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Post by Goku on Jan 15, 2024 3:09:27 GMT -5
One Shot
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| They narrowly dodged the glowing orb as it crashed through the archway, collapsing the runic inscribed stone. Immediately as the stone fell, Arael, as attuned as she was with the ordinary powers of the chamber, felt a hefty shift in the air. Perhaps the young Saiyan would feel it too, but the energies that held Waking together grew more unstable.
Every rune in the room held together the power of space and time, disturbing them in such a manner could lead to dire consequences. This room was never made to hold battles, but knowing the risks, Arael continued on with fighting - she had no choice. She peered through the room and found her only ally to be the Saiyan, the Fae had vanished completely without her realization.
As the Saiyan approached and punched toward Ur's chest, he would find nothing but static air that tingled against his knuckles in the punch. The white robes drifted through the air and appeared behind Vegeta, followed by a piercing elbow to the back.
"Fool," Ur said flatly.
His slender, pale fingers then shot out toward Arael and tightened the gravity around her body to freeze her in place like a statue. Try as she might, the woman fought to move but could not resist the overwhelming power of the godlike being who oppressed her very form.
Doubts plagued her on whether a shot could be taken at any point, but she continued to struggle until the hold lifted. Rushing toward the pale Usurper, Arael raised the Colt toward his heart but hesitated at taking the shot and wasting the bullet.
"You're too fast. But not nearly as intelligent as you think," the purple eyed woman said with a smirk as she fell to one knee and slammed her fist against the runes, shattering the stone in which they were housed on impact. Though Ur had absorbed much of the power within these walls, he was still connected to it on an intimate level. She struck again with an energy emblazoned fist and cracked a column of runes to grant a fleeting lapse as she broke the connection. |
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Post by Lilim on Jan 15, 2024 5:45:42 GMT -5
Lilim's smile of malevolent ire faded as the Darion clone she had been fighting against seemingly faded from view, the overwhelming power thrusted upon him seemingly forcing the Horseman of War to recall his split-forms to return to his true body. She stretched out with her senses as she scanned the area with her crimson gaze, attempting to locate him once more, and she swiftly spotted him in the distance away from the others. He had likely been thrown aside by the sheer volume of destruction leveled against him, or he had retreated some distance in order to escape some truly devastating harm. Either way, she fight was not yet concluded, but the Demon Queen had to take some time to gather her breath once more, the strain of the conflict having sorely tested her stamina by this point. While she was displeased at her quarry eluding her grasp in such a way, she did need the moment to gather herself, breathing deeply of the air being stained with the smell of blood, ozone, and battle.
Her forces had meanwhile done their utmost to sow chaos into the fertile soil of the conflict, throwing themselves at the defenders in their numbers, as one million demons unleashed upon the world could cause a great amount of destruction when properly motivated and inspired. They hardly needed much in the way of prodding--they were demons fighting against angels, after all--and their siege upon the walls of the fortress was proceeding as planned. Unfortunately, their casualties were already building; Celestials were no push-overs in a conflict such as this, and while an angel could be equal to a great number of lesser demons, there were an awful lot of the Dominion's forces upon the field, applying pressure upon the defenses when and where possible. Unfortunately, there had been a lot of destructive techniques unleashed upon the battlefield in the fight with Darion, so it stood to reason that some of the casualties were from that particular exchange. Attrition was merely a facet of war that Lilim had to accept as inevitable.
Darion's disappearance followed by a powerful blast of energy escaping through the roof of the opposition's fortress drew her gaze and no small amount of ire from the succubus, her hands tightening into fists once more. Had the infiltration team failed, or had the enemy simply figured out the intentions of the invaders? To Lilim, it hardly mattered--she had not truly expected the infiltration team to be all that successful, even with the Colt--save for the life of her Chosen. Raven's life was still strong to Lilim's senses, so that was partly a relief, but also a strong inclination to press forward now that the champion of the fortress had fled the field.
"THEIR CHAMPION HATH FLED WITH HIS TAIL BETWIXT HIS LEGS! LEGIONS OF THE DOMINION, FORWARD! CRUSH ALL THAT STAND IN YOUR WAY! SUNDER A ROUTE INTO THE FORTRESS!" she commanded in a surprisingly-booming voice across the battlefield. Normally, she would have used her telepathy to give the orders to her soldiers, but a proper shout that pierced the heavens and rang in their ears was also suitable motivation. Those demons that still breathed seemed to rally in their ferocity even more, and their assault upon the fortress began anew, heedless of the dangers ahead of them. This conquest was for glory, and they would seek it!
With her forces pushing forward, Lilim was afforded a little more rest as she slowly walked back towards the Horseman of Life and the First Born, contemplating asking Cain for a proper kiss to help Lilim's stamina recover, but considering the state of things upon the world--even as the world itself seemed to tremble--she doubted now was a good time for that kind of thing. The foe was soon to reveal something quite interesting soon, and Lilim would be prepared for its arrival. She could not help but smile in eager anticipation.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2024 15:30:32 GMT -5
| tell a friend to tell a friend... Raven Word Count: 749/6,124/64,759 |
"Hey, get your head in the game. We need you." Vegeta's words snapped Ember out of her stupor, and she glanced at him, nodding. She didn't particularly agree, but if he thought so, then she would give it her best shot.
Large, intricate doors were the first signs that they had come close to Ur'Alyconis's dwelling. The second was the tang of magic in the air. Ember could have sworn that when they walked through the room, she felt the High Lord of Summer placing his hand on her shoulder, comforting her in a way. And then, the scent of something she had never encountered before, but knew almost as well as she knew herself. It felt like a mother's embrace, and Ember had to steel her nerves, had to remind herself that this must have been a trick that Ur'Alyconis was playing - some way to disarm them and catch them off guard.
The moment that Ember's heels clicked on the floor woven with runes, she felt a heavy presence bearing down on her. It wasn't of fear, but rather pure evil - which made her realize that the trio were close. There were no soldiers, no ambush waiting for them, no strange animals or traps that were meant to kill them before they could enter... just... silence.
She walked alongside Vegeta and Arael, following the blonde up a staircase. At the top of it, a large, glowing runic circle sat... and in the middle, sat a white-haired man.
He was beautiful.
Yet, he wasn't beautiful like the leaves in Fall, or the pallid snow in Winter. His beauty was dark - evil, as if bestowed upon him by some demonic God or Goddess. Ember wondered briefly if this was his true form, or if he had stolen it from another. The idea wasn't ludicrous - after all, Raven herself had chosen Ember as a vessel for her own spirit.
"Give me one good shot..."
Ember could feel panic rising in her veins again - the idea of having to fight this beast, having to go against it wasn't something she wanted. She shut her eyes tightly, and felt her world spin. In less than a moment, those same eyes had reopened, golden eyes replaced by amber orbs.
While Ember was afraid of dying, afraid of taking on someone much more powerful than herself, Raven was not. Raven was ready for whatever was going to be thrown her way. The Dark Fae spread her feet apart, moving into a battle stance, right as Ur'Alcyonis lifted his hand, blue energy charging within it.
As it released, she dove out of the way, rolling on the ground and landing in a crouch. She licked her lips, looking back at the figure still standing on the platform. He had power - she could recognize that. That meant that this was going to be extremely entertaining.
"Okay woman! Let's go! I hear that throne isn't yours. Let me show you the power of real royalty!"
So, is he a king or something? Raven shook off the thought.
Rather than following him, she mirrored his movements - running toward Ur'Alyconis from the other side. She hoped that by doing this, she would be able to throw off the being, and have him decide upon which one of them to attack first. While she ran, she charged up her charcoal ki in both fists, allowing it to swirl around her palms. Yet, her timing was off - the Saiyan punched first, and Ur deflected it easily, throwing his own blows at the Saiyan. Raven quickly backed away, trying her best not to make herself completely visible. She waited, biding her time as Arael slammed her fist into the runes on the floor, and the Dark Fae took that as her signal.
She lifted her palms, and slammed them together, throwing out a huge blast of that same charcoal energy, attempting to hit Ur'Alyconis in the back while he was distracted with Arael. She couldn't tell completely if it was going to work, but she followed it up with several small beams, attempting to target each one of the Celestial's limbs. Maybe, it would throw him off balance long enough for Arael to shoot.
Not waiting, the Dark Fae rushed toward Vegeta, and reached her hand out - assuming that the hits had knocked him to the ground - before speaking.
"We haven't met yet," she said quickly. "I'm Raven. Don't call me woman again. You alright? Don't need a healer, do you, little prince?"
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 16, 2024 7:26:09 GMT -5
The armored knight had been quite the issue to deal with, but along the line the doctor couldn't help it but to feel a certain sense of admiration for this mighty foe. It was after all not every day that he could witness such a strong, defiant and resourceful warrior, who by their very actions enticed the mad scientist even more into desiring them as a test subject for a whole host of experiments he could do. To see such a fine specimen in action was beyond expectation and without question capable of making the doctor salivate simply in expectation of what he could so with this sample. However, as things were going, it was becoming increasingly apparent that getting his hands on this wonderful specimen alive or at all would prove to be quite the arduous task.
"Doctor Ghast, are you there?" The voice from one of the scholar's private mercenaries aboard the ship they had near Cauldron's ruins rang through Ghast's head, distracting him ever so slightly as he was still dealing with the aftermath of the ongoing battle, making it quite hard to focus on what was going on. "There's something strange about a few of the samples you've sent to us."
Annoyed by hearing something so iffy on the other end of the line of communication made the mad scientist stamp his right foot onto the dirt as he managed to land rather silently upon the ground, still surrounded by the black fog and darkness to cloak his form, draping around him like a cloak of sorts. "Are you saying that they're not viable for experiments or something?"
"No doctor, that's not what I'm saying," The voice on the other end of the line of communication seemed to become slightly agitated by the doctor's own tone of voice. "It just appears that while there have been trace amounts of demonic genetic coding among those designated as the Fallen, those Forlorn are...entirely different. There's at least two samples that despite their fully grown features still have infant genetic coding, immature if you will...almost if they were grown overnight."
While listening to this news, Ghast noticed that the horseman of War as he had denoted himself had managed to slip away in the chaos, utilizing the confusion and the wariness of all those involved to flee the battlefield. In both shock and horror, the doctor's jaw nearly dropped to the ground (literally), when his attention was drawn to the booming voice of the demon empress, whose words shattered the chorus of metal on metal and reverberated through the air like the blowing of a warhorn. While she bellowed a cry of victory and spurred on her kin and servants, the doctor was flabbergasted by the notion that the potential specimen he had tried to get his hands on had just simply managed to vanish without a trace.
"Are you kidding me?!" Ghast's voice was filled with anger, as he started stomping his feet on the ground, the bonelike structure which was his body started writhing, almost as if the bones themselves had a certain liquid property. His eyes seemed to be smoking as he looked at the demon empress in disbelief. "All this effort and this is what we get, a proper, if not perfect specimen gone, poof, vanished and you're happy about that?!"
The more he heard the cries of victory and glory coming from the Lillim's forces, the more the mad scientist lost his patience and his cool. The dark fog around him slowly began to color red as it stuck to his bony features, all the while his head seemed to crack at one side and reveal a massive demonic eye.
"I want to have samples...but you all destroy too much good material..."
"I decide to try and make sure that beautiful specimen stays alive, but it flees..."
"And this stupid bunch of assistants of mine can't properly explain the functions and findings of the samples I've sent to them because of damage and their lack of competence..."
With his energy subsiding and stabilizing the scholar let out a deep sigh filled with bitterness and held-back rage. Pointing his arm towards the area where the man was quite certain the enemy would be, considering it was in the same direction as the massive building that stood as a testament to the power of the Fallen, no matter who ruled or claimed ownership over them. "Guess we'll be headed that way then..."
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 16, 2024 20:19:39 GMT -5
| Probing Vegeta - 17 y/o
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Vegeta's fist found empty air and a moment later he was hit in the back, driving the air out of his lungs. He hit the ground and rolled down the steps, unceremoniously sprawling out on the rune-laden floor at the bottom. He took a few seconds to get his breath and bearings back before rolling onto his back. Ember stood over him, offering a hand to help him up.
As he took her hand, she said they hadn't met yet and introduced herself as Raven.
Did he hit her in the head?
He muttered a confused, "Okay," and turned away, focusing back on the situation at hand. Ur'Alyconis, his attention set on Arael, had the Colt pointed at his chest. For a second, Vegeta thought that the celestial might actually pull the trigger, that the whole ordeal would be over just like that. Then he read Arael's face, and realized she wasn't confident in the shot. Though he'd been frozen in anticipation, that look was all he needed to kick him back into gear.
"I'll be honest, I don't even know who you are supposed to be," the Saiyan called out, his voice laced with bravado. "What I do know is that there are a whole lot of angry people out there. I'm just happy to be the one to get a crack at your ugly face."
Vegeta thought that he may have seen Ur'Alcyonis's eye twitch at the insult, but he wasn't sure. Could petty insults throw this guy off of his game? "Matter of fact, now that I'm looking at you a little closer, I'm not sure I even want to touch that disgusting mug. Do you have a mother, or is there no one in the universe that could love that face?"
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Post by Goku on Jan 17, 2024 22:12:11 GMT -5
One Shot
| FF9933 | WC: 355 / 10,298 / 66,162
| Golden light erupted from the cracked runes, their essence intermingling within the warm, breezy chamber walls. The odd scents of the past that haunted those within the chamber walls rapidly faded and were replaced by the foul odor of sulfur and soot, and scorched earth. Marks of war.
The swirls of golden energy traveled to the top of the roof where they would pool among the safer runes lining the ceiling. The last vestiges of the once powerful room, now wisps of power fluttering aimlessly as if they held sentient thought to avoid being absorbed.
They were beyond the desire for a being such as Ur’Alcyonis. He was instead focused on the trio who sought desperately to put an end to his reign. The Colt - hah. A powerful weapon in any hands, but man made all the same. Would it be the angel not held it so dearly that he might destroy the artifact with a simple strike.
The Fae woman emerged from her walking stupor. Ur would finally notice her as the rush of heat and charcoal energy slammed into his back, its explosion wrapping around his form like a cloak before dissipating into the magically charged aether of the room.
Before he could react, the boy began hurling insults and other petty words at the God. A smirk almost crossed his face as the ill-intended words fell flat from their intended reaction, but if the boy wanted to play, he would oblige.
Ur flicked his wrists outward with the smooth palm of his hands facing the ceiling and created two spheres the size of baseballs of pure, white light. With an unmatched speed, the light erupted into thin tendrils that gripped the trio by the chest, with arms pinned to their sides. Their feet left the air as he held them up, helpless to his eyes.
“Why do you fight the inevitable?" he asked, but expected no proper answer as the golden bands of light tightened around their forms to cause them agony. His white robes rustled in the increasing gust that circled the room.
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Post by Vegeta on Jan 18, 2024 1:37:33 GMT -5
| Go Time Vegeta - 17 y/o
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Despite his best efforts, it seemed that Vegeta's insults had little effect on the god-like being before him. If Ur'Alyconis offered him any sort of reaction, it was only a glimpse of unbothered mirth. As his brain raced for an alternative approach, the saiyan found himself, along with his allies, bound by tendrils of energy and suspended into the air, like a pest dangling from a trap.
Audible noises of pain escaped Vegeta's lips as he struggled against the tightening snare. Each lung-full of air became harder to gather than the last until he was forced to hold what might be his last one in desperation. Staring through watery eyes, he looked down at Ur's face to see that it wore an expression of indifference, as if he were merely going through the motions and had no real emotion towards the trio of would-be assassins.
We're just ants to him...
With his peripherals fading into blackness, Vegeta's struggles against his bonds abated. He went limp in the god's grasp, and his head lolled forward, his chin resting against his chest. The last vestiges of life began to flee his failing body, and any sense of rebellion eluded him.
Not like this.
A wave of new energy crashed over the saiyan. His head snapped to attention, his eyes locking on Ur'Alcyonis. A blood-red aura exploded to life around him, burning away the energy tendrils that had nearly constricted the life out of him before transitioning into a blazing gold hue that leaked into his hair. In broad view, for all to see, a black symbol in the shape of an M blazed across his forehead. A signature smirk turned the corners of his lips.
"Let's try this from the top," he called to the enemy, a fresh tone of braggadocio lacing his words.
Turning his body in midair, Vegeta barreled forward. His new aura formed a long tail as he streaked towards Ur'Alyconis, his arms crossed into an X overhead. He turned his body into a violent battering ram, aiming it at the god's chest.
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Post by Holly on Jan 18, 2024 12:47:41 GMT -5
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Darion ran. Tomoko was thrown by that when she saw War focus itself into one being and left the battlefield. It felt like such a hollow victory and she looked back to Riki, her own annoyance dimming down as she realized she was profiling the hell out of the girl. She sighed in a moment of defeat.
“That isn’t fair. I called you a liar when you actually simmered down to targeted techniques. I was too in the heat of the moment to realize you can have some control,” she said while plopping herself onto the battle tested grounds. Tomoko looked about at the battleground, taking a peek at how her mother led with her words especially after the column of light shot up into the air and the world of Toffit started to shake, which was good at all.
Despite that, her mother shouted without letting the events phase her, that was pretty cool to witness. Tomoko blew a blue strand of hair out of her eyesight and looked over to Riki. “Hey, so. Did Red err I mean did Yan send you by asking or did you volunteer yourself to come here?”
Tomoko saw that Life was properly being protected by Cain. He was right, she was a precious commodity indeed. Lilim soldiers rallied to her words, and some passed by, the ones near Tomoko anyway, Tomoko held her hand out and waved healing energy to the tired with a frown on her face. She still sat down, as if she was bored and there was a pout on her face. How could she be satisfied when a Patron of War was there to fight and suddenly he disappeared?
The bitch of war was not happy and she hoped this new threat would dissuade her boredom from rising any further.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2024 13:25:17 GMT -5
| transform Raven Word Count: 572/6,696/67,380 |
After her attack slammed into the white-haired figure, and dissipated, Vegeta began to throw insults at Ur'Alyconis; he was egging him on in what must have been an attempt to catch the celestial off guard. Needless to say, his attempts failed. The Celestial flicked his hand outward, small white prisms escaping from his fingers. They headed directly for the trio and upon the point of impact, filaments of energy wrapped around each of them, effectively ensnaring them.
Raven snarled as the energy began squeezing around her waist and under her bust. She could feel her ribcage compressing, and air suddenly became harder to swallow as the enemy spoke.
"Why do you fight the inevitable?"
Inevitable? What was inevitable? Death? Was that supposed to be something for her to fear? She had already died once, already met Lilim in Other World, already been nothing more than a wisp of smoke and energy. It had been peaceful - and she would gladly go again.
She twisted her head, trying to see if Arael or Vegeta had found a way to combat the ropes that were restraining them, and saw that Vegeta's head had slumped forward. A slight gasp left her lips - had they already lost him? Where had his bravado gone, the battle lust he had moments before?
Raven could feel her own energy failing, could feel herself choking from the loss of oxygen. A bright light caught her attention, and for a moment, she thought that maybe she had died. Instead, she forced her hooded lids open, and looked over to see that the Saiyan's appearance, and energy, had completely changed! His hair was a bright, golden hue, and a black M radiated across his forehead. Her brows furrowed - it had looked as if he had transformed...
...why hadn't she thought of that?
Charcoal energy began to snake around her legs, slithering up her thighs and sliding between the bonds that were holding her in place. Jet-black wings sprouted from her back, and snapped through the ivory tendrils holding her in place. Instead of falling, the wings on her back flapped, holding her in the air.
She rushed toward the blonde celestial, and quickly formed a rapier out of her ki, sawing through the bonds that had been wrapped around Arael as well. She did the best she could, making enough of an opening so that Arael could choose to either free herself, or possibly use them against Ur'Alyconis - if at all possible.
While she was helping Arael, Vegeta had launched himself toward Ur'Alyconis, and Raven had to admit - she admired the technique he was using. She would have to try it herself sometime. Once he had finished aiming himself toward the Celestial's chest, Raven took her own opportunity to attack. She lifted her palm, and the same onyx energy that had wrapped around her began flickering around her hand. She flew in front of Ur's line of sight, making sure that he could see what was happening. Hopefully, it would look as if her energy was waning - as if Ur's previous attack had weakened her.
When she was sure he was looking, she shook her hand, feigning panic, and watching as her hand flickered with her magic. Then, the dark energy burst to life, and a giant wall of gray ki burst forth, ready to engulf the Celestial, and hopefully catch him off guard long enough for Arael to fire the finishing shot.
"Eat this!"
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Post by Riki on Jan 20, 2024 13:10:10 GMT -5
A normal fighter might have been deterred by Darion’s reactions, or lack thereof. A sane and grounded fighter might have been weary their efforts were proving futile. Riki was…insane was probably improper but she had a certain way of looking at things. She didn’t see the black knight as a man she needed to wound. She didn’t see him as a person who would grimace and bleed. She could see weakness in order to take advantage of it, but he was just a villain. He would fall when she defeated him. Nothing else mattered.
Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t take some satisfaction in two of the Darion’s making good friends with the ground.
But then the unthinkable happened. The Darion closer to her vanished, along with the one in Lilim’s grasp. She had wanted to stay with the Darion with the sword expecting that to be the form he combined back into, but instead, he abandoned his sword and reconnected himself to the safest point: the third Darion who had already fled aways.
She didn’t expect him to flee. She didn’t expect him to be able to flee. It seemed the fog the horseman created at the beginning of this battle did not apply to him because in an instant he was gone, leaving his pride behind. The fog disbursed then, disappearing as quickly as he did.
The damage she and Sariel did to the shadows and opposing soldiers was enough to leave a quiet over the battlefield. This was cut by Tomoko, and Riki turned to her with a soft expression blank of any actual acknowledgement to what the demon said. There was likely a budding annoyance that the woman still still attack all three Darion’s while calling her a liar, as well as an anger for Darion fleeing, but it all seemed to still be processing as Riki’s thoughts were elsewhere.
How did she get back to him?
Before her ideas really came to a full picture, the castle suddenly exploded. Her head snapped back to that, feeling as the ground rumbled under her. Sariel and the creepy dude were afraid. Lilim was moving on to lead her troops, and a guy she didn’t recognize was throwing a tantrum.
She ignored it all for a moment, walking the few steps to where her Darion had vanished to reach down and pick up his sword. She felt the weight of it, not that that meant anything to her, and got a decent hold on it. He wasn’t getting it back.
Ghast’s energy spiked up, and as if to completely over shadow him Riki released her energy once more, powering up to full strength. The rush of aura pushed everything around her back and crushed the broken earth below her. The rings on her hands sparkled and changed as she positioned the weapon.
”I’m a hero,” she said to Tomoko. ”I go where I’m needed.”
It seemed she was still needed here.
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Post by Nappa on Jan 20, 2024 18:54:40 GMT -5
Mutated Varris
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| Who was this?It took some time to make out exactly what he was looking at, due to how mangled and bloodied the individual on the floor was, but eventually Darion recognized it as the slimy, spineless wisp - Varris. He had felt the call to arms as a danger to the Primeval, though. The Horseman of War held no allegiance to the cowardly second-in-command. In fact, his opinion of Varris was so low that for several moments after recognizing who it was he was looking at, Darion didn’t question what could have happened that left the Handler as a dying mess on the floor. When finally the thought did occur to him that Varris being mortally wounded did spell trouble for the movement, it reminded War as to why he flew over in the first place. He raised his gaze to look around, and slowly took in the scene - all the guards that had been protecting Varris were downed. In fact, nobody appeared to be unharmed in the room except himself. His eyes slid over the door to the Chamber. A flicker of understanding danced across his features, and he slowly turned his full body to take in the door, eyeing it as though staring down the runic entryway would give him answers. Funnily enough, though, an answer did come to him a moment later, if not to the question he was asking. A small, white orb floated through the door, unaffected by things such as the laws of physics, and lazily drifted through the room. Darion watched it warily, his hand sliding down to the hilt of his weapon. He felt nothing. Confused, Darion’s eye darted to his hip quickly, not wanting to take his eye off the orb for a second, and found that there was no blade by his side. The Horseman had, in his rush to get to the Primeval, left the sword behind. Perhaps he had missed when sliding it into his sheath, or dropped it altogether, but the effective point was that he stood before this ominous orb unarmed. He needn’t have worried, though. It had no interest in Darion. Seeing as it was an orb, it didn’t have features to really notice him; however, it clearly had purpose, and that purpose had nothing to do with War. It cut a somewhat determined path for the dying Varris, and with its one observer watching silently, the orb reached the chest and phased through its nearly extinct host. Immediately, his entire body glowed a brilliant ivory before fading, and Varris grew still. Had Ur sent this orb to put Varris out of his misery? That didn’t seem to fit the personality of the Usurper. He had spent many an afternoon mocking Varris along with his master, so he knew for certain that Ur’Alcyonis held no hidden love for his right hand. What was the purpose of this, then? To prevent Varris from spilling secrets of the Toffit plans? He had hardly seemed in any position to release information, wheezing and drooling blood onto the floor as he was. Darion started to dismiss this whole event as something beneath him, turning to face the doors to the Chamber once more. If someone was in there, he felt obligated to help; the question was if anyone had managed to enter. Barging into the realm of the Usurper without absolute knowledge that he should could lead to severe punishments. Crack!The indistinguishable sound of a bone snapping. It came from where Varris lay. Now even more confused, Darion whirled, expecting to see something he would need to react to. Perhaps enemies, or even the fool himself getting back to his feet, healed. He did not expect to see the grotesque display that he found. Varris’ limbs were expanding, growing bulbous. He was changing color, his skin developing a bluish hue, almost as though the corpse were freezing. Worse still was what was happening at the point where the white orb had made contact with the Handler. Sharp pink tendrils snaked his body in all directions from the central point, wrapping around his arms, neck, and shoulders. It seemed to be creating some kind of armor made out of pink coral... or perhaps tentacles. His stomach turned as they snaked up his neck and seeped inside the man’s skull. He was growing the most perverse hairstyle he’d ever seen. Throughout it all little fissures and cracks could still be heard, as his muscles grew rippled and taut and his bones shifted to new locations. Varris’ entire facial structure changed, giving him multiple rows of canines and a smile that stretched behind his face somehow. He crouched to his knees and grabbed the weapon of the closest felled guard, eyes still locked firmly onto the writhing corpse before him. He groaned to himself as he realized it was a throwing dagger - he had no idea what exactly was coming, but the Horseman of War did understand combat, and Varris’ new form was clearly built for physical violence. A throwing dagger, in the face of this, felt like worse than no weapon at all. Still, he clutched it tightly, mulling over to himself ways he could possibly make it useful in a fight. The tendrils did stop moving at some point, and when they did, three points glowed bright red from his body - Varris’ eyes, and the origin point of the tendrils, at the base of Varris’ sternum. Slowly - carefully - he lifted his arms and pushed the ground to bring himself upright, and the beast looked around indifferently, before settling his gaze on Darion. It was an eldritch horror, if one could be understood. A humanoid figure held together by the scraps of a half-forgotten memory of what sentient beings looked like. Nearly twelve feet tall at full height, it dwarfed War to nearly comical degrees. The Horseman shifted his body sideways, so that his form stood between this monstrosity and the entrance to the Chamber of Waking. He wasn’t sure what had changed the cowardly swine into this demon before him - or what its plans were - but unless its first move was to head down to the battlefield to help stop the invasion, he would assume for the moment that he stood before yet another adversary. It stepped - toward the Chamber - and Darion rushed forward. The creature lazily lifted an arm and swatted, as uninterested as though a bug had been buzzing in the room, and Darion went flying at the wall. Before he was able to stop himself, he plowed through the stone wall, careening through the open air. He spread his limbs apart and with an explosion of Ki, he managed to end his forward momentum. Thu-thump. The air had changed. He had felt something... leave, vanish. A fog had been lifted, and for a moment, Darion’s actual personality managed to scrape through to the surface. Who - or what - had freed him? He’d barely any time to think about it. The Horseman looked and saw Sariel. He wasn’t sure whether he was up or down, but Life floated next to him regardless of the physics of it. They locked eyes for a moment. What could he say? Before he could say anything, the chance was taken from him. The thing that used to be Varris leapt from the hole Darion had made in the Fortress and grabbed him roughly with both arms. He tried to fight the iron grip of his foe, but before he’d even begun to break free, he felt a searing pain shoot up from his groin. It was mind-numbing, he was being lobotomized without a sedative. Well, at least that had been how it felt. A second later, he felt nothing, because the creature had with its bare hands ripped War in half, bottom to top. It held the two halves for a moment, examining the innards of the Celestial with its glowing red eyes. Unsatisfied, it dropped the halves and continued to float in the air. This isn’t a raid. It’s gonna have some similarities to a raid, but for anybody who played video games in the 2000’s (which I assume is most of you) this is instead going to be a series of QTE’s for an epic finish of what used to be Ur’s second in command. For those of you who don’t understand: after every post I make of the Mutated Varris, I will give you guys an activity to perform as a group or body part to simultaneously attack. As soon as the round is done, I’ll reply with the reaction from the monster and name a new activity/target. This will go on for a couple of rounds until ending with the final killshot, which will be described in more detail when we get to that point. For this first round, I’d like you guys to attack his right arm. |
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Post by Lilim on Jan 21, 2024 23:59:25 GMT -5
There was an explosion of anger from someone nearby, and for a moment, the Demon Queen had hardly recognized the man due to his sudden explosion of power, but when she finally blinked the fatigue from her eyes, she saw Ghast in a furious mood due to Darion fleeing the field. Her smile had shifted to one of irritated confusion at first--they were on a battlefield, here to crush their foes and secure the fortress for Sariel--but then she remembered why Ghast had come along in the first place, realizing the true nature of the scientist's participation: specimens for experimentation. Her eyes widened in understanding and she gave him a single nod.
"A little less enthused than you accuse me of, scientist," she said, trying not to let the derision she felt for such individuals into her voice. It was hard to restrain herself in this environment--she had just finished fighting off one of Darion's clones, and now there appeared to be another battle on the horizon--but she spread her arms placatingly, though she suspected she would only come across as patronizing. "If nothing else, consider it a small victory for the greater goal," she said, trying her best to negotiate. She really was only here for the carnage and the favor she owed to Sariel, not to mention giving her legions good battlefield experience to take home to Infernus. The rest of the situation really didn't seem to bother the Demon Queen at all--that is, until...
The explosion of someone being thrown through one of the walls of the fortress caused her crimson gaze to turn back towards the fighting, noticing that Darion had been forcibly ejected from the fortification. Lilim smiled and opened her mouth to tell the good doctor that perhaps his chance had not been fully squandered, only for another creature to emerge from the fortress in the blink of an eye. This one was... well, was far, far different than any angel Lilim had seen, and for a moment, she paused in surprise and alarm.
"What... did the Primeval do to that one...?" she said aloud, though she wasn't really sure if that had been Ur'Alcyonis' doing or not. If anything, there could be a myriad of reasons why a Celestial had been so warped, but for some reason, her own intuition was practically screaming at her as to the cause and reason. If only she could remember... however, she did not get the chance to elaborate, seeing the creature rush forward and rip Darion in two with barely any effort, a mixture of shock and rage on her face as Lilim beheld the scene in full.
"Just like that... did we weaken him so much... or..." she said between growls of anger as she took up a more combative stance, preparing to face whatever new threat this was. Sure, this... thing just killed their opponent for them, but there was a bit of pride in Lilim's words, considering herself and the others had spent so much time trying to defeat Darion in the first place, only for him to be ripped apart easier than a child's toy. It was then that she paused, and her own ire started to grow.
"No... he's been enhanced and changed by the power of an Old One," she said, her words filled with hatred and malice as she suddenly started to power up with the realization, her fists tightening with new, unyielding fury. "I don't know how... but I refuse to let this creature continue to exist!" she yelled before rushing forward towards the massive beast in a furious charge. At first, it looked like she was just going to tackle the creature into its left side, but a swift teleport suddenly made her disappear, causing her to reappear at its right side, and she lashed out with another Hell-infused blow towards its right arm, her actions more guided by fury and raw strength than by any real strategy.
Ghast would notice at this juncture, Lilim wasn't fighting like someone wanting a good time or a good challenge--she was almost fighting like a cat meeting a snake, a lion against a hyena, or any other primitive or animal-kingdom-related hatred, like she was so thoroughly opposed to the monstrosity, her instinct guided her to violence than any conscious thought. Like she was meant to fight something like this!
WC: 730 / 9764 / 70123
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Post by Goku on Jan 22, 2024 22:24:42 GMT -5
One Shot
| FF9933 | WC: 686 / 10,984 / 70,809
| Those within the chamber wouldn't have the faintest clue on the events unfolding outside. They were trapped within now due to the Usurper's stray ball of light destroying the door, but otherwise they only had to take a handful of steps to be rejoined with the mutated Varris outside, and the rest of their allies. Not that their attention could be drawn anywhere else as the God they fought demanded it all. The Usurper's tendrils were broken to some degree of shock as the otherwise stoic look on his face turned sour as the mask crumbled due to the young Prince's elevation of power. Followed quickly by the enigmatic Fae powering up to a new level to face the god-like threat. It all happened in near unison. The Majin propelling himself forward, the Fae's dark, chaotic energy building up. Ur found himself doubled over as his midsection Ached with a burning pain as the whole Saiyan form smashed into him. He would not be deterred, even as the burning wall of energy slammed through him, causing the god to stumble backward. His muscles spasmed beneath the weight of the attacks and it stirred an ire within him. These upstarts failed to completely comprehend what they were up against! Arael fell to her feet as Ember cut the restrictive tendrils. She delivered a nod of thanks as she immediately added herself into the fray. Bending forward and scooping up her fallen axe and swung it in a large arc, the glint of silver flashing from the chaotic energies in the room as she used the Majins back as a stepping stone to carry her closer toward Ur. With a swing, the head of the axe found itself embedded into the chest of the Usurper, easily piercing the silken robes and immediately tinting the pure white fabric into a crimson shadow. Ur gasped, not out of pain or as his life threatened to come to a close - it wasn’t - but more out of a genuine surprise, much like that of an ant bite on a giant. It was enough. “ Even a God can die.” Arael’s voice was low, direct and laced with disdain. The barrel of the colt pressed firmly into the temple of her hated enemy for a fraction of a moment, before her finger pulled the trigger. A deafening explosion filled the room as the hammer hit, followed immediately by the sound of the white robed man hitting the floor. A golden tuft of smoke waved away from the execution style wound as Arael stood triumphant over the would-be God. White hair fell over the wound and obscured Ur’s face like a thin veil. ... The room stood in silence. Arael stood in bewilderment with the revolver still gripped tightly in her hands, in the same position she fired from. Her heart beat wildly within her chest, as if it was threatening to burst out from her chestplate. Scared to make a movement that would betray the reality of what was in front of her, was this dark chapter finally through?. Finally after what felt like an eternity she turned to Ember, then to Vegeta for a form of confirmation they were seeing the same thing. “ We did it…” she gasped, repeating the phrase once more. “ We killed him. He's fucking dead.” her tone was disbelief The celebration was cut short as the ground jolted, knocking those standing down to the ground and keeping them pinned as the violent rumble continued. The Usurper had diverted the flow of both chambers' energies to himself and now their power was rogue and untethered. Each passing only grew the intensity of the violently swirling energies erratic nature. “ We have to try and clear the door!” the Celestial yelled to her allies. “ It’s the only way out!”
Ember and Vegeta can assist Arael in clearing a path way forward. The wisps of energy that escaped from Ur earlier can also be collected, if a method of holding them is devised. Due to the current erratic nature of the chamber any attempt to utilize ki will result in it backfiring. |
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Post by Goku on Jan 23, 2024 10:59:14 GMT -5
The Father of Murder
| CC3399 | WC: 476 / 11,460 / 71,285
| In the name of that was unholy.
Cain witnessed the Citadel erupt in a show of shadow and flame. Their mission to hold off Darion, the Horseman of War long enough to allow the Celestial, Saiyan and Fae to assassinate their target was at an end. Whether they had succeeded or failed was of little consequence to the task at hand - to end the monster that so easily tore War apart.
The Mark on Cain's forearm burned with a searing pain, causing him to draw his free hand over the scar and wince. The pain would not subside and only grew more debilitating by the second, until finally he fell to one knee as his eyes laid upon the Demon Queen herself.
"My Lady..." he whispered. “I will do this for you,” he continued.
Try as he might, Cain could never deny his true purpose in life. When he tore out everything that made him, him and fell into a deep slumber, it was under a misguided attempt at altering his course. Mistakes like that could not happen again, he told himself. He would have to accept.
The shadow surrounding Cain swirled heavily through the air as they tightened around the man to completely eclipse him in a body armor of darkness. Like a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon, a transformation was occurring beneath the solidified shadow. As the cocoon parted down the middle and split, the twisted demonic Cain stepped out. Skin was replaced with thick ebony scales, much like that of a dragon. A tail hovered just above the scorched ground, the thin piercing barbs slightly disturbing the dirt as it absently waved back and forth.
Running his clawed hands over his head would reveal the jagged horns that framed his demonic features. It had been so long since he embraced this form. The Demonic Cain leaped to be near Lilim and stood tall on the nearest feature to elevate himself above the crowd.
“Soldiers!” he yelled out with a voice straight from the depths of hell. “We cannot let this abomination continue to exist, not while we draw breath. We must deliver the blows together!” he continued to roar. He was not one for words, so he would inspire with action by rushing headlong into battle alongside Lilim.
Cain chose the right arm first by leaping onto the giant creature and digging both sets of razor claws into the mutated skin, causing a rain of vile purple blood to spray in all directions, but it left a viable path to begin flaying the beast. As the others would dive into the fray, the Firstborn would keep an eye out for those who he could temporarily empower with his mark. The most battle hungry of warriors could be made a force under his influence. |
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Post by Holly on Jan 23, 2024 13:38:36 GMT -5
| Tomoko 667 / 6,711 / 71,952 |
Tomoko looked to Riki as she spoke two simple lines. The girl was prepping herself for what was coming next, unlike Tomoko. Riki grabbed Darion’s weapon and as Ghast spiked his energy, the mighty hero felt incline to show him that she was no slouch either. Broken earth crushed even further, and Tomoko found herself involuntarily moving from Riki.No doubt the girl was strong and now she was showing she had a hero complex. Tomoko wanted to ask what made her so sure she was needed here and not somewhere else? This place was crawling with powers, and this was a war between the greats and the goods.Didn’t the feeble and weak need heroes? Tomoko ignored Ghast’s tantrum and looked to her mother. She wanted to tell her that maybe they should return to Infernus and let them handle this. The bitch of war felt that maybe this favor was not worth it. As the thoughts parade in her mind, however, they came to a halt at an explosion from the chamber and Darion being flung into the air. Not too soon after a massive being of eldtrich horror stood tall and swiftly grabbed Darion and ripped him in two with the interest of a two year old who had no interest in that specific toy. He was tossed to the side and Tomoko frowned.That wasn’t how war should end. “Okay then hero,” Tomoko said standing tall with a gentle white light covering her body. “My mother needs you, that is where you should go.” The right side seemed to be the start of the attack on the monster. Cain changed formed as well, his presence and power maturing demonically. He rushed in with Liliim to aid her in battle. She then looked toward the doctor who cried and then back to Riki. Riki, Lilim, and Cain were the capable ones outside of herself.That made her look toward Life, who no doubt would have felt something to seeing War be ripped apart by a monster. “We have too many liabilities on the battlefield,” she said more so towards Ghast. Life did her thing to remain useful, and she was to be protected at all costs. Tomoko knew that they needed to fill a void though and she could feel that Darion would want his get back.Being a denizen of war herself, she knew what the denizens of war represented and how the felt. Death was welcomed but never could it take over one’s house. Her eyes lost its pink hue and returned to the Damaskian grey. The white aura cloaked and hid her metamorphosis, her hair unraveling and turning black, and dark wings spreading into existence. The bright white light broke off of her body like snow to a wind storm and there stood an expressionialess angel like woman.Her energy felt more serene than expected for someone who claimed war. Not all war was violent. There were the calm wars that were fought in silence -- and this Bitch of War represented that well. The war Darion fought now was the war between Life and Death and with a flicker of her eyes with his two halves in her vision she would enter that war with him mentally.She would place her hand upon the back of his own, standing behind him with her lips close to his ear in a whisper, a voice voided of emotion tickling his lobe,“Life should always win over Death, let me aid you in your war against it. Wake up, and aid us in battle, Darion. I believe in you. Life believes in you.”She was an ally of Life since the beginning, and she would not allow Death to claim Darion in the name of Life herself. If what she did worked, his body would be able to regenerate, taking portions of Tomoko’s own life force to accomplish the feat.“I said… wake up Darion,” she demanded with even more of her own life.
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