07-02-2018, 01:47 AM
A swollen ball of lilac energy catapulted towards Desman, his vision going blurry as it hit, sending him into a sort of temporary coma.
“Finally, a chance to pay back this Vision knock-off for stealing my signature weapons.” The Merc with a mouth tried to rush his partner’s current opponent before being stopped by the gold-haired hunk. Their weapons clashed together with a striking clang that would make Thor jealous. “Come on! What’s the point of copyrighting things if some anime fool can come through and steal them!? That’s like putting Wolverine’s claws - rest his soul - on some spunky ass little girl! If everyone’s doing it then it's not ‘SIG-NA-TURE’, is it?”
As the two locked blades and the competitive spark launched from their eyes, Erik summoned his sacred blades. He then rushed in to do as much damage as he could before the dishonorable imitator could regain his mind. “This will teach you to steal from me!” His hilariously high pitched voice squeaked over the frosty winds as he went in for the first of many attacks.
Darkness consumed the mind shared by the infinite personalities, the current dominant one and the one that created this lightless serenity around him.
“Stupid child.Why did you bring me back in here…” The whispered voice was somehow both electronic and gravelly. The robot took the time to look over his shoulder to find the boy laying there motionless. “Good, I don’t need him waking up any time soon. The coward would be utterly useless for what we need to do next.”
“And what exactly would you need him to do?” Asked a clearly female voice from a vaguely feminine shaped light bound between two pillars of shadow.
“You’ll find out soon enough…” The rough voice was intentionally vague. “Now if you excuse me, my other self is starting to rebuild his mind.” He smiled. “If I’m not there he might wake up, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” With a motion of a popped collar and the feeling of a sly grin, he casually stepped back up to the wheel.
Erik was right up in Desman’s face, slashing and stabbing all over with his violet, glowing blades. Each of his movements too erratic for Desman to predict. Instead, the human male bit his tongue and lay there taking each of the stinging blows. He stayed perfectly still, any movement would alert the baby mage to the fact that he was conscious. Not that it really mattered with the brown-haired boy only coming up to his thighs. Now that he thought about it, he could probably kick the little runt a fair distance away if he wanted to.
“Hey, there son.” A dark smirk appeared on Desman’s face as the annoying child looked up to see a hand above his head. They locked eyes briefly. “Catch.”
”One... Two... Three strikes and you’re out!” Deadpool’s commentary could be heard over the electric blue shots as they tear into his partner. The fourth-wall-breaking-wonder’s fun is cut off shortly before he could say much more.
“I will not be ignored by you, Jester. You best keep your eyes on the battle, fool!!” Gilgamesh roared like the proud lion his blonde mane reminded Desman of. A number of gold portals rippled into existence above his head. A moment later a multitude of gorgeous weapons lanced through the air to chase after the costumed clown.
“Aw~! Are you jealous because I have my attention on someone else?” The madman taunted gleefully as he maneuvered through the weapons that rained down on him, narrowly dodging most of them, but taking hits from more than enough due to the slippery terrain. “Sweetheart, you ought to know by now I only have eyes for you~!” He sang as heavenly as possible, the dagger through his foot aiding in the perfect pitch for that high note.
The God-King’s patience have already worn thin and this was but the second round. This man... this jester irritated him beyond relief. Gilgamesh would like to cut out his tongue, or better yet, decapitate the obnoxious fool. “Forget about the child!” He snapped at Desman. “Help me to silence this bubbling lunatic. He grates on my nerves almost more than you do.”
“Your Majesty, you wound my pride!” The charming child faked pity, then launched himself into another torrent of attacks! Or at least attempted it.
The playful tyke’s tackle was stopped by Desman’s hand upon his head. With Desman’s arm straightened out and his palm in the head-pat place, the little boy could do little to fix his predicament. Erik glared up into Des’ eyes, his tendrils starting to unravel to prove how superior he was. Before that could unfold, however, Desman, with the dark toned-voice he developed since the first fight, caught the mage off guard, “Your turn. Boy” Cyan psychic lights came to his otherwise amber colored eyes.
“Finally, a chance to pay back this Vision knock-off for stealing my signature weapons.” The Merc with a mouth tried to rush his partner’s current opponent before being stopped by the gold-haired hunk. Their weapons clashed together with a striking clang that would make Thor jealous. “Come on! What’s the point of copyrighting things if some anime fool can come through and steal them!? That’s like putting Wolverine’s claws - rest his soul - on some spunky ass little girl! If everyone’s doing it then it's not ‘SIG-NA-TURE’, is it?”
As the two locked blades and the competitive spark launched from their eyes, Erik summoned his sacred blades. He then rushed in to do as much damage as he could before the dishonorable imitator could regain his mind. “This will teach you to steal from me!” His hilariously high pitched voice squeaked over the frosty winds as he went in for the first of many attacks.
Darkness consumed the mind shared by the infinite personalities, the current dominant one and the one that created this lightless serenity around him.
“Stupid child.Why did you bring me back in here…” The whispered voice was somehow both electronic and gravelly. The robot took the time to look over his shoulder to find the boy laying there motionless. “Good, I don’t need him waking up any time soon. The coward would be utterly useless for what we need to do next.”
“And what exactly would you need him to do?” Asked a clearly female voice from a vaguely feminine shaped light bound between two pillars of shadow.
“You’ll find out soon enough…” The rough voice was intentionally vague. “Now if you excuse me, my other self is starting to rebuild his mind.” He smiled. “If I’m not there he might wake up, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” With a motion of a popped collar and the feeling of a sly grin, he casually stepped back up to the wheel.
Erik was right up in Desman’s face, slashing and stabbing all over with his violet, glowing blades. Each of his movements too erratic for Desman to predict. Instead, the human male bit his tongue and lay there taking each of the stinging blows. He stayed perfectly still, any movement would alert the baby mage to the fact that he was conscious. Not that it really mattered with the brown-haired boy only coming up to his thighs. Now that he thought about it, he could probably kick the little runt a fair distance away if he wanted to.
“Hey, there son.” A dark smirk appeared on Desman’s face as the annoying child looked up to see a hand above his head. They locked eyes briefly. “Catch.”
”One... Two... Three strikes and you’re out!” Deadpool’s commentary could be heard over the electric blue shots as they tear into his partner. The fourth-wall-breaking-wonder’s fun is cut off shortly before he could say much more.
“I will not be ignored by you, Jester. You best keep your eyes on the battle, fool!!” Gilgamesh roared like the proud lion his blonde mane reminded Desman of. A number of gold portals rippled into existence above his head. A moment later a multitude of gorgeous weapons lanced through the air to chase after the costumed clown.
“Aw~! Are you jealous because I have my attention on someone else?” The madman taunted gleefully as he maneuvered through the weapons that rained down on him, narrowly dodging most of them, but taking hits from more than enough due to the slippery terrain. “Sweetheart, you ought to know by now I only have eyes for you~!” He sang as heavenly as possible, the dagger through his foot aiding in the perfect pitch for that high note.
The God-King’s patience have already worn thin and this was but the second round. This man... this jester irritated him beyond relief. Gilgamesh would like to cut out his tongue, or better yet, decapitate the obnoxious fool. “Forget about the child!” He snapped at Desman. “Help me to silence this bubbling lunatic. He grates on my nerves almost more than you do.”
“Your Majesty, you wound my pride!” The charming child faked pity, then launched himself into another torrent of attacks! Or at least attempted it.
The playful tyke’s tackle was stopped by Desman’s hand upon his head. With Desman’s arm straightened out and his palm in the head-pat place, the little boy could do little to fix his predicament. Erik glared up into Des’ eyes, his tendrils starting to unravel to prove how superior he was. Before that could unfold, however, Desman, with the dark toned-voice he developed since the first fight, caught the mage off guard, “Your turn. Boy” Cyan psychic lights came to his otherwise amber colored eyes.
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Mimic'd mindbreak (-1 SP, 4/5 remaining)
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Yuuka Kazami
es is like that one meme like... "How many levels of Omniverse are you on?"Revan Noctis : Desman what are you currently doing in the omniverse?
Desman Black: I'm faking an engagement to a sex deamon to stop two samurai I accidently summoned whipping them in half, while also trying to stop them from doing the same thing to my best freind who is currently having relations with said deamon, and wh has now accidently summoned his previous girlfreind. So you know... normal stuff