it seemed pixelated, but then started to almost create itself into reality. Blink stumbled to her feet, staring at Bola. "You!" He growled, as if he was suddenly very offended. "You stole the rum!"
"You are damn right I did." Blink brought the bottle to her lips, ensuring the skull-and-crossbones logo faced out towards him as if she was posing in a commercial. She felt compelled to finish it in one gulp, and so she did, until the bottle shattered above her head as she leaned back to drink it in. Her eyes now glowed a dark purple, matching the darkspawn they had been fighting.
Bola growled again, sharp and under his breath. He moved into his defensive stance again, ready to catch her off guard.
Instead, a drunken Claire Ferguson turned around and made eye contact with her four companions and the three spinning wheels. They appeared to be doing just fine, but she immediately felt regret for running off as she usually did. "Don't worry!" She shouted out, almost singing a tune as she spoke, "I'm sorry I ran off! I'll save you!" She teleported away from Bola and towards her friends, leaving him alone and confused.
Quote:Blink's energy surge has ended and she has activated the darkchip 'Where the Rum Went.'
Quote:WHERE THE RUM WENT - T2 transformation
Upon activating this Darkchip, it generates a cloud of electric gold-on-black miasma, which constructs a pixelated bottle of rum in your hand - complete with skull-and-crossbones label embossed with glowing circuitry. The bottle rapidly fades into more solid corporeality. Drinking from the bottle forces you drain the entire thing, causing the bottle to shatter, and the following transformation to occur for one full round.
+7 ATK
+5 DEF
+0 SPD
-2 TEC (Or sets the ability score straight to 0 if the user has less than 3 TEC)
While the transformation is active, your eyes glow dark maroon, visible alcohol fumes waft from your body, and you fairly reek of fruity booze. The user may feel the urge to sing raunchily, or act on first-impulses. When the transformation ends, you will, naturally, have a darkness-fueled hangover for the following round.
Her current stat line-up is 9/7/5/0. Feel free to roleplay her as drunk as you like. I do not imagine her to be a classy drunk.
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