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Post by Miyoko Yasu on Aug 31, 2014 18:58:10 GMT -6
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby I like to tear up the street
And then, for all of her earlier silent bitching and self criticism, the world would suddenly find itself very, very kind to Miyoko. While she wasn't able to to keep track of everyone present, especially after the dust cloud from the demi-god creature thing had covered most of the field, she was close enough to know that Firebug was still in the fight - but more importantly, the dust cloud that was kicked up had additional implications, ones that Miyoko couldn't help but find herself internally smiling at. Her gift, while god given, was still limited in that it was heavily dependent on the world around her - she wasn't able to simply make electricity from nothing, but rather she had to take it from existing sources. Not exactly easy when the particles needed wanted to naturally cling to things, but physics was a wonderful thing when you understood it. Lightning storms in general occurred when strong winds caused the air to literally rip stray electrons from other molecules in the air through friction alone, and it was that same force that made sandblasting PVC pipe and metal generate amusing results. The dust storm, frankly, was no different, and even better it removed her one and only real shortcoming aside from the first one - the particulate in the air gave her a lot of solid matter to conduct charge through, and it was with that change that the woman began to pull yet additional charge to herself through the surrounding dust rather than just the ground itself.
Even after that, however, it seemed like the world was far from done turning her luck around as Orik himself finally stepped in to deal with the pests that she and the other fighters had been dealing with, the one that she and Firebug had been beating on suddenly impaled by a massive spike from the ground before being stabbed in the neck to finally finish it off. As Firebug and the other kid finished with the creature and turned to run off towards another target, Firebug himself finally seeming to hit his stride, Miyoko wasn't far behind - rather than following them, however, the woman had another idea in mind. Charge still continuing to build and small electrical discharges beginning to crackle over her form and web between her fingers, arms and legs, Miyoko instead started to walk ahead to approach the recently killed creature as the world briefly darkened from one of Orik's attacks. Thanks to him and the other fighter Miyo no longer had to worry about fighting to get her charge back, and as she reached the dead creature she would calmly reach out to lay a hand on its head. Almost instantly the charge she had imbued it with before was dispelled, but rather than dropping back to ground the power would flow straight back into her, the electricity arcing over her form immediately intensifying to constantly wreath her form in blue lightning.
Better, much, much better, and with that nearly all of the ringing would disappear from her hearing as the world gradually began to slow down even more in addition to the previous adrenaline rush as the neurons in her brain went into overdrive. This wasn't like the previous incident at the beginning - she wasn't trying to keep the charge contained, merely going, and without a need to keep it suppressed.... she was comfortable. Chaos and unpredictability were as close to Jag's domain as his gifts got, and Miyoko herself was no stranger to violence and destruction - with a moment taken to compose herself she was finally home, zen, for lack of better terms.
Stepping back to turn and look towards the source of light behind her, Miyoko wasn't terribly surprised to see that Firebug had stepped it up even more, although she was hoping that wasn't his A game. Given that he seemed to be generating fire from thin air and that he seemed to be more emotion than reason, though.... elemental gifted tended to come in two types. First, the kind that generated the shit from nothing, and tended to be limited by their own stamina, focus and endurance... and in this guy's case, probably emotional state, and raw anger like that didn't last long without burning itself out. Then you had the other kind, the slow starters - the ones that needed raw material to work with, but whose only limit tended to be the amount they could control at any given time and hair triggers on their abilities. The newcomer, the water user next to who - Miyoko was surprised to find - was another electricity user like herself seemed to be the same type that Miyoko herself was, or maybe even a mix as that water hadn't been there a moment ago.
Regardless, though, they were throwing everything that they had at the demi-god thingy currently trapped by the spike, but Miyoko had a feeling that wasn't going to be nearly enough to drop it. Not for long, anyways, and if her prediction about Firebug was correct they were going to be one fighter short rather soon - that being said, though, it gave her time to prep before getting involved, and she was so very, very close to the best rush of all. Taking in another deep breath, Miyoko would turn her attention inwards for just a few moments longer - with the charge absorbed back from the dead creature she already had a very good base to build on when her other efforts to charge were taken into account, and after another few seconds Miyoko would finally cross over that critical line. The electricity covering her body would suddenly seem to erupt outward, changing to cover the woman in an constantly shifting web of blue and white as larger bolts constantly tracked over her immediate surroundings. Max charge, and even as the electricity tried to escape the lightning bolts tracking over the ground and illuminating the area just gave her additional conduits through which to pull additional power in.
"Duck and cover your eyes, people!"
Grin from her first fight slowly creeping back onto her face, Miyoko would casually raise an arm to point at the trapped thing that Firebug was currently roasting. Not a trick she was entirely used to using given the potential for collateral damage, but she'd given the best warning she could - and with any luck, it'd be entirely unnecessary, assuming she could focus the next attack into a tight enough area that the nearby fighters would remain unaffected. Hand closing with the thumb and pointer finger out to form a gun shape, a few of the stray electrical bolts would begin to concentrate towards the fingertip to coalesce into a blindingly bright glowing orb - only to suddenly seem to disappear from sight a moment.
"Bang."
Electrons were funny, funny things. While most people recognized that they were tied to electricity and charge, they tended to do so much more than that, and most people never had any idea. Beta radiation, for example. Nonvisible, but it was nothing more than highly charged free form electron particles..... and, normally, not all that dangerous or with much range beyond a handful of meters. As the blue white glow at Miyoko's fingertip suddenly disappeared, however, all of that charge would be shifted to fire in the same direction at once, visible electrical bolts following the path of the electron beam to guide it straight towards the creature's face from a distance. Of all the tissue types in the body beta radiation did the most damage to the eyes, and with any luck it would immediately strike the thing blind in addition to the bolts burning the flesh where the beam hit. Unfortunately, however, beta radiation was still particle based, and Miyoko had no idea how it was going to act or affect those around the winged beast - with any luck it would just continue to cling to her intended target's face and continue to burn there, and hopefully the beam penetrated a bit deeper to damage more than just the thing's eyes.
Summary: Max aggro charge achieved (dust storm, ground charge, reabsorbed charge from Creature 3). Called out to the other fighters to protect their eyes before aiming and firing a nonvisible electron particle beam at Aggression's face, intending to instantly blind him with the beta rays and damage brain matter if lucky. Electrical bolts following the beam to guide it, intending to fry Aggression in the face at the same time.
Injuries: Heavy bruise to shoulder, bruised rib on right side.
Charge: 70%
Enhanced Strength/Agility/Reflexes as long as Charge remains over 5%
Boosted Charge recovery
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Post by Ivan Sahale on Sept 1, 2014 9:08:48 GMT -6
I will hunt you down... Ivan stood there waiting for Zero to come up with a plan, but it seemed she was more preoccupied taking in the details of the surrounding battlefield; something he himself was doing as well. His strong golden eyes scanned the surrounding area, this place was nothing but chaotic he could not really tell who was winning, all he knew was that the woman who had rolled some Gods head was still there. As much as he wanted to take her out, he knew she would probably turn him to dust before he even got within ten feet of her let alone getting close enough to actually land a blow. The giant creature she had brought with her was busy with Orik, it was then that Ivan heard a series of commands well...one was a command, while the other was just an intense roar that came from Orik. Next thing Ivan knew he was shielding his eyes with his arm from an intensely bright light, the ground under his feet shook violently, and the entire battlefield seemed to change. What was once an arena, was now a war torn battlefield. To Ivan this was reminiscent to the war the tribes of the wilds would have, his tribe included of course so the smell of iron in the air, the sight of corpses. This was nothing new to the hulking brawler, with an aching body he raised his cleaver from the ground which it rested letting the blade rest on his shoulder.
It was then that he heard Zero call out to him, turning towards her his attention shifted towards the silver haired girl she was bleeding? Ivan raised a brow, then turned to the one responsible for touching Zero only to find it to be...people? But they were not people that shared the origins of Zero, and Ivan. No these were the uninvited guests that came here for the tournament, Ivan grinned as he gripped his cleaver tighter. He was going to enjoy killing them, maybe he could even get to that girl....the one he slashed, finish her off as well. The silver topped male took a stance, "Fuck everything else, we deal with them first! Then we move out to see if we can help the others!" he said to Zero, not asking or suggesting he was practically telling her how this was going to go down.
Ivan looked around, it seemed Oriks powers would aid his own some vegetation was nearby now if this was already here or it was in part due to the presence of Orik; he did not know. But the thick bushes he saw would come in handy right about now, a deep green light began to envelope Ivans body glowing with an intense tint as he aimed his hand towards the bushes when he did so the energy would channel itself towards the plants. Stirring, and coming to life the bushes began to bend to Ivans will; pulling his hand back he actually made three normal bushes shoot out in the form of thickened, and dense plant pillars. They shot sideways aiming to crash into the side of the charging individuals, aiming to break their ranks. If this worked Ivan would have successfully broken up the enemy ranks, loosening their rather sloppy formation for him and Zero to launch a counter attack. With her taking the lead of course...
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Post by NPC1 on Sept 12, 2014 17:06:10 GMT -6
- AGGRESSION - "Your skin, your bones.. your loved ones, your home.. they will all burn." Aggression, being as young as he was from the recent day of his creation, had never actually felt a god's power. Not raw and whole - simply only the presence such as Septem's. It was similar in character, in feeling in shape, in weight. But this was something he didn't relate to, something that made him ache to smell... The ground had opened, rage and justified hatred spewing from the dragon's mouth. Aggression roared right back with his wings extending and spreading wide with bat-like leather textures and veins beneath the surface.
The roar of his was cut short though by the cracking and rising of the ground. He looked down and blinked widly, his wings falling in attempts to get him into the air. But before that could happen, a large spike of rock and dirt sprouted from the ground and stabbed through his front, at his side, and through to his back underneath the joint of his wing. His large hands went forward, clawing and gripping at it with hisses and shouts of pain and anger. His head snapped around, trying to find where the dragon had gone next - a new sense of fear within his eyes.
He was nowhere to be found.. he was flying and roosting too quickly in succession. Where was Septem? Why wasn't she helping him? An angered, pitiful call of hatred echoed behind him and his head turned to catch its attention. The man from earlier, hiding within bandages, had bursted into flames and charged towards him with sword in-hand. "FOOL!" Aggression still seemed to smirk, lifting a large claw around to try and slash at him as he felt the sword hit his hardened skin. But then.. it was as if he exploded around him. The fire lit the metal decorating his skin alight - red, orange, yellow.. and eventually glowing white with heat.
Aggression shrieked and made the ground tremble. The skin beneath the 'battle scars' of his body began to bubble and boil. He sunk down further onto the spike pinning him into the ground, his wings flapping frantically as he screamed and called out to his creator for help. His dumbfounded face only lifted for a second before a huge flash of something hit his face, invisible until the surface of his eyes burned and ached - stabbing into his skull.
He clawed down his own face and only tore more of himself as he struggled against the rocky tether in his side. His eyes bled downwards, as did his side, and now every single area of skin inches around the metal decorations on his body. "SEPTEM!... SAVE ME!.. My wings will not lift me!" he cried, the arteries of his neck growing in his painful, angry sobbing. With the help of a god.. nearly defeated by men? He could not die in this arena at the hands of mortals!
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Post by Gareth MacKay on Sept 19, 2014 0:37:28 GMT -6
His flames sputtered. The fire that had erupted from his blade now began to blink in and out as it ran out of fuel. Gareth had never pushed his abilities very far in fear of what it may do to him—or others, surprisingly—and this released state never acted on notions of pace or restraint. He was a Molotov cocktail. Gareth could feel his arms and legs growing weaker and he could feel the air leave his chest as he exhausted himself. Still he pressed onwards. Gareth kept his increasingly tunneling vision focused forward at Aggression. He was a weak thing and Gareth could hardly believe for a moment that he would have succumbed to its embrace. It promised strength when it had none. He would not stand for such a lie to continue.
“You are weak, and you will die asserting that,” he said in-between breathes. The flames around him began to weaken like a candle without oxygen. He funneled the last of his pyrokinetic cocoon into his continuous attack until he was coated with only his clothes. His face was exposed and it was sooty, as was the rest of his body, but beneath the thin coating of grime he seemed paler than he usually looked. He had too much determination to faint but not enough strength to stand and so he dug the point of his sword down into the sand of the arena to lean on it for support. He would always find strength in his sword—in its capability for violence. At least, that was what Gareth had believed. He took heavy, labored breaths and looked up at Aggression writhing on the stone spear and he smiled. Gareth spit in the dirt in defiance and smiled again. Aggression was an animal. A weak-willed animal who knew not what it meant to survive or perservere.
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Post by Septem on Sept 23, 2014 18:11:08 GMT -6
- 'RISE' - "I'll be your salvation. If you refuse? I'll send you to Hell" A bright light shot from Orik and Septem just smirked. A dark shroud formed around her and she vanished from the place the holy breath hit and reappeared on the battlefield some distance away. The shroud of darkness still flowing around her, causing light to not reach her skin as the souls of the dead became restless, hungry.
Septem moved with and unnerving grace across the battlefield, she was confident about her abilities and whilst the dragon found her pet Aggression an interesting thing to play with she had the time to really ‘get to know’ the people of this world. As her feet moved her body, the black shroud still danced around her form. No one had quite seen her powers yet but the ones that dared to charge her sure felt it. As they came close the dark shroud tore at them, they fought like an invisible enemy that hacked at their flesh and tore at their souls. She smiled and licked her lips as each was snuffed out of existent by the damned souls of her era, the ones that were cursed to die with her when the so called God’s purged her land.
Hearing a screeching scream Septem turned to view her pet and her lips pulled tight – she was ruthless yes but she still had use for her underling and she wasn’t keen on having to wait another eon to resurrect him. Looking a little further from him she saw a female charging electricity, a beam of it then headed towards her creature as a man burnt its flesh. She growled low and vanished from where she stood appearing a few paces in front of Aggression.
Holding her hand out before her a dark mass formed, swirling with deep blues, purples and a searing white it contorted the air around her making it seem blurred if you looked at her direction. As the beam of energy was released the dark mass grew and engulfed it, it grew again and again as if charged by the woman’s attack until it was surrounding both Septem and Aggression. It pulled at the flames and snuffed them out leaving a charred Aggression behind her before the mass finally fell and vanished leaving them clearly visible again. “Tsk tsk. Seems you made some work of my pet here” She didn’t turn to look at Aggression rather she changed her gaze to Orik. “Thank you for the display” She smiled at him, inviting him to attack her in that gaze but the dark shroud was forming around her and now engulfing Aggression. The last thing she said as the darkness almost covered them completely was “It was fun” and as she said it only her blood red eyes could be seen and then she and Aggression were gone and the skies returned from dark to day, the clouds leaving the arena and the rain stopped falling. There was a deathly silence. Aggression and Septem end~
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