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| Mod Bot | Apr 9 2018, 05:25 AM Post #1 |
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The Master
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Nala spoke to Demetri, "Hmm?' as she moved instinctively. Direction Chameleon, on the other hand, had all, but vanish once the wave of air was sent out to separate everyone. Using the sand that filled the air, he set his eyes on the large beast and the boy that came with him. Removing his chain from a compartment on the side of his suit, he began to swing it around. Lashing it out, he attempted to wrangle the beast by the mouth. ....tsk Spoiler: click to toggle
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| WISH Bot | Apr 9 2018, 05:40 AM Post #2 |
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Unknowingly to Vitality, WISH had some added insurance coming. |
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| DwagonKitsune | Apr 9 2018, 09:30 AM Post #3 |
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'Do they all really think they're so noble?' Artemis wondered as she watched everyone make their 'grand' speeches. It didn't make sense to the little girl. Even Mairu seemed to be affected by whatever was in the air. The pretty words that everyone spouted didn't matter much to the girl at all, as they all seemed to be just that. She had learned in her fight with Mercutio that what mattered in a fight was who was strongest, who was fastest. Words had no place where one could die, and the people in front of them certainly had that goal in mind. But before the fight could truly start, it seemed like the boss lady of the enemy wanted to try and even the playing field a bit. The orphan clung to her friends leg, a little bit desperately, until everything had settled down. The two had ended up in a group with the most people on both sides. 'Numbers don't win a battle though' The dour creature knew. The Crimson Fucker, the reason why their home was being invaded, had easily fended off numerous attackers all at once. Although back then they didn't work together. Why would strangers ever think to? With the thought of working together in mind, Artemis looked up to Mairu. She appeared to be in deep thought for a second before her fingers quickly signed out "Put me on your shoulder". In case her quick signing didn't get across, the little dragon rose up on her haunches even more and stretched both of her arms out, an almost universal sign to be picked up. It was a bit embarrassing, but Artie knew it was necessary. Not only would being on her friends shoulder reduce the risk of the little orphan being trampled, but she could also help him deal damage and defend his back, if need be. Once upon her not-so-lofty perch, Artemis would try to do her best to survey the situation. Her wings were outspread with her tail flicking out behind the two to help the little dragon keep her balance no matter how Mairu moved. Artie kept her head on a swivel, arctic eyes taking note on who was close in every direction and the movements of them. Her special glands had already started working, filling the creatures mouth with a chill that sent a shiver down her spine. Yet she kept her mouth closed, swallowing what excess she needed to to keep one of her only weapons ready. 'This time I won't lose. I can't.' summary
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| Queen Harmonia | Apr 9 2018, 08:10 PM Post #4 |
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Queen Harmonia, First of Her Name, Ruler of the Realm
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Cocky trash-talk out of the way, the platinum-haired petite woman stood firm and prepared, awaiting whatever was bound to come towards them. Flames continued to burn across her body, touching the sand at her feet and scorching it into small fragments of glass where it touched the grains. Her rainbow eyes locked onto the main threat; the World’s Number One Hero, Abyssal. Quite different to the last one, by all accounts. And she had some scary, cataclysmic powers on her hands. It made Alana want to engage in direct battle with the woman, but she had a shred of restraint within her as she waited for what would inevitably happen. It really was a low blow that Vitality had destroyed the island’s hospital in their landing, but she didn’t care too much about that, per se. It did make her chuckle about the hypocrisy that the Heroes had brought into her domain, but she would wait to burn those who opposed her into a crisp before she claimed any moral high ground. They threatened the only real freedom she had in the world, and for that, they would pay. The leader of Vitality squared up to Mercutio and Alana felt herself bristle up with annoyance at the sight, clenching her fists and looking down her nose at the other woman (in spite of her lacking height). It didn’t last for too long, however, before Abyssal released some of her amazing power. Lava burned up through the sands of the island at their feet, and started to rush out towards Mercutio’s followers; towards those who inhabited Elysium and were here to fight. The woman clad in rainbow fire narrowed her gaze and planted a foot back, steadying herself and throwing forth her arms while flames snaked up and down her appendages. “Watch out!!” She shouted over her shoulder, catching glimpses of the orphaned children behind her. She gritted her teeth and blasted out a small expulsion of flames towards the rushing lava, pushing herself backwards and out of its immediate path of destruction. It seemed that Abyssal hadn’t been aiming to hurt anyone in that attack, but the scale of it… she was now cut off from Mercutio and the other Generals of Adrestia in one fell swoop. “Tch…” She muttered, wiping some stray sand off her robes and turning on her heel to see who had decided to jump on them and cause harm to those she was sworn to protect. She… couldn’t see much of anything in amongst the whipped up sands, but spotted something metallic spring out of seemingly nowhere before lashing out towards the large creature that was now the guardian of Elysium. She faced the direction from whence the chain sprung from, orbs of fire now surrounding her instead of being cloaked all over her body. After a quick assessment, she noticed that all of the children and youngsters of Elysium were with her, and she was easily the highest ranked here out of the bunch. Not only that, but the eldest. In spite of her busy schedule and personal training, she did her absolute best to get to know the orphaned children of the islands when they first arrived, and in subsequent times since. She allowed those who asked (and kept things tidy) the usage of her art studio, and she even came to join in with the arts and crafts sessions. She assisted the kids who sought her out for training. She was generally the surrogate mother of Elysium, and although she had rebuked that when Mercutio first mentioned it, she had taken on the role with open arms. These kids had come to mean too darn much to her, having weasled their way right beneath her skin and into her heart. “Demetri!! Get our buddy to fight back if you can!” She called out to the blonde orphan who had (some semblance of) control over the huge beast, concerned about the speed with which that chain had flown. As the sands started to die down from the updraft, she could see a large number of Vitality operatives facing them down, and there was one more that she couldn’t see at all; she had only seen their chain appear and try to ensnare the Terrasque. “The fact that all of you are here with us… means that you want to fight, too. To defend our home.” She turned and addressed all of those orphans and other children around her, and then stepped up to the commanding position in front of everybody, arms outstretched with blazing rainbow eyes focused on the threat ahead. “It’s not gonna be easy. But we have unity! We can drive them back!” She would be lying if she said that this fight would be a synch, so she had to be somewhat honest with the kids. Although a lot of them were young, they had grown strong on the Iles of Elysium. And among them… she would be their leader. She wanted to bring them hope, she wanted to be their rallying point. “Stand with me!! I’ll see to it that none of you come to harm, and that we’ll drive these people out!” Alana thrust her wooden wizard’s staff skywards, wisps of rainbow fire dancing around her body and slowly embedding themselves one by one into her weapon of choice. With long, flowing hair blazing like a fire, and eyes alight with resolve, she grinned widely at those who dared invade their island. “Everyone!! On me!” She shouted, lowering her staff swiftly and pointing it dead ahead at their enemies. “In an environment of chaos… I thrive!” An almighty blast was loosed from the crooked end of her staff, and rainbow fire was sent hurtling right for those gathered on the opposite side of their shrunken battlefield. Utilising her own quirk mastery and now the amazing conduit nature of her staff, the range was… staggering. A wild grin was playing on her lips in the spectral light of her flames as they blazed forth, spinning her staff with flair and slamming it down into the sand at her feet. “ATTACK!!” The Sorcerer's Attire EP in Effect Technique Used LP Post Summary
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| Slayer | Apr 9 2018, 08:54 PM Post #5 |
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Tapu watched from his ready position as more and more people arrived, having been called by either the fire caused by Abyssal or the light emanating from Mercutio. Either one, it didn't really matter. They had been called and come to answer, much like he had even if their sides and circumstances were different. He scanned the arrivals as they came, a little surprised at how many of them were children that didn't exactly look the most fit for battle, but he did not discount any of them. He had been fighting since he was around their age as well and they were courageous enough to come to the battlefield. They deserved his respect, as much as he was able to give. He could do without everyone's speeches though. Everyone knew why they had come and what was going to happen, did they really need to lay their feelings on the line? Such a thing was only a waste of time but seeing as Abyssal and the rest of his side let it go on he did nothing, standing perfectly still and expressionless. Not that anyone would be able to see any emotion, with his face covered completely but for the eyes he was protected by more than just physical danger after all. Even some members of his own squad felt the need to say something, the most surprising being Manaia. He knew she wasn't the silent type like him and would possibly have issues with going up against children, but he didn't expect to be offering them safety even as they assembled against her. He realised her position, having her own children injured and even die in their war had affected her, but before she would have done the job anyway. At least he would have expected her to. Finally Abyssal was ready to move, once again speaking herself. She spoke again of his crimes, the people he killed. Like Manaia she gave the children a chance to leave before anything started to get too dangerous, but also let them know that there wouldn't be anything held back. He held the same stance as her, children or not he would give them what he had if they stood before him. It was the only way he knew to do things. She then separated the playing field, quite literally as she brought her hand down and swept the groups apart with a rush of wind. He covered his eyes with his forearm until the harsh winds stopped, and he was able to see that he had remained with the four that had come onto the team newly along with him, as well as the quite one named Chameleon before he disappeared. The bulk of Mercutio's forces had also come along for the ride, still on the opposite side even after being moved around. Preparing for the coming fight he activated his power, feeling his flesh ossify around his right hand before spreading to consume the rest of his body in the bone-like substance until he stood like a white stone statue, until he moved once more to look around at his team as they made whatever preparations they needed. He found the one he was looking for and closed the distance between them, placing his hand on the boy's metal arm underneath his strange illusion, allowing his bone to adapt and take on the same properties as the metal without completely changing. The only signs that anything had happened would be a faint shine now appearing on whatever bone was exposed through his suit and mask. His own preparations finished he turned to the mass of enemies, and started moving towards them, slowly walking rather than running. He hoped to strike fear in the weaker members and have them leave the fight before he was forced to hurt them, but he also didn't want to walk into any trap or ambush they may have set up. Whether he was followed or the others went another way he didn't care, they weren't the reason he was on this battlefield, so different from what he was used to and yet fundamentally the exact same. A gout of flame sprung forth from one of the enemies, reaching across the battlefield to strike at them. Even as it scorched his bone and sent pain through his body, strong though muted as it was, he forced himself forwards, simply shedding the damaged layers of his body and regrowing them as he had once before back in his homeland. The flames were more intense now though, and were burning him as fast as he could deal with it, taking a good deal of his concentration. He hoped it would stop soon, as the flames also interfered with his sight, making it tough to see anyone through the fire. Summary
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| Cobdogred | Apr 9 2018, 09:19 PM Post #6 |
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Derge did nothing and said nothing, simply watching everything that was unfolding in front of his eyes. They were showing up on after another claiming that they wanted to fight for their new home. Derge merely shook his head, he had little reason to fight in this battle for either side. It didn't matter that Mercutio was a wanted criminal any more than it did when the female hero attacked the island hospital. Such things had nothing to do with Derge at this point. There were so many people coming to join in on the action that Derge wondered if the attackers even stood a chance. For them to actually win they would need to be drastically stronger to match up against the multitude of orphans and islanders. While there were certainly people that were still weak like he was, there were also those that had done something with their lives and had become quite strong. Derge was ragged and didn't look like much, with all of the large personalities and powers running around he doubted anyone would directly target him. The siblings, for example, the ones that were crucial in their mock battle again Mercutio were already pretty strong back then. Derge had little doubt they had become even stronger since. With both Mercutio and the woman that was mentioned is the number 1 hero completely separated most of the danger was contained. Despite the biggest threats being taken away, there was still someone or something that lashed out. A chain lashed towards the large beast being control by one of the orphans. Derge wasn't exactly sure where the attack came from. It didn't matter, despite the devastatingly long range of the attack; he had no plans to attack nor confront the source. The teen simply slipped away from the commotion trying to head for his original goal. He kept low and tried to stay out of site at the others battle between themselves. As far as Derge cared the island and everyone else be damned. Derge was heading for the jet that the heroes came to the island on. They couldn't have left the thing unguarded could they have? While he didn't have the faintest idea of how to operate, little lone fly such a machine, logic wasn't about to stop the desperate orphan from trying. Derge stalked along the shore trying to stay as far away from the battles as possible. It would have been quicker if he used his quirk to get to it but a light quirk going off before the sun had even risen would draw too much attention. Even as he finally arrived at the general location of the flying machine, Derge chose to remain cautious of his surroundings and most of all, the possibility of someone attacking from within the plane. Slowly creeping around Derge checked out the plane making sure he was the only one nearby. Once the teen was certain he was, he walked towards the plane with a bit of cautious optimism. He crept towards it, reaching out for the handle on the door. Grabbing the handle, Derge pulled and twisted on it trying to get it open so he could get into the jet. |
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| Duck | Apr 9 2018, 09:24 PM Post #7 |
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The Never Sleeping Vampire Duck
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Abyssal couldn't be serious, Shirou had hoped, but the sheer cold that coated her being was like a poison dipped arrow. Watching children of all ages rush to the scene to protect their land had warmed Shirou's heart, and had him second guessing everything he had ever known. Memories of U.A trickled in his mind in the tense moment that made his limbs still and his wings press tight to his sides. A year ago he would have squealed and nearly cried at the sight of the number one hero being within fifty feet of his person, but here he stood, cold cut and silent. Time and time again he regrets never finishing highschool, and he wonders briefly how his ex-classmates were doing. How Eve was doing. How Flic was doing. But as much as he loved them, as much as he cared, no wasn't the time to wonder about those he treasured. Now was a time to question his morals. Each child, parentless and shouting fighting words to the heavens, struck a cord in the little birds chest. These kids didn't deserve death, nor did they deserve to have their home destroyed. They had made something out of nothing, and Mercutio had done this for them. Each of these so called heroes that he loved not even minutes before were dead to him. Feathers all over his body bristled as the heat in the air rose, and Shirou spread his wings taking off in the air with his flippers tucked. The massive walls that sprouted by the hands of Abyssal shocked Shirou, but he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. What a twisted bitch to single Mercutio out into a match that stunk of possible death. High in the air now, Shirou soared like a bullet through the sky observing the kicked up sand. There were children everywhere from the split on the front, but the first thing that caught his eye was an unfamiliar surge of beautiful flames. Shocked, his head turned down toward a small women with hair that reminded him of his rainbow colored quacks. Her words echoed out across the sand, and her flames nearly blew him away (literally). Gasping at the sheer range of her billowing flames, Shirou took a nose dive in the air bursting with speed. Using his wings, the massive bird shot toward the sand dusted beach twirling mid-air to kick up high winds. These wings would then surge the sand upward and out like a vortex to clear the vision of those attempting to look forward. "Fer'get the sand! Listen to yer' lead, 'n hit 'em with all you got, yup yup!" Shirou shout his own words of encouragement toward the children as he zipped through the sky. His movements were swift as he flew to flap at Alana's flank. He'd rather not be too close to the ground in front of her, as that'd make him a sore target. Death was probable, he knew this, and he was willing to do what he could-- Psh, oh yeah. As Shirou flapped his wings to keep himself in the air a few feet to Alana's right, he shot up his right wing before snapping it down in an odd action. The swoosh was like a signal that alerted several watching eyes. With this signal having been shot out in the air by a single white wing, several ducks emerged from clouds of sand that had yet to be brushed away. Each one flew toward an child with the intent to aid. One of the ducks, a slightly bigger black fowl with a red line of paint along his eyes rather than red, flapped his wings by Shirou's side. Clicking his tongue again, Shirou noted that a figure was slowly making his way toward their side with each haunting step he took. Shirou, having had a fair amount of experience with both battle and terrifying figures, remained unphased. It was noted, however, that the man was not to be understimated, and that he was confident enough to head toward them without fear. "Sands're taken cared of, Misses. Fair warnin'! When I use my quirk my cheeks puff out real large, 'n when I do I want you to cover yer' ears 's best ya' can. You ain't in my range to be blown back, but the sound can't be negated," he informed Alana. Shirou would rather the head of the group of children he didn't know wasn't defeaned temperarly by rining ears whenever the time may come. Using his quacks now would be stupid, he thought, as it'd only get in peoples way. They were, as they should be, a last resort. quack quack
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| Will | Apr 10 2018, 02:03 AM Post #8 |
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Will
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This was it. Vitality had come for the bounties of Adrestia. They all looked tough and determined to take down all of Elysium but Negan was more than determined to keep that from happening. As long as Rosa was with him then the two of them could do incredible things. Abyssal may be strong but surely Mercutio could best her, right? Only time would tell. Negan was about to spring into action when Abyssal made her move, creating a large barrier that separated her and Mercutio from the rest of everyone. When Negan looked around he couldn't see Gjoll or any of the Suo's which probably meant that they had been separated as well. Whether or not they were with Abyssal and Mercutio was impossible to tell. The maroon-haired boy hoped that they would be alright. Oh well, no point in worrying about them now. He had to focus on the enemies right in front of him. This was his new home, his new family. He would protect it at all costs. Alana would speak up, attempting to rally everyone properly and raise the morale. Their opponents may have been strong but so were they, not to mention Elysium had the numbers advantage. Negan looked around at everyone that was with them as Alana continued to speak. He recognized many faces and he had gotten to know a lot of them pretty well. It didn't matter that he didn't know some of them. They were all united together under the same goal. Protect home. Alana would mention driving out the invaders to which Negan grinned. "We will do more than just drive them out, Alana." He said as he stood behind Rosa, both hands resting on his sister's shoulders. "They're going to learn not to fuck with us." There was a fire in the boy's eyes, an indicator that he was more than ready to throw down. These people dared come to his front door? Attempt to hurt his friends? his sister? They would learn the consequences of such a bold act. ![]() The flamethrower that Alana had shot out collided with one of the enemies, engulfing the man in flames. However when Negan squinted he could see that that the man was walking through it, somehow able to deal with the fire. "Why don't we help her out, eh Rosa?" The maroon-haired boy said, extending his right arm past her head so that his palm was now in front of her body. Once Tapu was in range, Negan activated his quirk, firing a concentrated explosion directly at Tapu in an effort to help Alana damage the man some more. At this time two ducks would come up to Negan and Rosa. It was an odd thing to see but Negan figured they were an underling of the larger duck that seemed to be conversing with Alana. The maroon-haired boy wasn't exactly sure where the army of ducks had even come from but he was glad they were on his side. The more people fighting to defend Elysium the better the chance of winning was. Negan moved his left hand down to Rosa's, attempting to grab his hand in hers. If they need to fuse they would be able to do it with a simple thought as long as their fingertips were touching. Judging by what they were up against, it was only inevitable for them to fuse. Sooner or later they would be outmatched and that meant they would have to power up in their fused form. "Get ready, sister. We don't know how strong these people are so we can't underestimate them." Negan stood at the ready, ever vigilant of danger. Summary Techs and Lp Negan's items
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| CrabSage | Apr 10 2018, 02:03 AM Post #9 |
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ABS Master Memesmith
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Abyssal had used her quirk to separate the people into groups, and thankfully for Rosa, she was still with Negan. Looking at how many were around the girl was shocked. She forgot just how many people were willing to fight on Elysium, but then she remembered her first day on the islands. Of course so many would want to defend the place they called home. They didn't have anywhere else to go. The enemies were outnumbered heavily, but Rosa figured they would be strong if Abyssal wanted them. Besides staying close to her brother, the girl wasn't sure of what to do. That was until the white-haired woman, Alana started to speak to the group. Unity... That was what Mercutio wanted us to go by. When she felt hands on her shoulders, Rosa almost jumped. But looking up she saw her brother, with a look in his eyes she hadn't seen him with before. He was sure of what they would do, but the young girl was nervous about the situation. All she could add was a nod and mumble "Y-Yeah." Fighting these people would mean there was no going back. Adrestia was all that was left for her and her brother. As the first attacks started, Rosa remained in front of Negan. If anyone wanted to try hitting him, they would have to get past the white-haired girl first. "I-I won't let anyone hit you." As her older brother fired off a blast the girl looked away, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching or throwing something at them. She would be the shield until they needed to fuse. As she looked around the girl saw two ducks coming closer, but birds were usually friends on Elysium. Like the nice chicken nurses and the scary goose. Feeling her brother's hand touch one of hers, Rosa held on tight. Fusing would have to happen at some point. And it reassured the girl that no matter what Negan was right behind her. He said for her to get ready, but she already was. After being on Elysium for so long the girl was usually on edge, expecting an attack from somewhere. Her rubber body would help somewhat, but there was no telling what kind of quirks the people attacking had. Rosa started to breathe rapidly as the weight of the situation sunk in. Thanks to the bounties this was life or death. But so long as she had Negan, she could stand up to anyone. Summary Techs & LP
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| FritzingHell | Apr 10 2018, 04:17 AM Post #10 |
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With everyone having been arriving, Lyra's own heart had become more and more steadfast in her decision to stay and fight. Even the appearances Demetri's gigantic pet and the massive amounts of people who came out to assist in the fight were able to quell the maelstrom of hesitation going on within her own mind. Her mind was also taking note of the others who seemed out of place in the crew of Abyssal, those who were closer to her own age or actually spoke as opposed to the main three which stood around the Infernal Heroine. She did not have long, however, as it seemed that Abyssal was finally making her move, speaking about how meager trick such as a child meatshield was going to stop her. In all honesty, that does sound like a smart as hell tactic that might have been wholly unintentional on Mercutio's part, but then again that kind of shield was pretty unnecessary after seeing the massive size of forces that will help out. Then that massive attack came. Her eyes widened as she dove away from the attack, though unnecessarily as the lava walls were only intended to separate the large groups apart from one another. The masked woman's own fanciful ideas of this being an easy because of the numbers game being heavily weighted in their favor were quickly dashed away. Sheer power trumped numbers, and Abyssal was proving that all too well. Though, it seemed that she was going to be focusing all of her efforts onto Mercutio. "That bastard better not die," She muttered under her breath, before turning her gaze to the group in front of them. It was the group of fledglings along with one third of the top dogs of Vitality. And then her own side which seemed... Smaller? Scanning the crowd, she easily noticed some of those that arrived were absent. Satoshi, Fearocity, Fran, and the returning Sonomi. Cursing under her breath, Lyra was rather distraught over their absence as they were some of the heavy hitters of this island. Leaving her crowd with most of the rank and file orphans who only crawled out of the woodwork, Demetri and his monster which was currently dealing with Chameleon, Alana, some weird talking duck, the twins, and a particular person that seemed to share a similar situation as her with the mouth scars. And that was before the plethora of orphans who just seemed to fill in the gaps between all of them. Sighing to herself, Lyra wondered the hell to do as she listened to Alana speak, preparing to unleash the papers underneath her robes in an attempt to assist the woman in whatever she was planning on doing. Approaching her direction, Lyra was almost about to aid her until the moment she lifted up her staff and created flames. "Nope nope nope frick nope," Lyra muttered silently to herself, quickly rushing as far away from Alana as possible. By all means possible, she did NOT want to deal with anyone that can throw around fire on a whim. Lyra did agree with Alana's sentiments, but not enough to risk any kind of advantages that she could provide. Strutting away from Alana, Lyra noticed an extra couple of footsteps behind her which clapped against the rocky ground behind her, and with a quick glance was apparently a darkly dressed duck. Her eye twitched upon the sight and just chose to ignore it for now, as the twins decided to aid Alana in her explosive, burning blast against their foes. Seeing no use for her own talents as of now, the young woman decided to stand by the side of Crawford, the man whose mouth was on full display to see. The young woman couldn't help but take multiple glances, seeing the scarred damage far outweighing her own which was still hidden behind her mask. Bringing a hand up to her own mask, she could feel the burning feelings of her scars' own phantom pains, as this man was showing it all. And, since she was useless during the complete onslaught of Alana and the twins, Lyra had to take this time of respite to get an answer. "How..." Lyra spoke, speaking slowly as she was trying to craft her sentence together, "Who... are you? And how can you show... your, erm... Wounds like that? Weren't you co-covering them to hide them?" It was hard to even utter out these words as this was the first time she has met someone whose condition was similar... No, far worse to her own. Time and time again, she was being shown up by all these people who lead completely worse lives and still walked forward, and Lyra was still caught on her own hangups. It was both humiliating, as time and time again she felt petty and nonsensical to cling on. Even if it was petty and selfish, she wanted to know, even if she could die in the very next hour when it didn't even matter. Summary
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| Infinity Gohan | Apr 10 2018, 04:55 AM Post #11 |
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Taller than You
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The boy was distraught like never before, feeling like his pleas had fallen on completely deaf ears as the adults went about their speeches. Maybe if he was bigger, if he was stronger, they would have paid attention to him, to what he had to say... But all they did was go on about stuff Mercutio had done, the boy struggling to see passed his tears. For a moment, the boy was shocked to hear that not only did the leader of Elysium have a kill count, he had one numbering in the thousands! Looking between the two groups, Mairu gulped, wondering just how deep this all went. Blinded by a burning rage, however, the boy decided to simply not question the broader aspects of why this fight was even happening. Instead, the boy buried his feet in the sand and got ready for a fight, throwing off all the words the strangers were spouting as lies. If they were supposed to be heroes and protectors, then why had they started it? The good guys never started the fight, they finished it, and that's what the kitsune was going to make sure happened. With teeth bared and the magic staff lady giving them the go ahead, Mairu was ready to charge in and let his instincts take over when he felt a tug on his pants. With angry eyes, the boy looked down to see Artemis signing something out, the child's mind too frazzled to even begin to understand her. When had she gotten there? Had she followed him, and why? Didn't she know she could get hurt in a place like this?! When the dragon stretched her arms upward, the boy's confusion and rage fell, distracted by a far more playful site while a torrent of colored flame went off next to him, the boy's frown became more of a neutral expression as he lifted the girl by her armpits, understanding her message. He wasn't alone in this, not at all. Artemis, Mercutio, the sorceress, the kids on the beach he'd met and so many more had shown up to help defend the island nation. Having lived there for so long, and being given so much, it was only fair that Mairu did the same. Getting halfway up with the dragon girl, the fox now somewhat calmed thanks to the presence of his friend, Mairu's mind clicked on something. He wasn't the strongest fighter, but maybe a few words could help them out. "Uhm... Mrs. Grandma!" The boy called out shakily, some fear in his body as he locked eyes with the elder, holding Artemis close between his arms, mostly for his own comfort. He had no real experience talking to soldiers, but he'd give it his all, praying that he could get through to the woman who declared she didn't want to hurt them. "I-I don't get what this is all about, and I'm sorry I yelled at you! But we don't wanna leave! I know you wanna keep us safe but... but ya know..." Tears forming in his eyes as explosions lit up his face was lit up by the explosion Negan had fired off. "Even if Mercutio's done some bad stuff... even if I did bad stuff... we're happy here! We don't wanna leave and we don't wanna hurt anyone, we just wanna be a family! Mercutio helped me a lot, he helped move a mansion just for kids to live in! Kids like us..." Holding Artemis tight for comfort one last time, the boy let out a sigh before he shifted her onto his shoulder like she'd wanted. Having gotten that off his chest, the four-tailed tyke managed a withered and saddened smile as he looked back up at the old woman, sniffling as a final tear ran down his cheek, declaring, "I guess it's greedy to just hope you don't make us do what you want, adults are always like that... I don't want to see my friends get hurt... but for what it's worth, I hope you don't get hurt too much yourself! Cause even if I'm not supposed to be here, I wanna help as best I can!" And with a flash, the boy was on all fours, running off as fast as he could with Artemis on his shoulders. He wanted to keep his new home safe, all the nice islanders, he wanted to wake up the next morning and get to play in the sand and build gadgets. He just wanted a happy tomorrow when he woke up. Coming to a skidding halt and his game face on, the fox with a dragon on his back remained on all fours as he looked up at Alana, tails waving about as he asked the sorceress, "Where should I go? I'm Mairu and I can run really, really fast, and I can scratch and hit people and I can howl real loud and hurt people's ears! Oh, and this is my friend Artemis, she's a little dragon!" Each word, while fairly obvious, held sincerity behind it, as the boy simply wanted to know how best to help. Summary LP, Tech and Stats Items
Edited by Infinity Gohan, Apr 10 2018, 05:09 AM.
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| Hal | Apr 10 2018, 09:38 AM Post #12 |
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Fell God of Waffles
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So much was going on at once.. Overhaul was snapping about something in his head (though Eizen had chosen to pay it no mind), the fiery girl (Alana?) was shouting to seemingly inspire them all into action as she essentially became a flamethrower, oh, and there were ducks now! It seemed that, ever since he had met Mercutio, things just... happened. They didn't have to make sense sometimes, and most times they didn't... but they still happened. Eizen would watch Alana and Negan send fire to the enemies of Elysium, and he would hear the words he and Rosa were saying, but they did little to ease the growing anxiety in his mind. The sight of a orange blur caught his attention for a moment, but in the end, he lost track of it, his vision instead falling on the paper woman from earlier, as well as... what was probably the most terrifyingly cool guy Eizen had ever witnessed in his short life. He looked like his grandfather had! Thinking about it, the fire girl had looked pretty cool, too. Looking down at his hands, Eizen thought back to what he had done on the Dark Continent. He had, at the very least, managed to kill Mercutio... but from what the man had told him, and by the fact that he'd been able to tell him at all, it clearly hadn't stuck. Even after that, when he'd done it to Mordred he hadn't killed him, and his body had, as far as Eizen could tell, reformed. Overhaul himself had later explained that this was a side effect of his new quirk. Things he destroyed were eventually remade in perfect condition. A 'power fit for a God' as he had said it. Making a fist, Eizen would approach the Taylors. "I... Be careful. I don't know if you'll accept it, but if you get hurt out there, come find me. I'll... do what I can." He didn't stick around to hear what they had to say before he quicklymoved to the fiery lady that had shouted earlier. He'd keep some distance from her, of course, wary of her ability to create fire. "I, uhh... Don't really know how I can help, but I'll do whatever you need me to do!" A dark expression would cross Eizen's face for a moment as he took another look at those those that had dared to step foot on Elysium and cross their new God. The apparent shadow cast over his face would vanish almost as quickly as it had come, though Eizen kept his gaze on the... well, the enemy, as it were. Summary
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| Data_Sora | Apr 10 2018, 03:20 PM Post #13 |
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Banned. Sorry to those who i was threading with.
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As Everyone made their little quips to each other, clearly showing that this was gonna be a big fight now, Abyssal made their move and separated them into several groups. Sand would fly up and Mort would on instinct form a barrier of air to try and stop any sand from clogging up his lungs or cybernetic. As the storm of microminerals passed he dropped the makeshift dome and looked out onto the battlefield. There was a big wall of cooled magma that separated the quintet from the big fight, which was good to see. It meant he didn't need to worry about his plan. "Geeze, This is why I almost didn't agree to do this. She's a living deamon." Checking his Cybernetic he was disappointed that he had accidentally released most of what he build up from the flight over from the unexpected barrier and sandstorm Abyssal made. A small setback, but nothing to drastic. He'd dealt with worse starting odd anyways and he managed to pull through those. As he checked the arm he'd feel the tap of his teammate as they used their quirk on it. Looking back to the battlefield he'd see the large fireball come at then. Mort almost put up a barrier of air to make sure no one got hurt, but refrained, instead just putting up a small wall. He trusted the owl gal to defend the attack, but wanted to make sure that he didn't get lapped by the remaining flames while also making sure his cybernetic was blocked with his body. While they didn't have much time before the mission, they had briefly went over each other's quirks and what they could do as working together was a MUST for this battle. If the flames were blocked by the Owl Mom, Mort would at the same time make an illusion to look like the flames were being sucked into him. He knew that out of all of then he was one of the weaker ones, so he'd have to use his illusions to their full potential. His current plan was to look like he could absorb attacks and return them. Not his best plan, but an immediate attack made the creative thinking process tricky and rushed. As the flames would pass, blocked or not, Mort would then make platforms to climb up about 6 meters above the ground and shout to the Adrestians, his left arm covered in illusionary flames matching Alana's attack. "If that's all you've got, then this is gonna be a short fight! BRING IT ON!" Summary/Techs&LP
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| Sporky | Apr 10 2018, 06:56 PM Post #14 |
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Idol Trash
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Everyone had their own entrances to make, with the intentions of almost part made clear by their opening words. The cumulative 8 eyes of Crawford and Arawn snapped to each new arrival, noting but not thinking too hard on what they'd said. When it came to it, their words would mean nothing, that Crawford knew. It would instead be actions that determined their fates, and elucidated their true natures. He did recognize a few of those to turn up, however, though Mortimer Greenweaver took a few moments to remember. The warden went through countless processing and questioning ordeals every day, after all. Through it all, William remained silent, until the largest threat spoke once again. Though he had already initially low opinions of the sellswords she'd gathered, the old man was acutely aware of the power that the world's current #1 Hero was capable of. And surely enough, the volcanic woman unleashed a powerful technique with the intention of splitting them apart, as walls of lava sprouted form hell itself, or so it seemed. Driven partly out of consideration for his shadow monster's general aversion to all that burned bright, Crawford quickly back-stepped on his good leg away from the rising the fiery barrier, aided by a flap of enlarged wings from the shadowy crow upon his shoulder. With his position returned to its comfortable midrange state, Crawford assessed things once again, realizing only then the true nature of Abyssal's attack. It seemed their forces had been split, forcing the magma maiden into a one on one fight with Mercutio Regalis. It was only mildly concerning to the old Warden, who understood how hard it was to grasp the full potential of Mercutio's quirk. This was the man that teleported the massive behemoth out of his prison, after all. So instead, William turned his attention to the company he now kept, consisting most of the younger children the Crimson Fucker had taken in. If he'd known this was how they'd be positioned, he wouldn't have removed his mouth covering, in all honesty. He did hope it didn't frighten any of the children, but then again, what use did they serve in this war if they couldn't stand the sight of a few, er, beauty marks. It was useless to think on it now, there was little time to coordinate with all his makeshift allies anyway. For now, Crawford laid his gaze on those closest to them, a young blonde boy who'd been in his prison, and his monstrous compatriot. Apparently, Elysium had made quite a habit of collecting gargantuan tools of destruction. Vitality was evidently aware of the possible threat of this beast two, and from out of nowhere a chain flew from the settling dust to attempt to wrangle the beast. Crawford's cold eyes shot toward the source, finding nothing in his sight. The chain was incredibly long, and its thrower unseen... Though not untraceable. The shadowy crow upon Crawford's shoulder perked its head up, all 6 eyes following the trace of dust in the air, the foot steps left behind, and whatever inescapable impressions the stealthy striker had left behind, along with the fact the chain provided a path to his general location. Arawn let out a soft caw, eyes fixed on where it thought the target might be, the dark carrion using its superior senses to do the work of tracking them for Crawford. "Very good, Arawn. Now... Deliverance" The warden stated with calm command. No sooner did the bird flap a few feet into the air, its eyes transfixed on the guessed location of its target, before it let forth its attack. Stating aimed far wide of Nala, and traced along the length of the chain toward the source, a pitch black, piercing beam of shadow would erupt from Arawn's mouth, the incredibly long and powerful beam attempting to weaken the chain before finally sweeping along the general direction of the invisible attacker, hoping to give him little choice but to move or abandon his bind. Crawford himself, however, made use of the extra set of eyes he still had, watching quietly as other chaos unfolded. Fire and mayhem was occurring distance away, and that was a distance he opted to preserve for now. No use exposing his strength just yet, nor was there any logical purpose to readily approaching Arawn's primary weakness. His focus remained on the unannounced Vitality member for now. He glanced to Demetri. "I do not know your name nor abilities, boy, but I suggest you remain vigilant, did the chain not already give that away. It seems your monster is hunted from the shadows..." He commented lowly, hoping that Arawn had struck said hunter with his attack. As he remained in those shadows himself, Crawford would soon find himself approached by another Elysian whose name he did not know. A young woman, with her own mouth covered much like his would normally be. She too was playing from the back-lines for now, and decided to pose something a question to the old Warden. She seemed somewhat flustered, nervous about the battle, he figured, but he humored her. "I am William Crawford. An ally of Elysium. And I do not conceal my scars to hide them. It is but a courtesy." He uttered flatly. They were, after all, rather unpleasant to look at, and it just polite to not show them out in public. Crawford glanced in the direction Arawn was still looking in, were their greatest threat remained. "A courtesy reserved for allies, or times of peace. But this is war. And to my enemies, I bare them as a reminder." The warden extended his cane toward the direction of Chameleon, eyes narrowing harshly. "A reminder that I have survived far worse than them... A reminder that it is never appropriate to doubt a man who bests you in experience." He growled, his words aimed more at the Vitality Hero than they were at Lyra. Even if Arawn's beam hadn't struck, Chameleon's position was compromised. As far as Crawford saw it, he'd have two options. Relocate and attempt another strike from stealth, or reveal himself. Neither would end well for him. Summary Technique, Stats, LP |
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| Novama | Apr 10 2018, 07:55 PM Post #15 |
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Vigilante
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Mordred and Music Mordred was too slow even on all four's to dodge something like a lava wall from Abyssal, but fortunately, he did not need to. When the wall of lava sprang into being, Mordred was already to the side of it. He was close enough to feel the heat coming off of it and it warmed his cold, gecko blood. Standing firm in the face of impossible powers was nothing new to Mordred. Whatever fear or hesitance he felt was shoved down deep because it did not show. He was still ready. At Alana's call, he arrived and stood near her and the brother-sister duo. While the intense flames and explosions whipped at his cloak, he remained solid and surveyed the fight and its many fronts with gecko eyes that could pierce the darkness of the early morning. While Mortimer's taunting gained him notice from Mordred, it was Tapu who posed a more immediate, if not crispy, threat. At some point during this at a moment Mordred could not recall, a ninja duck had purched on his head. He briefly eyed the creature but said nothing. Carefully watching Tapu's approach, Mordred stepped ahead of the caster and the siblings to their right so as not to get in the way of their onslaught on the boney tank and make himself visible to his allies' peripheries but remain behind the fiery glare that was impeding Tapu's vision. As Mordred's cloak vigorously whipped behind him and away from the explosions and flames pounding Tapu, he was peeling away a portion of his flesh that was similar in color to the ground at Tapu's feet. After the last explosion caused by Negan started to recoil and suck air back into the space, Mordred tossed his ground colored flesh at Tapu's feet under the cover of the fire so he might step in it. If Tapu did come into contact with the sheet of Mordred's flesh, it would adhere to him and bind him to the ground or perhaps trip him up to hopefully allow the pyromancers to finish their work: Well Done. Mordred remained weary of their adversaries and was ready engage his protection at a moment's notice as he stood forward. The duck remained, silent and still like ninja. Summary and LP
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