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| Roland Redwayne vs Glory | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2017, 04:38 AM (370 Views) | |
| Reggie | Nov 29 2017, 04:38 AM Post #1 |
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God of Destruction
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The ground was set a blazed, with a subtle coal of flames. (D-Rank) 2 LP paid per turn to ignore. Other than the flames, it is a bed of sand which you're all fighting on. |
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| JustInTime | Dec 5 2017, 05:28 AM Post #2 |
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The events that transpired before being tossed into the arena had made Roland return to the near catatonic state he had experienced before during the massacre, it was his mind's manifestation of foregoing the idea of living. For the second time in such a short period of time, he had simply stood in wait to be executed. In his traumatic state, he followed instructions without any urgency, and offered little more than facial gestures in an almost zombie-like manner. However, as the situation became clear along the way to the arena, he realized it was the first time for what felt like an eternity where he would have control over his actions. Regardless of Roland coming to that conclusion, there was a nothingness that pushed any and all other feelings away. It felt as though his emotions had been spent, and all that remained was the internal conflict of whether he wanted it to all be over with, or if he wanted to live. As he stepped into the arena, his eyes did not look forward to meet with the other person standing across from himself, they went down towards the sand. The abundance of minerals that surrounded him in the form of the billions of speckles that was the sand made him close his eyes and remember a time before Africa, a time that now seemed so distant, yet the memory was no more than a few months past. As he bent down to reach for the sand, which he intended to bring closer to his face for inspection, the floor suddenly caught fire. He was reminded in an instant of his purpose in the arena. Instinctively, he stood back straight and with a subtle gesture of his hand, the sand beneath his feet compressed onto one another, creating an elevated platform of beautiful, translucent crystals that would raise him over the burning surface. In creating his platform, he would finally lay his eyes on the other figure in the room. It was a girl. Despite her slender frame, and beaten demeanor that was not too different from his own, Roland’s eyes saw little other than a key in her stead. In a different time, perhaps Roland would have apologized for what was to transpire between them, but as it was, Roland’s internal conflict had ended as the fire beneath them had been lit. He’d seen the display of power from Mercutio and his pack. Roland had grown up being told he would one day shape the world, and upon trying to make sense of anything, he had seen his purpose fulfilled by another. Mercutio had turned the World on its axis in no longer than minutes. None of those present had been able to stop him from doing so. That much he could be sure of, and it stood out from his scrambled thoughts. Despite the pain and the burning sensation that the thought of his new reality brought, before the nothingness washed it away, Roland felt admiration towards Crimsoul. His will had been absolute. Roland had witnessed true power, and if he was honest with himself, he wanted to know what it had felt like. His lifeless eyes locked onto the girl. He brought his hands forward as he got ready to conduct the orchestra of minerals that surrounded them. If Roland intended to retain his sanity, he would make something of the experience.This would be the first stepping stone to his path, towards power. Summary, Techniques, & LP Edited by JustInTime, Dec 5 2017, 05:32 AM.
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| jac600 | Dec 6 2017, 05:45 AM Post #3 |
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Music A young woman would stand at the other end of the room from Roland. Arms crossed together in a fearful manour with her head tucked low. She was confused and very scared, the tears had not stopped flowing from her eyes since the event. Indeed, the poor girl was coming to grasp with the concept of what it would mean to die. To loose all of her dreams, and let go of all the attachments she made in this world. It did not make her angry or upset, just miserable. Wanting to cling on to whatever hope she might that once this was all over. She could possibly go home. Glory ran her hands through her hair “H-hot, watches cracks, too deep.” Her anxious utterings could be heard. She cried out in alarm when the floor lit on fire, the fox designs across her shoes smeared with ash already. Taking in a panicked breath seeing a large, threatening looking boy across the way. In just a split second after seeing him it was clear, she knew exactly what he was thinking. His blank eyes could not shroud him from her skills of empathy. Swallowing, she would take the sweater she’d been clinging onto and would lay it on the ground. Looking up without a dream of hostility in her mind. She gave her best effort to speak slowly and clearly. Knowing that she had to do her best now more than ever. “The canvas was taken away from all of us today, think deeper than the Crimson, Seashelled one.” Glory says, addressing him. With that, it was all she could do to hold out her hands for just a few moments in the hope that he would come so they could share even a small guesture of affection. She really, really needed a hug to feel like the world wasn't ending. And extended this trust to the man before her. At this moment she was no warrior, no obstacle to be in his way for great power. She was just an odd little girl without a friend to turn to. Even if it coulden’t last forever, a moment of calm would mean more to her than anything else. |
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| JustInTime | Dec 7 2017, 09:12 AM Post #4 |
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Nothing was the same. Roland expected himself to feel something out of the girl's reaction to the situation. How she'd act towards the fire, or being tossed into an arena only to come to their own conclusions as to why. Perhaps even about the fact that he stood before her, ready to begin his onslaught and she offered him an embrace. Roland couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself. That he had so quickly lost such a deep aspect of his humanity. But in the end, it was a good kind of disappointment, the one that meant he was ready for what was next. He felt nothing for her, if not an urge to put her out of her misery. What would it say about him after all, if his conviction would be so quickly broken. As it tends to be the case with most humans, when they see things they subconsciously hate about themselves on others, he saw in her a reflection of his state, and he hated every part of it, or thought he did, as he could not feel even that. She represented the other side of the coin, the one he had just convinced himself was wrong. The one that wanted it all to be over with. Roland assumed the nothingness was clarity. The void allowed him to see past emotions. Through it, he could understand that his parents weren't coming back, that it was do or die, and that the feeling of helplessness could perhaps be washed away by, well, not being helpless. He was in control. The arena was his new playground to begin shaping, and the girl was in it. It was that violent line of thought that was able to make Roland feel a semblance of something beneath the void. It gave him purpose. In having been so sure of his own death, there was no promise of a future but the one at hand. The concept of right, wrong, and the law were all scrambled in his head, but he knew what he wanted. From his crystal platform his eyes traced the girl, her every move, her every breath as he tried to understand anything about her. The sand shifted about in a restless manner around her, almost as if Roland's nervous system was feeling her through it. It twitched about as if desert snakes moving beneath, a representation of his state as well, no doubt. The concerto had begun, and it was time to play his role of the maestro. Without further ado Roland reeled his left hand back at the wrist, and motioned it forward almost rhythmically. With the motion of his left, he'd freeform the scalding sand to jump towards her not unlike when one slams a hand into the water and the splash follows, in an attempt to obscure her vision and stick on her, the temperature giving her something to have to deal with. Simultaneously, in a more graceful ondulated motion with his right, a series of crystal shards would solidify themselves and fly rapidly in her direction from his front, somewhat hidden behind the sand. Summary, Techniques, & LP
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| jac600 | Dec 8 2017, 11:16 PM Post #5 |
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Glory's eyes would widen in a now terrible, inescapable fear. She felt like a sleeve of iron had been put over her entire body. Suffocating away any preconception about the good nature of people. If his mask wasn't a lie, then what else could it mean? Instinctively, she would lower her arms with no small measure of regret. Choking back a small sob before standing up as loudly as a mouse. Not even having a plan. As soon as he even twitched to make to attack her, something she'd found more and more likely with each passing moment of his silence and genuine sense of pure apathy towards her. She would backpedal directly away. Her eyes didn't even look down to the sand as it came in her direction. All that Glory had to see was Roland. His face, and the movements of his body. By the time the sand and shards would have reached her she was out of their relatively short reach. Through practice, the girl knew that every member of her own family had about the same range with their own quirk, and it was a tactic she'd picked up on in training. Breathing a sigh of relief after having almost fallen backwards from her speedy getaway. She would scramble along the ground to pick up a particularly hot coal. Her body blocking Roland's view as she'd whine at it's heat while using her scarf to hold it. Almost immediately after, her head would shoot back like an animal to get another look at him. |
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| JustInTime | Dec 11 2017, 07:08 AM Post #6 |
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Roland watched as the girl picked up on his intent, not that it was hidden from the start, but found it intriguing that she'd opted towards running as her choice. He crossed his arms before his chest and waited. He saw as the shards went out towards their maximum range and fell on the floor. He saw as she picked up something but could not particularly make up what it was. After going through the trouble of creating such a nice platform, he wasn't about to go chasing after the girl. If she continued to run, he presumed the fire would eventually take care of her. Roland offered a disappointed look in her direction as she looked back towards him. As he found it quite irritating that his vision of her being impaled by the crystals had yet to come true. Despite wanting to fulfill his will, he was not desperate to do so. The human interaction they were having, was all too interesting to him. Summary, Techniques, & LP |
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| jac600 | Dec 12 2017, 03:21 PM Post #7 |
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Glory’s heart was racing even after avoiding the simple attack. She had no idea what she was doing, and indeed had not even taken the time to fully recognize the quirk that he was using. Hell, she dident even fully realized that he had missed her in the first place. But she had no time to dwell on what was going on. The deep versed instinct within all life to survive had surphaced in her and possessed her actions like the strings of fate itself. So, after barely pausing. She would rush back. Body moving involuntarily as she crushed the price of coal right in her hands into a blazing hot sand. With as much momentum as possible she would run in two meters closer to Roland. Before in an instant a white energy would envelop the projectile and she would cast it forward. Aiming at his eyes as the sheer velocity caused it to break apart like a shotgun blast of black hot grainy dust. If her attack was successful then she would continue to run right at the man who was now her greatest threat to survival. Otherwise, she would pause in order to take action. Wanted him thrown off guard so he could be finished. However now that she had stepped away from her tiny protective sweater on the ground her meager, decorative clothing. Particularly her shoes burned ravenously. Cinders licked at her feat and ankles. Forcing a not so soft cry of pain. (Techniques used: Point blank shot. Due to her filled to the brim technique. Glory does not take a stamina debuff on this technique. LP remaining: 15 out of 25.) Edited by jac600, Dec 13 2017, 03:15 PM.
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| JustInTime | Dec 13 2017, 07:40 AM Post #8 |
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Roland watched with curiosity as the girl decided to turn and run back towards him. It seemed she had finally accepted her fate, and decided to part-take in their dance. “Good.” He might’ve heard himself say upon the sight. Before he could even tell, a smile had formed on his lips as she drew closer. He readied himself once more, bringing his hands forward from his chest loosely. Roland took note as she crushed the piece of whatever it was she had grabbed a hold of, and how suddenly a glowing aura had sent the projectile flying in his direction as smaller bits. His eyes opened wide in an almost maniacal fashion, as he shot his hand forward in response before she was fully within the two meters of distance, being aware that distance favored his combat style. “Wither.” The words escaped his lips satisfactorily. Those were the last words he remembered before everything had been embellished in crimson. The words had power to them, he felt. A chuckle escaped his lips as he imitated Crimsoul. As he shot his hand forward he sent a barrage of crystal shards once more, this time to take care of the brunt of her and then keep going to meet her as she charged. “Are you watching?” He asked what seemed to be the air as what insignificant bits made it to him were ignored with further concerns, hoping that Mercutio was spectating the matches. Summary, Techniques, Enhancement & LP
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| jac600 | Dec 13 2017, 03:39 PM Post #9 |
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Glory would gasp in surprise, holding up her arms in terror for a moment as she realized he was outperforming her attack with the bigger, more focused wave of crystal. She covered her eyes to prevent them from being torn up like her attack would no doubt have done. Yet still every part of the front of her body would be battered. Immediantly making her look like a victim of war. Tears at her eyes, now more than ever desperation’s strings pulled her hands. As if possessed, she would continue forward with the last of her strength to do what she had to do. The agony in her feat was relived only for a moment as she follows her greatest desire. Hoping up on the platform with him for just as long as it took to try and grab Roland. There was no safety eve on this stone, not for her, and not for him. If she could grab onto his shirt and arm she would try to exicute a technique she’d cleanely practiced for years on her mother’s direction. It would involve picking up her opponent and almost entirely flipping him before throwing him down with overwhelming force on his neck. Aiming to shatter it. If she successfully threw him then he would feel the wrenching sensation from head to toe as vibrant, deadly blue energy surrounded his body. It would be like an Olympic athlete threw him to the ground with three times the force of normal. It would be so devastating that it would shatter the pedestal outright and the kickback would send her flying almost ten feet back. Where the scalding floor would burn her back. Leaving her sobbing in pain and evenly wounded across her whole suffering body. (Techniques used, restraint. +2 to power. Deadly throw. EP’s used: Power overwhelming. Her attack get’s an additional +2 to stamina but overall reduces her stamina by 2. LP remaining: 0 out of 25) |
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| JustInTime | Dec 13 2017, 06:25 PM Post #10 |
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Roland’s smile disappeared as the girl he had believed to have given up from the start had taken the shards and was coming at him still with some intent of her own. The girl had been willing to take the hit in order to keep going, the sight of blood made Roland a tad excited, however there was no time to express anything as she was upon him. The sight made Roland adjust his stance to a more balanced center of gravity, believing she intended to simply tackle him or something alike. As she climbed the platform and reached to grab a hold of him, he took a step back and brought his hands to his chest akin to a mummy.He knew it was too late for him to dodge anything, and his backpedalling had served little purpose other than allowing him to call upon his quirk. As he was flung in place, the very crystals of the platform on which they stood broke free and wrapped themselves around Roland’s body, not unlike the chrysalis stage of a moth. Upon contact with the floor the crystal skin would be shattered, however it would absorb a great portion of the toss. There was a stinging sensation that travelled through Roland’s body as the wave of pain rippled through his body. There was a loud ringing in his ears from the impact, and he was certain there was a taste of iron in his saliva. As he stumbled to an unbalanced stand and his blurry vision cleared, he was able to notice the girl’s limp body some feet away. He took short steps, clearly in pain as he limped towards her. Once within range, he pressed his teeth together and stretched out his hand in her direction, making a crushing motion with it. “WITHER, WITHER, WITHER!” He repeated desperately, as a feeling of exhaustion was becoming very present along with suffering the effects of the burning floor for the first time. He was intending to see his will enforced upon Glory. Summary, Techniques, Enhancement, LP, & Stats Edited by JustInTime, Dec 13 2017, 07:05 PM.
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| jac600 | Dec 13 2017, 07:18 PM Post #11 |
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When Glory saw Roland form a second skin made out of hardened crystal all around his body. It made her more scared than even when he’d quoted the very evil evil that had put them all in this horrible situation, however. Because he became more dense. Her quirk was even more effective as the hardness of He projectile effected the energy released. Still, the moment she landed she felt no sense of safety. This tug of war with their lives was due to end in any instant. And she couldent bare to be at the loosing end. She pulled her body back into the exploded remains of the crystal spire, seized her fingers around a medium, spear like shard of the material. And turned back to throw it with great power aimed at Roland’s body. Then, like a puppet with her strings cut. She fell down, curling into a ball and fighting to breath. Hoping that it would be over. That killing him would stop the crystals forming around her body from crushing her to death. She envied her family, and felt as if she would be with them soon. One way or another. (Techniques maintained: Restaint. +2 to power. Techniques used: Point blank shot. LP remaining: -12) |
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| Reggie | Dec 13 2017, 08:55 PM Post #12 |
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God of Destruction
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Glory faded from the world they saw, Roland is victor. |
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