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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2024 22:10:23 GMT -5
| nice for what Ember Word Count: 1,053/1,053
Champion II, Zenkai |
Neraides was angry.
That much was evident from the raging tempest that filled the usually blue skies that covered the Summer Realm. Within the city of Lucis, the citizens had retreated into their homes, trying to seek shelter from the storm - no one wanted to suffer the wrath of what they believed to be their High Lord throwing another tantrum. Aestas Rex, however, wasn't the cause of the storm. He wasn't the reason behind the cascading sheets of rain coating the cobblestone streets, nor was he the reason that the skies were rumbling, almost as if protesting what was already taking place.
Something had planted a Tree of Might seed. A demon was trying to...
All for power. For greed. Gluttony.
Someone wished to destroy everything that the Ancestors had crafted for them.
Amid the chaotic storm, in the middle of the streets of the glistening city, a lone figure stood, white dress whipping around her body from the force of the winds, clinging to her as if she were a part of the storm itself. Anger was written across her features as she waited for the butcher to show his face and give his reasoning behind attempting to tear her home world apart.
Not that it mattered.
Ember had gotten the call from Aestas as soon as he'd heard the news. Someone had traveled to the planet, been welcomed onto Neraides graciously, and in return? He had planted the deadly seed with selfish intentions. When Aestas had first arrived through the portal, his expression had shown everything. His normally twinkling eyes were dark, and his expression stoic as he explained the matter. When asked why he didn't handle the vagabond himself, he had simply waved his hand.
"I have no need for battling weaklings. I believe that you, however, can benefit from this, little Fae. While I could end his life in a moment and destroy the tree... There is a prophecy."
"What prophecy?" She had whispered, tears springing to the corners of her eyes.
Aestas had recited the prophecy to her, still keeping that same stoic expression on his face.
A daughter of Death shall save the husk
Of what is our world, and claim the Dusk
A single seed will ignite a pyre
And the realms anew in Ice and Fire
She had listened to him with bated breath, and when he had finished, simply stared at him. She didn't understand half of it but got the gist. She was meant to protect Neraides from a demon that planned to destroy her home, but the rest of it made no sense to her. She had no powers of ice, and she didn't understand how being a daughter of Death meant her, unless it was referring to her deceased parents.
Aestas had stared at her for a moment, his apathetic expression changing into one of concern. It made sense - she felt as if she were going to throw up the contents of her stomach at the idea. Considering she wasn't much of a fighter, the prospect of battling made her fingertips cold and her neck hot. She could always, if needed, call upon Raven to help her if she got into too much trouble. Her darker half was driven by rage, lust, and the need for blood.
"Is he already there?" She had whispered, looking down at the indent that her pulse was making in her wrist from beating so quickly.
"Yes," Aestas replied to her, taking her hand in his umber one. "He has already planted the seed. The tree of might will mature in two weeks' time, so prepare how you must, but please... save Neraides. The High Lords can bring it back if it is destroyed, but as one might assume, it would take incredible amounts of power."
And so, Ember had agreed. The moment she had gathered her armor, said a teary goodbye to Nappa, and stocked up on supplies she believed might have been useful in her upcoming fight, she had teleported to the planet, and been met with the sunshine. After a few nights of resting and gathering her strength, she had awoken to chatter outside of her door in the tavern, and what sounded like a hurricane outside.
It was time.
Now, standing in the middle of the tempest, she awaited the demon that she was meant to murder in cold blood. When he finally arrived, she didn't speak, but simply spread her feet and lifted her fists to her chest, staring at him with her piercing, golden gaze.
She didn't need an explanation, nor did she need to worry herself with idle talk. Ivory ki swirled around her as her feet dug into the wet stone. Bolts of lightning rained down from the sky and struck the cobblestones, but did not cause damage as one would expect. It simply vanished, absorbed into the half-Fae's body, and causing the energy around her to grow until light glowed around her, making her a beacon in the darkness.
Even though she didn't speak, her anger was bubbling up in her chest, and she could feel hot tears stinging in the corners of her eyes. She could hear Neraides crying out for mercy, screaming in anger and agony as the Tree of Might drained its life force from it, begging for someone to help it. Ember opened her mouth, and almost as if she were vocalizing what the planet was feeling, a deafening screech escaped her lips, shattering glass from nearby buildings and cracking the cobblestone under her feet.
She didn't hesitate, nor wait another moment before shooting into the air, gathering enough distance between herself and the imp below her. She only hovered for a moment, before diving face-first toward the pink-skinned creature and throwing all of her weight toward his midsection. She did not relent, and drew her palm back, allowing that same ivory ki to coat her palm, and slammed it into the same spot she had just targeted with her skull.
Finally, the half-Fae rushed toward him in an attempt to lock him into close combat - she was beginning to understand the righteous anger that her counterpart felt, because at that moment, the only thing she could think of was how many times she could hit him before he would begin to bleed.
Actions: Free) Crush Stance
A1.) Transform to Demigod (-3%)A2.) Fae's Caterwaul (-2%) [DR 2 | Auto-Stun]A3.) Bukujutsu (-0.1%) + Hammerhead (-0.5%) [DR 2.5]A4.) LostSpd.) Focused Palm Strike (-2%) [DR 2 | Poison]
Mark II Scouter.) Start Grapple
TrackersKi Used: 7.6%
Ki Remaining: 92.4%
Damage Taken: 0% Equipment- +2,000 TOU + 8% [CC Jacket, CC Gloves, CC Utility Pants Hardened Cap Shield, Lich's Necklace]
- -20% DMG [CC Armored Body Sleeve, Lich's Necklace]
- +200 STR & +2% [Attunement Crystal]
- +5% Physical Damage [CC Gloves]
- +500 Ki [Ki Gloves]
- PTO Variety Blaster [DR3 - Two Shots]
n/a Notes- Champion Lvl II
- Advanced Fisticuffs [+1 DR PHYS | +0.5 DR to HYB]
- Zenkai Gains
- Ki Mastery III
- +50 All Stats [5 Trophies]
- 7/7 Speed Teleports Left
- 6/6 Counterattacks Left
- 1/1 Instant Transmission
- 2/2 Deflects
- 1/1 Kiai
- Second Wind, Focused Anger, Dulled Senses
Prepared Items1. Bento Box [Potion x2, Sensu Bean]
2. Capsule Corp Barrier
3. Capsule Corp Body-Shield
4. Emergency Item
5. Krampus's Coal
6. Pengling
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Status Field Generator
9. Stun Grenade StatsPower Level: 747,133Ki: 375,710Strength: 100,015 Speed: 123,630 Toughness: 95,519Stamina: 89,561 - 4,287 = 85,274Vitality: 90,615Determination: 2,765Charisma: 6,240Intelligence: 2,722 |
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Post by Videl on Jan 4, 2024 13:15:28 GMT -5
 "] | Beelzebub Word Count: 935 / 935
Passive: Int II, Tactician I |
Neraides. The planet reeked of desperation and self-importance. From the very moment the small demon set foot on the supposedly lustrous world, he could smell it, the foul scent stinging his nostrils, almost making him wretch. It was a stark contrast to the image that the world portrayed, a colourful world, filled with flowers, fields aplenty and crisp blue skies, but there was something rotting beneath the surface. Beelzebub could only infer from the instructions he’d been given that it emanated from the inhabitants themselves. The Fae. The pink demon cared little for power or politics. He knew very well that he was being used as a pawn in the grand scheme of things. It didn’t take much to realise that whomever had sent him on this quest had a score to settle with the Fae, and was using the Tree of Might to deliver swift retribution to their enemy. Was it right? Was it just? Beelzebub didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. This was merely the first step he needed to take in order to regain the life he’d lost. Whilst Kaizu and Orai had been kind enough to take him in, he still felt like an outcast. The demon still missed that sense of belonging. A feeling he surmised he would only get through returning to the demon realm, and that required a gesture, an almighty feat to prove himself worthy of returning, even if it meant the destruction of a world. Upon planting the seed, Neraides quickly changed. It was as if the planet itself grew sick, stormy skies raged overhead, high winds swept through the plains and rain poured as if it was trying to rid itself from the virus that was infecting it. But the planet itself could do little against the might of the tree as it continued to suck on the planet’s lifeforce, slowly draining it until it would eventually become a husk. Beelzebub sat in wait, sheltering himself from the incensed storm beneath the branches of the tree, which had grown far more quickly than the demon had anticipated. Although despite his relaxed nature, lying back against the trunk, there was still doubt in his mind. The prophecy had mentioned trials and tribulations. There was no way that the destruction of this world would be so easy. It was only a matter of time before the people would join the planet in fighting back. The demon wasn’t wrong. As if on cue, a young lady arrived on the scene facing him, her clothes sodden as the high winds and rain continued to buffet against her. Even at a distance, Beelzebub could see the fury in her eyes. But she did not speak. Instead, the storm itself seemed to strike down upon her, momentarily leading Beelzebub to believe that he’d, in fact, got quite lucky, but instead of the woman crumpling to the ground in a steaming hot mess, she seemed to be imbued by its power. Whether by pain, or sheer emotion, she let out a blood curdling screech, forcing the young demon to raise his hand up to his ears, though it did little to soften the sound, but thankfully the sweet he just happened to be sucking on seemed to halt any momentary paralysis. The red-haired woman didn’t let up there, shooting towards Beelzebub, closing the distance at a greater speed than he’d anticipated, using her body as a weapon as she slammed into him, forcing him to ricochet against the trunk of the tree, temporarily winding him, and before he could catch his breath, she thrust her glowing palm directly into chest, forcing him back a few more feet, though thankfully this time avoiding slamming against the tree. Beelzebub’s feet slid through the soggy grass and mud, leaving tracks in front of him as he looked up to see the woman rushing him yet again. But this time, he was ready. He could sense it. This was it. The moment the prophecy had foretold. The demon clenched each fist as the red-haired lady closed the distance between them. His mind was only focused on one thing. He didn’t care about power. Nor did he care for the foul-smelling Fae. He just wanted to belong. He just wanted to go home. With all the might he could muster, Beelzebub jumped into the fray head first. “You know,” he the demon started, as the two got within reaching distance of each other. “I expected them to send someone a little more intimidating,” he teased, shutting his eyes for a second, forcing his head towards the bridge of her nose, as he thrust his left knee towards her chin, using her momentum against her. Given his height disadvantage, he had no choice but to continue to attack her head, throwing a roundhouse kick, and then using his own momentum to spin around with a spinning heel kick towards her temple. Without even realising, his right hand started to glow, radiating with pink energy as he swung his fist towards the woman's face, causing each rain droplet to evaporate from the heat as it sliced through the air. Beelzebub’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his left fist even tighter, feeling the weight of the situation rest heavily on his shoulders, but using the pressure to throw an uppercut at the woman’s chin, before clasping his hands together, letting out all of his frustration with a scream as he thrust both hands down with everything he had towards the top of her head, hoping to send her face first into the cold and sodden ground. Free. Crush StanceFree. Take A2Free. Consume PanaceaFree. Take SpdFree. Accept GrappleA1. SA - Headbutt [Crit 5%] A2. SA - Knee Strike [Crit 5%] A3. SA - Roundhouse Kick [Crit 5%] A4. SA - Spinning Heel Kick [Crit 5%] Scouter. Blast Punch - DR 1.5 [2%] G1. SA - Uppercut [Crit 5%] G2. SA - Double Hammerfist [Crit 5%] Ki Used: 2% Ki Remaining: 98% Attacks Taken Hammerhead, Fae's Caterwaul, Focused Palm Strike Stats: PL - 209,031 [75%] Ki - 104,673 STR 28,886 SPD 44,064 TOU 24,614 STA 26,156 | 25,841 (Fatigue) VIT 25,016 INT 1,728 CHA 4,841 DET 4,258 Notes: Prepped Items
1. Senzu Bean
2. Panacea
3. Meat Shield?
Misc
1. Intimidation II [Reduce Stamina, Vitality, Toughness and Strength]
2. Determination Perks: Second Wind, Ferocity, Resolved, Death Pact
3. Tactician I [1/3]
DMG Reduction: 0%
Speed Teleports: 6/6
Counters: 1/1
Equipment Body
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Scouter/Interlock/Eye Shield
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2024 2:58:23 GMT -5
| don't get sad, get even Ember Word Count: 1,081/2,134 |
Heavy raindrops pelted against the half-Fae's face and ears, drenching her hair and trickling down her neck as she finished her attacks against the pink imp. The satisfying crack! of his body against the tree trunk made her stomach flip with excitement, and the one singular thought coiling around her mind was if she could get his bones to make that same noise. He spoke, - You know, I expected them to send someone a little more intimidating - but she did not respond; words were only wasted on this creature that had dared to harm her planet, her sanctuary, with his ruddy hands.
He moved toward her, bucking his strangely shaped head to her nose in an attempt to throw her off; in return, she attempted to grab his face so that her palm covered it and moved to pull it down toward her knee so she could slam her hard bone into his nose. Controlled rage filled the half-Fae’s chest, and she decided quickly to repeat the movement for good measure - if only to see blood trickle from the cartilage on his face.
He did not let up after her counter, though. Instead, the little demon lobbed his knee toward her, and she instinctively drew her head back and thrust her hand out to catch said knee; then, she leaned her head back into focus and chomped down on the pink flesh as hard as her jaw would allow her, before releasing and spitting out the disgusting taste of demon on the ground. She moved to slam her palm into his chest in an attempt to throw him on the wet cobblestone, golden eyes blazing with righteous ferocity.
The demon was fighting hard, giving it his all so that he could gain the power that Neraides held. She wasn’t going to allow him to receive the blessings that the Ancestors had given them - he was not deserving, and would never be. From his position, he moved to attack her face again, but she ducked until she was eye-level with his abdomen, and threw two harsh punches toward his gut, hoping to knock the wind out of him. She wanted him to feel the same breathlessness that she had when Aestas had told her the news of the invader attempting to destroy the world, wanted to watch him gasp for air and beg for mercy under the stormy tempest that was raging in the sky.
Despite burning all of his momentum with his first kick, he swiftly went for another, and as it approached, she could sense that it had less energy than his prior attempts at wounding her. She only drew her head back, watching as his heel grazed her dress. Part of her wanted to laugh at the attempt, but she had no reason to waste any emotion other than rage on him.
Easily, she threw her palms out, to shove him against the cobblestone again, wondering why he had even bothered to stand; moving forward, she drew her foot up and attempted to slam her heel directly into his skull, hoping to hear a satisfying crack. It was probably too much to wish for his brains to splatter against the pavement, and there was a chance he would roll out of the way… but if he did, the stone underneath her feet would simply split from the strength of her attack.
Ember sashayed backward, taking a moment to regain a steady pattern of breath, and giving a small glance to the buildings just yards away from the fight that was taking place. She didn’t know if the damage she was doing would affect the citizens safe within their homes, but she made a mental note to try and contain any anger she did have so that no one would be harmed… besides her opponent. She noticed an elderly Fae peeking through her curtains and gave her a quick nod, before directing her eyes back to the pink demon just in time to duck out of the way of his glowing fist. Her heart sped up slightly - she had nearly made a mistake - and it was one she wouldn’t make again.
He continued his assault, moving to strike her under her chin. What was it with this demon and chins? Did he have a strange fetish for them? The half-Fae tilted her head enough so that his fist careened out of the way, catching it as soon as it whistled past her face. Then, she closed in and moved to deliver two ruthless blows to his throat. She found herself fantasizing about ways she could maim him, ways that she could rend the rosy pink flesh… even thinking of stringing up the remainder of what was left of him; maybe she would hang him in the middle of Neraides so that any future invaders would be deterred from trying to destroy her home again.
The demon attempted to deliver a second attack following the uppercut to her skull, clasping his hands together as if he were praying. She moved to grab both of his wrists where they touched and threw him to the ground again. He belonged there, on the dirt with the worms and insects that had no significance to her. Truth be told, he belonged under the planet, where the bugs would be free to feast on his body and transform his flesh into fuel for her home. Lifting her leg again, she kicked at his chest as hard as she possibly could, trying to crack his ribs.
Ember was beginning to understand why Raven loved to kill so much, why she enjoyed waking covered in blood and sinew. She hadn’t comprehended why her darker half had taken contracts for her in their early days, hadn’t been able to fathom taking a life… but she supposed that if one had as much anger as she did at this moment, had so much pent-up rage and hurt, that they could be driven to do just about anything.
Lightning struck nearby, cracking cobblestones, almost as if the very environment was egging her on, urging her to attack with more fervor. She listened, and drew her fist back, not even realizing how brightly it glowed with her ivory ki. As if the world was assisting her, sparks of golden lightning crackled around her closed palm, and she went to drive it directly into the demon’s face, waiting for the gratifying contact that she so craved.
Actions: Free.) Demigod (-3%)
A1.) Counter A1 + 2 SAs [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+5% DMG] [5% Crit Chance]
A2.) Counter A2 + 2 SAs [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+5% DMG] [5% Crit Chance]
A3.) Counter A3 + 2 SAs [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+5% DMG] [5% Crit Chance]
A4.) Counter A4 + 2 SAs [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+5% DMG] [5% Crit Chance]
Spd.) Dodge Scouter
Crush.) Counter G1 + 2 SAs [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+5% DMG] [5% Crit Chance]
G1.) Counter G2 + 2 SAs [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+5% DMG] [5% Crit Chance]
G2.) Blast Punch (-2%) [DR 1.5] [97k STR vs 24k TOU] [+4% DMG] [5% Crit Chance] [+Extra DMG from Ki Gloves]
TrackersKi Used: 12.6%
Ki Remaining: 87.4%
Damage Taken: 0% Equipment- +2,000 TOU + 8% [CC Jacket, CC Gloves, CC Utility Pants Hardened Cap Shield, Lich's Necklace]
- -20% DMG [CC Armored Body Sleeve, Lich's Necklace]
- +200 STR & +2% [Attunement Crystal]
- +5% Physical Damage [CC Gloves]
- +500 Ki, +3% Energy Attacks [Ki Gloves]
- PTO Variety Blaster [DR3 - Two Shots]
n/a Notes- 93k STR vs 25k TOU
- Champion Lvl II
- Advanced Fisticuffs [+1 DR PHYS | +0.5 DR to HYB]
- Zenkai Gains
- Ki Mastery III
- +50 All Stats [5 Trophies]
- 7/7 Speed Teleports Left
- 0/6 Counterattacks Left
- 1/1 Instant Transmission
- 2/2 Deflects
- 1/1 Kiai
- Second Wave, Ferocity, Focused Anger
Prepared Items1. Bento Box [Potion x2, Sensu Bean]
2. Capsule Corp Barrier
3. Capsule Corp Body-Shield
4. Emergency Item
5. Krampus's Coal
6. Pengling
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Status Field Generator
9. Stun Grenade StatsPower Level: 723,505Ki: 364,460Strength: 97,202Speed: 123,630Toughness: 92,707Stamina: 86,748 - 5,415 = 79,692Vitality: 87,803Determination: 2,765Charisma: 6,240Intelligence: 2,722 |
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Post by Videl on Jan 5, 2024 7:13:15 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 809 / 1,744
Passive: Int II, Tactician I |
The small demon could do little in the way of minimising the damage inflicted by the incensed redhead. Her sheer speed was mighty, and in spite of his best efforts to remain on the offensive, she seemed to have an answer for everything he threw at her, ducking, diving and dodging each blow, only to quickly counteract with a strike of her own, slamming into his face and body with force he’d never felt before. His attempts to avoid the brunt of her assault were very much in vain. His body attempted to manoeuvre to diminish the level of pain inflicted, but the incessant downpour around them made it even more difficult to predict her movements, hampering his vision, and making it difficult to stabilise his movements. As a result, the final blow sent him reeling, flying through the air, before sliding across the cobblestone (despite the fact that the tree had been planted in a grassy field), feeling the friction of the stone burn against his face, finally coming to a halt in a crumpled mess on the floor. His body throbbed and ached. “Filthy, fat Fae,” He growled through gritted teeth, the anguish clearly evident on his face. Where did that come from? Beelzebub thought to himself as he looked up at her, pushing himself up from the cold, wet ground. Her eyes were still filled with nothing but fury. The young demon hadn’t started this in a malicious way. It was merely a means to an end. He harboured no ill will to the people of Neraides, only seeking to do what he must in order to regain his home. But that was changing. They are a scourge. A plague. A voice sounded in the deep recesses of the Demon’s mind, but it was not his own. Yet the statement rang true. In the very core of his being, there was no doubt in his mind. From the moment he’d stepped foot on the wretched planet, he could smell it. There was something about them that was off. They were rotten. Beelzebub continued to stare at the furious Fae in front of him. She was the worst of all. Fueled by some sort of righteous indignation. It was evident that she believed herself to be better than him. Superior. Did she really believe that her power made her better than him? Or perhaps, much like the Earthlings, she saw Demons as evil, feeling as though she had the moral high ground, in spite of the evil intent that was clearly evident in her eyes. Pain. Suffering. He could see it. He could smell it. The Fae were not good people. They were a virus. Beelzebub’s silver wristband pulsed, as if reminding him of his plight. He had no time to waste. It was time to make a statement. A sly grin spread across his face as the rain started beating around them even harder, the heavy pitter patter on the cobblestone intensifying, until it was almost impossible to distinguish the sound from constant white noise. Darkness swirled within the Demon. Embrace the darkness. The voice spoke again, like a distant echo. As if he was being controlled by an otherworldly force, Beelzebub found himself raising his arm parallel to the ground, his palm flat, facing the redheaded Fae. But then, his arm shifted to the left, pointing towards the quaint row of houses. The old man continued to peek through the curtains, his eyes wide with fear as he noticed Beelzebub glancing at him. The old man was so stricken with terror, that he hadn’t noticed the small child taking the opportunity to peek through the curtains as well. Beelzebub didn’t see himself as a monster. But these people did. “You still have a chance to leave with your people,” The Demon announced, looking back towards the large woman. “I am not a monster…” He continued, as a sphere of pink energy grew from the palm of his hand. “But push me too far and I will become one,” Beelzebub finished, before firing off four warning blasts towards the row of houses. They were not fired with malice, but the pink Demon was well aware that should the furious Fae not intercept them, that her people would indeed suffer the consequences. Using the potential distraction, Beelzebub launched himself forwards from one foot, closing the distance between the two of them as he opened up his mouth, forcing out a torrent of flames towards the fiery redhead, hoping to engulf her. Steam rose from the area as the rain around them evaporated, giving Beelzebub a split second of cover to swing his leg around, cutting through the air, aiming to sweep her legs from underneath her, before thrusting his palm forwards, hoping to send her crashing across the cold, hard cobblestone. Free. Take all actionsA1. Stunned A2. 4 x Beam ball [DR 1] [2%] A3. Fire Breath [DR 1.5] [2%] [Crit: Burn 10-25%] A4. Razor Swipe [DR 2.5] [2%] [Crit: Slice 10-25%] Crush Stance. Focused Palm Strike [DR 2] [2%] [Crit: Poison 10-25%] Ki Used: 10% Ki Remaining: 90% Attacks Taken Hammerhead, Fae's Caterwaul, Focused Palm Strike, 12 x SA, Blast Punch Stats: PL - 207,771 [75%] Ki - 104,673 STR 28,886 SPD 44,064 TOU 24,614 STA 26,156 | 24,581 (Fatigue) VIT 25,016 INT 1,728 CHA 4,841 DET 4,258 Notes: Prepped Items
1. Senzu Bean
2. Panacea
3. Meat Shield?
Misc
1. Intimidation II [Reduce Stamina, Vitality, Toughness and Strength]
2. Determination Perks: Second Wind, Ferocity, Resolved, Death Pact
3. Tactician I [2/3]
DMG Reduction: 0%
Speed Teleports: 6/6
Counters: 1/1
Equipment Body
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2024 10:36:44 GMT -5
| Ember Word Count: 914/1,995 |
The half-Fae was now completely drenched from the rain. Cold was beginning to seep through her clothes despite the humid air that surrounded the pair. He couldn’t dodge her attacks, it seemed - her sheer speed and power were no match for the tiny demon’s body. He seemed to realize this as well because he lashed out at her with his tongue like he was a child who wasn’t getting his way.
She simply watched as he pushed himself up off of his elbows and got to his feet. While this battle had not proved to be difficult so far, she was interested to see if he had anything else up his sleeve. Maybe, in another life, they could have been friends, and this battle would have been amicable to the both of them.
Maybe.
Thunder boomed overhead yet again, and lightning followed, striking a tree closer to the street’s edge. She didn’t even blink at the noise or the heat that the electricity had given off, still staring at him. Most of the fury had left her body, replaced with a numb sense of responsibility toward the Fae that lived on the planet. He raised his arm, ready to strike, and she began to move, ready to dodge it, when his hand instead pointed toward the buildings.
Strangely, she relaxed, and for the first time, a smirk tilted up the corners of her lips as he spoke.
“You still have a chance to leave with your people. I am not a monster, but push me too far and I will become one.”
He fired four blasts toward the buildings, and she continued to look at him. Rather than careening into the buildings and breaking stone, hurting the innocent Fae within, lightning struck down in front of the buildings where his energy would have hit, and deflected the blasts into the ground where they harmlessly dissipated. Ember realized then that this runt didn’t do the research about Neraides that he should have.
Neraides was alive. According to the history that was held within the largest libraries of the planet, the Goddess had sacrificed herself to create the world during a galactic war, many eons ago, storing her magic within the planet. In a way, she had always been watching over her children, making sure that they were safe and sound… and protecting them from outsiders.
He threw himself forward, in what might have been an attempt to blitz her, and opened his maw, flames pouring out and evaporating the rain surrounding the pair. The attack hit her full force, and she almost wanted to thank him for the heat - it was nearly enough to dry her clothes completely; there were a few moments toward the end of his attack when the heat became nearly unbearable, and she was pleased when it was finally over. The demon moved to sweep her legs from underneath her, but rather than knocking her off her feet as he’d hoped, his small limbs weren’t enough to topple her - instead leaving a throbbing pain in her shins. Then, he attempted to follow the attack up with his open palm.
Ember was tiring of these games, of these futile attempts at hurting her. She side-stepped the demon, and in a flash of lightning, re-appeared behind him, lifting her left leg and attempting to bring it down on his back as quickly as she possibly could. Her goal was to send him careening, hopefully making him stagger forward.
As long as it worked like she’d hoped it would, she would teleport in front of him, lightning crackling around her limbs, and kick him as hard in the chest as her body would possibly allow her to. If he didn’t move out of the way, he would go flying into the sky, towards the silver tempest, and she would appear in front of him once more, throwing all of her force into one final kick so that his face would collide with the cobblestone underneath them.
The moment that she finished, she would land back on the ground, and throw her hands in front of her head, viciously headbutting the pink imp, before backing up and repeating the movement. The moment that her skull left its spot in his torso, she would lift her head back so that she was at her full height, she looked down at the creature with pity in her eyes.
He had invaded her planet and had attempted to leech the life from the Goddess so that he could grow more powerful. It was a shame, though - he could have requested the Fae to help strengthen his power with the many herbs they had or even the High Lords if he had been so desperate. She didn’t allow herself to dwell on it any longer, lifting her palm toward his face. Lightning coursed around her fingers, sparking rapidly around the glow of ivory energy that had also surrounded her palm. A second passed, and the energy suddenly disappeared, as if someone had hit a switch and taken away whatever magic she possessed. Ember didn't react, though - didn't scream, nor cry, nor show any sign of worry. She simply stood and waited. Moments later, the ki around her fingers reappeared, along with a giant wall of the same pure, white energy that moved forward to engulf the tiny demon in its clutches.
It was time to get rid of this nuisance once and for all.
Actions: Free.) Ignore A2; Take A3 & A4
Free.) Demigod (-3%)
A1.) Dodge Crush Stance.
A2.) Boom... (-3%) [3 ST + 3 Dynamite Kicks]
A3.) ...Shakalaka [Total DR: 1.5 for each DKs]
A4.) Hammerhead (-0.5%) [DR 2.5]
Spd.) Hammerhead (-0.5%) [DR 2.5]
Tact II.) Static Flicker (-15%) [DR 7] [+3% Energy DMG]
TrackersKi Used: 34.6%
Ki Remaining: 65.4%
Damage Taken: 0% Equipment- +2,000 TOU + 8% [CC Jacket, CC Gloves, CC Utility Pants Hardened Cap Shield, Lich's Necklace]
- -20% DMG [CC Armored Body Sleeve, Lich's Necklace]
- +200 STR & +2% [Attunement Crystal]
- +5% Physical Damage [CC Gloves]
- +500 Ki, +3% Energy Attacks [Ki Gloves]
- PTO Variety Blaster [DR3 - Two Shots]
Fire Breath
Razor Swipe Notes- 93k STR vs 25k TOU
- Champion Lvl II
- Advanced Fisticuffs [+1 DR PHYS | +0.5 DR to HYB]
- Zenkai Gains
- Ki Mastery III
- +50 All Stats [5 Trophies]
- 7/7 Speed Teleports Left
- 0/6 Counterattacks Left
- 1/1 Instant Transmission
- 2/2 Deflects
- 1/1 Kiai
- Second Wave, Ferocity, Focused Anger
Prepared Items1. Bento Box [Potion x2, Sensu Bean]
2. Capsule Corp Barrier
3. Capsule Corp Body-Shield
4. Emergency Item
5. Krampus's Coal
6. Pengling
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Status Field Generator
9. Stun Grenade StatsPower Level: 723,505Ki: 364,460Strength: 97,202Speed: 123,630Toughness: 92,707Stamina: 86,748 - 12,030 = 74,718Vitality: 87,803Determination: 2,765Charisma: 6,240Intelligence: 2,722 |
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Post by Videl on Jan 5, 2024 12:17:10 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 724 / 2,468
Passive: Int II, Tactician I |
Just before the moment of impact, lightning crackled down from the sky, causing the energy blasts to explode in a burst of light. Beelzebub cursed his bad luck, and noticed the wry smile on the Fae’s face. Did she know that was going to happen, or was she really that callous that she’d let her own people suffer, save for the luck of the storm reaching out to stop the imminent destruction? As the fight raged on, the Demon’s efforts seemed to be futile against his foe. She did little to defend against his assault, instead choosing to be enveloped by the roaring inferno and merely stand there as he struck her body. But in spite of her singed form, she swiftly retaliated, disappearing for a moment. Before Beelzebub could realise what had happened, he was sent careening into the sky. His stomach turned in knots from the dizzying efforts of being kicked around, each explosive strike sending him back and forth until he was once again met with the ground. The little fiend threw his hands down just at the last moment, flipping himself back on to his feet, only to be met with a heavy head meeting his, forcing him to stumble back a few feet, almost slipping on the wet stone beneath. Almost on instinct, Beelzebub raised his arms in front of his face, blocking the blunt force trauma of the second blow, once again forcing him to take another step back. Then, there was a quiet moment. A very brief lull, as if time itself slowed down, just for a split second. Release the darkness. The deep voice spoke once more. A throb pounded inside of Beelzebub’s mind. But it wasn’t physical. Something else was happening. Although his eyes were open, watching his opponent, Beelzebub wasn’t present. He could see the lightning flickering around her arms, but the sight of it wasn’t registering. Instead, what sounded like the beating of a drum pounded in his mind. Bom. Bom. Bom.It continued to pound away, as he felt something bubbling up from his core. Darkness? Hatred? It burned. The intense heat and pressure rose from within, making the young Demon feel like he was going to explode at any moment. Release the darkness.Barely aware of what was happening, Beelzebub screamed in anguish. The almighty roar emanated deep from within his core, causing the very fabric of reality to ripple in front of him. Though his eyes could see it, he could not quite believe it. The energy coursing towards him dissipated against the soundwaves, petering out before they could reach him. As the cry died down, only silence was left, save for the incessant ringing in his ears. Even the rain had stopped momentarily, the shockwaves forming some kind of a bubble against the downpour. And then, as if by magic, the torrential rain continued, thundering down upon them once again, instantly soaking the two of them. Beelzebub breathed heavily, although it wasn’t the pain causing him to do so, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins, pumping through every extremity. He could barely contain himself, unable and unwilling to stand still as his fingers started twitching, scratching against his legs. His eyes were the only things that remained still, fixated on the one person who stood between him and his home. The young Demon bent his knees, squatting down, spring loading himself as he once again launched himself towards the larger woman, cocking back one arm as if meaning to strike her, then swinging his fist forwards, before vanishing at the last moment, appearing behind her, only to use the wall as a launch pad, greatly increasing his momentum as he tore through the air, the skin on his face rippling from the velocity, aiming to cripple the Fae with a well-placed strike to the spine. Using the close proximity between them, Beelzebub allowed his lips to part once more. His demonic core ignited once more, the darkness within intensifying the flames as they gurgled through his throat, and erupting from his mouth. The skin around his mouth sizzled from the white hot intensity of the blazing inferno that sought to completely engulf the already singed redhead. The only saving grace being that his demonic form was used to the fires of Hell. Free. Take A2-4A1. Block Spd A2. Kiai vs. Static Flicker A3. ST + Dragon Dive [DR 6] [6%] A4. Fire Breath [DR 1.5] [2%] Ki Used: 18% Ki Remaining: 82% Attacks Taken 3 x Hammerhead, Fae's Caterwaul, Focused Palm Strike, 12 x SA, Blast Punch, Boom Shakalaka Stats: PL - 206,513 [75%] Ki - 104,673 STR 28,886 SPD 44,064 TOU 24,614 STA 26,156 | 23,323 (Fatigue) VIT 25,016 INT 1,728 CHA 4,841 DET 4,258 Notes: Prepped Items
1. Senzu Bean
2. Panacea
3. Meat Shield?
Misc
1. Intimidation II [Reduce Stamina, Vitality, Toughness and Strength]
2. Determination Perks: Second Wind, Ferocity, Resolved, Death Pact
3. Tactician I [3/3]
DMG Reduction: 0%
Speed Teleports: 6/6
Counters: 1/1
Equipment Body
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Post by Puar on Jan 5, 2024 13:28:27 GMT -5
Ight so this tore me up. I am going to point this out properly so sit down and listen. I am not a writing major or anything, but I do enjoy reading. So let me address the elephant in the room before it gets too close to see. Both of you are passive aggressively adding description to your RP and diminishing the quality. I do not need to know how rotten the Fae are, or how unworthy this demon is of gaining the power every so often. I really think you two are writing to one up each other in insults or dragging the other character's story down. I will say it in one line: This is not entertaining. NOW. Battle RP wise and use of backdrop, its decent. Well written when it's just about the battle but there are alot of sentences that could be structured shorter and easier to read. Ember adding background to the story (I mean this is being done on her planet after all, she has clear advantage and is using it) is good. I am giving Ember the RP Award because of that. Beez, I need you to take what you can use and use it. Its going to be hard to establish flow from someone else's story. Maybe I missed it but you did start off with the reason you were there but it devolved into fighting -- I did notice though that there is a voice that seems to be compelling Beez. Both of your writings have been a bit of a chore to read and could be structured shorter as mentioned above. I notice that you two are posting back-to-back really fast -- and I find it hard to believe you guys are properly proofing your work and making sure your sentences are easy to read. Some sentences I had to double back on only because I lost track of the purpose of that sentence by the time I got to the period lol. Work on it, slow down and proof -- you get a whole 24 hours. If yall want to push through this fast that is fine, just -- if you guys want RP Award put more work in it. tl;dr: Ember gets Award, this is her planet and she used that to her advantage to establish story and flow. Damage: Beez: 37.94% dmg Ember: 3.03% dmg |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2024 4:41:11 GMT -5
| Ember Word Count: 605/1,519 |
Ember had expected her ki to engulf him - expected the bright white wall of magic to swallow him whole and cause him to disappear. Instead, a scream ripped from his throat, and the sheer force of the soundwaves caused her attack to vanish before it even had a chance to hit him. She had to admit - it was impressive. It almost seemed as if he were in as much pain as the planet below - as if he too, had felt anguish for his actions.
There seemed to be a hesitation in the air around them, almost as if Neraides had paused to allow him to recover from the energy spent - even the torrent of rain ceased for a moment, before a thunderclap sounded, and began to douse them once more in the cold deluge. The little demon began twitching and shivering, making her think for a brief moment that he having a fit of some sort - maybe a seizure? She was wrong, however - he stood, and bent his knees, before rushing toward her.
For some reason, the shock of how sudden the movement from the demon had been kept her locked in place. Was she going to be hit by this attack? She stood, dumbfounded, watching as he closed in. Moments before his fist connected with her face, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and pull her so quickly away from the oncoming demon that she nearly had whiplash. When she turned to look at who had saved her, she saw a scaly-skinned Fae, with long stringy hair, slinking back toward the forests. The only logical explanation that Ember could come up with was that she had been dragged out of the way by the creature - effectively protecting her from being battered by the little demon.
As if to affirm it, she heard a whisper in the recesses of her mind.
We have fulfilled our promise to the High Lord. Do not expect help again.
Her distraction, however, seemed to cost her. Heat once again enveloped her, and she hissed between her teeth at the feverish feeling. She realized that he had again opened his mouth and launched pure flames at her! She could feel the hairs on her arms burn away and made a mental note to get more protective gear - demons really liked fire.
The shock seemed to wear off fairly quickly, and Ember took that as a chance to rejoin the fray and throw some punches of her own. She rushed forward from where the lesser Fae had deposited her - directly in front of the buildings where the other Fae dwelled - and drew her fist back. Her palm became engulfed with alabaster energy, revolving around her hand along with the sparks of lightning that Neraides had given her.
She attempted to drive her fist directly into his gut, and drew her leg back, trying to throw it right between his legs - if he was anything like the males that inhabited Earth, it was sure to be a weak spot. A dirty trick, yes, but… why not?
She backed up a few inches and extended her palm. That same ivory ki that had coated her fingers moments before elongated, forming a bright white sword from the energy. It sizzled and popped as it completed its formation, and she took no time to admire her handiwork. Ember rushed forward, aiming first for his chest, and throwing two large slices at him in an X shape, before drawing her arm back and slamming it forward in hopes of impaling him on it.
Actions: Free.) Demigod (-3%)
Free.) Take A4
A1.) ST + Dodge A3
A2.) 2 SAs [Power Punch,
A3.) Activate Ki Sword (-7%)
A4.) Ki Sword [DR 6.5 | Slice]
Spd.) Ki Sword
Tact II.) Ki Sword
TrackersKi Used: 44.6%Ki Remaining: 55.4%Damage Taken: 3.03%Equipment- +2,000 TOU + 8% [CC Jacket, CC Gloves, CC Utility Pants Hardened Cap Shield, Lich's Necklace]
- -20% DMG [CC Armored Body Sleeve, Lich's Necklace]
- +200 STR & +2% [Attunement Crystal]
- +5% Physical Damage [CC Gloves]
- +500 Ki, +3% Energy Attacks [Ki Gloves]
- PTO Variety Blaster [DR3 - Two Shots]
Attacks Taken Since DMG Report:Fire Breath Notes- Champion Lvl II
- Advanced Fisticuffs [+1 DR PHYS | +0.5 DR to HYB]
- Zenkai Gains
- Ki Mastery III
- Tactical Lvl.12
- +50 All Stats [5 Trophies]
- 6/7 Speed Teleports Left
- 0/6 Counterattacks Left
- 1/1 Instant Transmission
- 2/2 Deflects
- 1/1 Kiai
- 1/2 Crush Stance
Prepared Items1. Bento Box [Potion x2, Sensu Bean]
2. Capsule Corp Barrier
3. Capsule Corp Body-Shield
4. Emergency Item
5. Krampus's Coal
6. Pengling
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Status Field Generator
9. Stun Grenade StatsPower Level: 776,711Ki: 400,906Strength: 106,922Speed: 135,993Toughness: 101,977Stamina: 95,423 - 18,045 = 77,378Vitality: 96,583Determination: 2,765Charisma: 6,240Intelligence: 2,722 |
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Post by Videl on Jan 6, 2024 8:25:23 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 1,096 / 3,564
Passive: Int II, Tactician I |
Itchy. So goddamn itchy.
No matter how much the pink fiend scratched, the incessant crawling in his skin never ceased, as if something was buried beneath his salmon-coloured exterior. It wasn’t even a conscious effort at this point, his fingers clawed over their own accord, first his thighs, then his arms, and finally up to his neck, making his skin look raw as the blood rushed to the area. It was all he could do to resist his own efforts not to make himself bleed.
There is no need to fear. The voice echoed in Beelzebub’s mind once more. But it was different. It had an air of calmness to it. There is nothing wrong with you. The voice continued to reassure him, but in spite of the calm tone, Beelzebub felt anything but calm. He felt sick. His stomach churned, fear and anxiety enveloped him. The Demon swallowed hard, trying to quell the urge to throw up right there.
Release the darkness. The voice reiterated, the words reverberating through the walls of his mind, echoing again and again. Revel in your true nature.
Images flickered in the small Demon’s eyes. Death. Destruction. Chaos. No image stayed for more than half a second at a time. Beelzebub struggled to make sense of it, his sharp fingernails scraping even harder against his inflamed skin. Fires burned, lands turned to ash. The fiend’s breathing intensified, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Were these visions or memories?
Darkness overcame him. Shadows engulfed him, and for a moment all he could see was the rippling tides of the abyss stretched out before him. Clouds of dark smoke rose up in front of his eyes. He tried to reach out to touch it, but found himself unable to move. His skin burned with the need to be scored, but he could do nothing but watch.
As the smoke took shape, a tableaux formed in front of the pink Demon. There is no need to fear. Beelzebub heard the voice speak again, but this time, it felt more familiar. He’d heard this voice before. The whole scene, the shadowy image, felt familiar. There is nothing wrong with you.
Release the darkness. The voice spoke once more, echoing even louder. Revel in your true nature.
Beelzebub could have sworn he felt a snapping sound in his mind as the darkness evaporated before his very eyes, like a veil of fog lifting from his senses. He found himself able to move again, as his fingers, with a mind of their own, resumed their previous efforts to tear his exterior apart.
The Demon’s nausea grew worse. But it wasn’t the scent of the planet’s inhabitants that turned his stomach, nor did he fear the woman standing in front of him. It was something far worse. A darker secret.
But before Beelzebub could sink his teeth into what he’d just witnessed, his potent adversary had charged back in, delivering a swift strike to his gut. The force of the hit was enough to lift him off of the ground, causing the second attempt at hitting him to fall short, aiming between his legs but finding only air. However, the punch remained enough to cause the Demon to double over, toppling his nausea over the edge. His stomach, unable to contain itself any longer, released its acid in retaliation, coating the woman in a layer of green bile.
The small fiend fell back down to the floor, promptly wiping the excess vomit from his chin across the back of his hand. He looked up to see the Fae with a glowing blade extending from her arm, as she rushed in to try and eviscerate him.
The little Demon smiled, feeling as though he was about to meet his bitter end. Perhaps the sweet release of death would finally cause the constant itching to stop.
But death did not come.
Beelzebub felt the slice of the blade across his chest, but it was not nearly as painful as he’d imagined. The second swipe carved against him, this time burning much more, but still didn’t penetrate his skin. The Demon took a moment to look down at his hands, witnessing a thick, dark energy wrapping itself around him, absorbing the brunt of the strikes. Behind him, structures crumbled from the excess energy delivered by the ki sword, collateral damage from the furious swipes.
“Hahahahaha,” The fiend cackled, a crazed look in his eyes, wrapping his arms around his torso, looking as though he was trying to hug the very thing that was protecting him. But the moment didn’t last, as the final blow came, stabbing at him with much more force than the first two strikes, piercing his arm and causing him to tumble backwards.
The Demon continued to laugh, despite the open wound on his forearm. His other hand instinctively held onto it, violet liquid seeping between his fingertips.
For a brief moment, Beelzebub thought back to the moment that he held the seed in his hand. The moment Kaizu had told him of its power. He remembered the excitement swelling inside of him. Naturally, he’d assumed that it was from the gifts that the Tree of Might could bestow upon him. But that wasn’t it.
It was destruction.
The fiend rose to his feet, his right hand still cupping his forearm, stemming the flow of blood. A wicked smile donned the Demon’s face, his eyes glowing with desire. The odd chuckle continued to escape his lips as a pink aura exploded around him, enveloping his body.
Beelzebub leaped into the sky, feeling the wind and rain brush against his skin, the moisture gently soothing his raw exterior. The fiend finally stopped, turning back towards his foe, his hands up beside his face, fingers splayed. “Solar flare!” The maniacal Demon screamed, as the heavens opened up above, and for a brief moment, sunlight could be seen through a parting in the clouds as an intense, white light emanated from the Demon, intensified by the sun’s rays, completely illuminating the ground below, and blinding all in its wake.
The crazed fiend fell from the sky at speed, his pink aura swirling around him, as he tucked his arms by his side, shooting towards the hopefully blinded Fae like a torpedo, aiming to crash into her ribs with as much force as he could muster.
With a wretched smile, Beelzebub flipped backwards, his toes lightly tapping against the wet ground, using it as a platform to launch himself back towards his foe, cocking his knee back, before thrusting it towards her jaw.
Free. Take A2
A1. Barrier vs. Ki Sword [5%]
A2. Power Up - 100%
A3. Solar Flare [4%] [Crit: Blind]
A4. ST + Dragon Dive [DR 6] [6%]
Tact. Rising Knee [DR 2] [2%] [Crit: Crush 5%]
Ki Used: 35%
Ki Remaining: 90%
Attacks Taken
3 x Hammerhead, Fae's Caterwaul, Focused Palm Strike, 13 x SA, Blast Punch, Boom Shakalaka
Damage: 37.94%
Stats:
PL - 272,995 [100%]
Ki - 139,564
STR 38,515
SPD 44,064
TOU 32,819
STA 34,875 | 28,742 (Fatigue)
VIT 33,355
INT 1,728
CHA 4,841
DET 4,258
Notes:Prepped Items
1. Senzu Bean
2. Panacea
3. Meat Shield?
Misc
1. Intimidation II [Reduce Stamina, Vitality, Toughness and Strength]
2. Determination Perks: Second Wind, Ferocity, Resolved, Death Pact
3. Tactician I [3/3]
DMG Reduction: 0%
Speed Teleports: 4/6
Counters: 1/1
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Scouter/Interlock/Eye Shield
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2024 0:40:12 GMT -5
| Ember Word Count: 629/2,148 |
The muscle within the half-Fae’s chest was beating rapidly. At one point, she could swear it was going to slam through her chest, ready to join the fight alongside her. The sheer amount of hormones being pumped through her body during this fight had to be unhealthy; part of her wondered if it was due to her connection with the suffering planet underneath her feet. Another part of her, however, knew that it was because of her attacks landing on the small demon. The feeling of warm liquid coated her clothing, and she had a revelation: she wanted more of his bodily fluids to be sprayed across her clothing, skin, and the cobblestones that lined Lucis.
When she sliced at him with her sword made of electricity and starlight, she was met with a surprise. Something had protected him from taking the full force of her attacks. Possibly, was it a technique that the little hellion knew? Or was it spirits that he had brought with him from the depths of hell, protecting him from death? She wasn’t sure, but at least, she realized, it was temporary. Her final strike pierced his forearm, and plum ichor dripped from the wound.
So this is the color of the would-be-genocider’s blood, she thought, watching with a scrutinizing gaze as he got to his feet.
Salmon-tinged energy exploded around him, and she simply stared, watching as he launched himself into the air. Light began to shine through the heavens, and she realized very quickly what he was attempting to do - blind her with the sun that orbited the planet. Ember reached her hand into her pocket, rummaging around.
She couldn’t feel them.
Had she left her sunglasses at home? Had she left it on Valhalla, with Nappa? Her heart bottomed out, and the half-Fae threw her hands over her eyes in an attempt to block out some of the sunlight. Even through her eyelids, the light still penetrated them, and for a few moments, all she could do was blink rapidly. However, she didn’t stop trying to make out the small pink form that was still hovering in the sky. She couldn’t see where he was, but after training with Master Roshi for so long, learning to sense ki signatures had become almost second nature to the female. Not to mention, her connection to the living, breathing globe allowed her to track his movements.
Then his energy shifted and she recognized that he had plunged toward the ground. She detected very quickly what he was attempting to do - and waited until he was seconds away from colliding with her… before pivoting sideways and shoving her arms out so that she would throw him to the ground. She could scarcely see his form through the white spots dancing across her vision; she blinked rapidly, barely sensing the image of him pulling his knee backward and attempting to smack her chin with it. Throwing her arms up in front of her face, she made an X with her limbs in an attempt to block his assault. Surprisingly, she felt a sting hit her forearms upon impact - she hadn’t quite expected him to be able to inflict damage upon her.
She continued blinking and after a few moments, her vision returned, and she could see the small demon in front of her. He had done well, had made a good attempt in this dance they were locked into - but now, it was her turn. The half-Fae drew her fist back, throwing it at his torso four times in rapid succession, in hopes of inflicting more damage against her already bloody opponent.
She wanted to end this - just so she could see the sun shining over the Caerula beaches once more.
Actions: Free.) Demigod (-3%)
A1.) Stunned
A2.) Stunned
Spd.) Block A3 [Blind]
A2.) Deflect A4 [Blind]
A4.) Block Rising Knee [Blind]
Tact II.) 4 QAs
TrackersKi Used: 47.6%Ki Remaining: 52.4%Damage Taken: 3.03%Equipment- +2,000 TOU + 8% [CC Jacket, CC Gloves, CC Utility Pants Hardened Cap Shield, Lich's Necklace]
- -20% DMG [CC Armored Body Sleeve, Lich's Necklace]
- +200 STR & +2% [Attunement Crystal]
- +5% Physical Damage [CC Gloves]
- +500 Ki, +3% Energy Attacks [Ki Gloves]
- PTO Variety Blaster [DR3 - Two Shots]
Attacks Taken Since DMG Report:Fire Breath Notes- Champion Lvl II
- Advanced Fisticuffs [+1 DR PHYS | +0.5 DR to HYB]
- Zenkai Gains
- Ki Mastery III
- Tactical Lvl.12
- +50 All Stats [5 Trophies]
- 6/7 Speed Teleports Left
- 0/6 Counterattacks Left
- 1/1 Instant Transmission
- 1/2 Deflects
- 1/1 Kiai
- 1/2 Crush Stance
Prepared Items1. Bento Box [Potion x2, Sensu Bean]
2. Capsule Corp Barrier
3. Capsule Corp Body-Shield
4. Emergency Item
5. Krampus's Coal
6. Pengling
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Status Field Generator
9. Stun Grenade StatsPower Level: 776,711Ki: 400,906Strength: 106,922Speed: 135,993Toughness: 101,977Stamina: 95,423 - 19,850 = 75,573Vitality: 96,583Determination: 2,765Charisma: 6,240Intelligence: 2,722 |
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Post by Videl on Jan 7, 2024 7:47:06 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 568 / 4,132
Passive: Int II, Tactician I |
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
The strikes came in thick and fast as the redheaded Fae retaliated, her vision seemingly beginning to return. Beelzebub laughed hysterically through the pain, wincing with each strike, but grinning nonetheless. It wasn’t that the blows didn’t hurt, it was that he just didn’t care. He could feel his body waning, but it no longer mattered. All that mattered was causing as much suffering as he could with the time he had remaining.
You’re doing well. The ominous voice spoke to him, now suddenly feeling much closer. But your time is not up yet. It continued, as the pink fiend felt a burning sensation run down his outer thigh, prompting him to pat it down, in case he’d somehow caught ablaze.
The little demon didn’t find any embers. But what he did find was a small, hard bean. His mind was cast back to the burlap sack that had contained the Tree of Might seed, along with a variety of other miscellaneous items that were allegedly sent to help him with his quest.
Beelzebub leaped backwards, creating space between himself and the Fae, as he pulled the bean from his pocket, continuing to scratch at his neck as he stared at the seemingly innocuous item.
Eat it. The voice spoke. It will help.
The chaotic Demon almost felt powerless to resist as his hand immediately obeyed the order, raising it to his mouth and quickly ingesting the small bean. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.. Upon swallowing it, Beelzebub immediately started to feel its effects. A sudden warmth began to emanate from his stomach, radiating out through his torso. The open wound on his forearm started to close up as the healing pulses reached his outer extremities.
Beelzebub’s knuckles cracked as he clenched them once again, his maniacal, tooth-bearing grin returning.
The young Demon, filled with excitement and adrenaline rushed towards his target with a crazed look in his eyes. “You can’t stop me!” He screamed to her, the voice in his head making him feel more dangerous than ever. He cackled to himself along the way, before getting in close and letting his jaw fall open, unleashing a blast of energy directly from his mouth. The energy tore through the ground on its way towards the Fae, ripping apart the ground in its wake. Cobblestone cracked and shattered, exploding in all directions.
Plumes of dust and debris spat out from the ground as Beelzebub jumped towards the redhead, swinging for the fences with a right hook, but falling a few inches short of her body, but unbeknownst to the Demon, a wave of unbridled ki released itself, slicing through the air at point blank range.
The force of the swing forced Beelzebub off-balance, sending him to the right of the Fae and tumbling towards the broken ground. Using his hands, the Demon bounced off of the cracked stone and rocketed back towards his adversary’s body, before disappearing entirely, reappearing above the woman, his right fist imbued with energy. The usual pink hue gave way to a much darker tone as he swung it down, leaving a trail of ki in its wake, aiming to slam his fist into the top of the Fae’s head.
Free. Take Tact
A1. Eat Senzu Bean
A2. Mouth Blast [DR 2.5] [3%]
Second Wave. Mouth Blast [DR 2.5] [3%]
A3. ST + Daichuretsuzan [DR 5] [6%] [Crit: Slice]
A4. Dragon Dive [DR 6] [6%]
Tact. ST + Blast Punch [DR 1.5] [2%]
Ki Used: 55%
Ki Remaining: 70%
Attacks Taken
3 x Hammerhead, Fae's Caterwaul, Focused Palm Strike, 13 x SA, Blast Punch, Boom Shakalaka, 4 x QA
Damage: 37.94%
Stats:
PL - 268,804 [100%]
Ki - 139,564
STR 38,515
SPD 44,064
TOU 32,819
STA 34,875 | 24,551 (Fatigue)
VIT 33,355
INT 1,728
CHA 4,841
DET 4,258
Notes:Prepped Items
1. Senzu Bean
2. Panacea
3. Meat Shield?
Misc
1. Intimidation II [Reduce Stamina, Vitality, Toughness and Strength]
2. Determination Perks: Second Wind, Ferocity, Resolved, Death Pact
3. Tactician I [3/3]
DMG Reduction: 0%
Speed Teleports: 2/6
Counters: 1/1
Equipment
Body
Arms
Head
Scouter/Interlock/Eye Shield
Legs
Accessory
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2024 18:21:54 GMT -5
| Ember Word Count: 836/2,984 |
The punches that Ember threw toward the fiend seemed to draw out bubbly, crazed laughter from deep within his gut. He cringed at every punch he took, making her believe that the pair were finally nearing the end of this incessant waltz. As she finished pummeling him with her fists, he began to pat his side furiously, making her briefly believe that she had somehow injured that part of his body, as well. Instead, he sprang backward, forcing a line of distance between the two of them.
Her brows furrowed as he pulled a small, green… was that a nut? At first glance, it was small enough to be one but looked more like a bean once she focused on it.
Why did he bring a snack into battle? Was he only hungry for a singular bean? Did demons have smaller appetites than Fae?
She watched, waiting as he threw it into his mouth and began chewing rapidly. Another string of thoughts flew through Ember’s mind as he continued chewing on the strange green item.
Was this some strange demonic ritual? Was he planning on hitting her with an attack? Or worse, would he expel something from his other end this time, rather than spewing bile on her? The idea of it almost made her gag, but all of her thoughts were interrupted when the cut on his arm began to heal. She felt her blood run cold when the pink being tipped his head back and cackled, “You can’t stop me!”
We’ll see about that.
Rage burned within her gut as he dashed toward her, opening his maw and unleashing that same salmon-tinted energy toward her. She allowed the ki to hit her, taking the attack full on, and letting the feeling of pain fuel her wrath. She could tell that her dress had torn from the attack, but other than that, she only felt a slight ache covering her body from the energy.
Her body was so hot from anger now that she almost felt cold, felt as if she had been doused again in a fresh sheet of icy rain. The ground around her had been vandalized from his attack, and she made a mental note to apologize to Aestas for the damage. Hopefully, he wouldn’t make her pay for it, if she reminded him that when the damage occurred, she had been attempting to save the planet.
As the little demon rushed toward her, fist positioned and ready to throw a punch at her, she let a scream of fury escape from her lips. It had been a good thing she had - along with his attack came a wave of energy that would have hit her directly in the chest, had she not let her rage get the better of her.
That wasn’t the end of it, however - he moved to hit her with the same technique he had used twice before; yet, after so many attempts, it was obvious as the lightning crackling across the sky what he was attempting to do. Before he could throw his fist down atop her head, she ducked and rolled out of the way, avoiding the attack.
Alas, he managed to appear right above her again and slammed his ki-laden fist directly into her skull! A throbbing pain began to radiate from the spot where he had attacked her, and she shook her head to rid herself of the feeling. She was thankful that she had spent time training to strengthen her defenses - if not, there might have been a chance that his attack would have left a goose egg on her head the next day.
Ember didn’t know whether her rage was peaking or if her body was on fire. What she did know, was that something was shifting within the very blood coursing through her veins. As she stood from her position on the cobblestone, she glanced down at her fingers, noticing the aura of alabaster energy growing larger around her. She marveled at the sight, and after a split-second, realized that the pain atop her scalp had dissipated almost entirely. Had she healed, or was she just… stronger?
The female backed up, putting a small amount of distance between her and the demon, before extending her arm to her side. The bright, white sword that she had summoned moments before reappeared; this time, it was more elongated, and the sparks of lightning surrounding it were now full bolts of electricity that seemed to crackle against the air.
Ember rushed forward, slicing rapidly at his chest once - hoping that she would throw him off-balance even if he avoided it. Then, the half-Fae ducked - eye-level with the demon’s knees - and slashed at them, before thrusting the sword upward toward his chest in an attempt to impale him. Lightning crackled around the sword as she swung it, and for a moment, she felt that the electricity around the weapon was the same as that in the skies of Neraides.
Actions: Free.) Demigod (-3%)
Free.) Take A2, Take Tact
A1.) Kiai vs A3
A2.) Dodge vs A4
A3.) Empowerment + Ki Sword [+2 DR]
A4.) Ki Sword (-7%) [DR 6.5 | Slice]
Spd.) Ki Sword
Tact II.) Ki Sword
TrackersKi Used: 50.6%Ki Remaining: 49.4%Damage Taken: 3.03%Equipment- +2,000 TOU + 8% [CC Jacket, CC Gloves, CC Utility Pants Hardened Cap Shield, Lich's Necklace]
- -20% DMG [CC Armored Body Sleeve, Lich's Necklace]
- +200 STR & +2% [Attunement Crystal]
- +5% Physical Damage [CC Gloves]
- +500 Ki, +3% Energy Attacks [Ki Gloves]
- PTO Variety Blaster [DR3 - Two Shots]
Attacks Taken Since DMG Report:Fire Breath, Mouth Blast x2, Blast Punch Notes- Champion Lvl II
- Advanced Fisticuffs [+1 DR PHYS | +0.5 DR to HYB]
- Zenkai Gains
- Ki Mastery III
- Tactical Lvl.12
- +50 All Stats [5 Trophies]
- 6/7 Speed Teleports Left
- 0/6 Counterattacks Left
- 1/1 Instant Transmission
- 1/2 Deflects
- 0/1 Kiai
- 1/2 Crush Stance
Prepared Items1. Bento Box [Potion x2, Sensu Bean]
2. Capsule Corp Barrier
3. Capsule Corp Body-Shield
4. Emergency Item
5. Krampus's Coal
6. Pengling
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Status Field Generator
9. Stun Grenade StatsPower Level: 766,485Ki: 400,906Strength: 106,922Speed: 135,993Toughness: 101,977Stamina: 95,423 - 25,865 = 69,558Vitality: 96,583Determination: 2,765Charisma: 6,240Intelligence: 2,722 |
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Post by Videl on Jan 8, 2024 12:09:51 GMT -5
"] | Beelzebub Word Count: 698 / 4,830
Passive: Int II, Tactician I |
The Fae was strong, that much was evident. But the difference in power between the two wasn’t the only thing that Beelzebub could sense. Her rage was burning hot, emitting a white hot energy that the Demon could feel, even from a distance. Rage was good. Anger could be exploited. Her fury would be her downfall.
The pink fiend continued to smirk as the familiar white ki extended from the woman’s arm, crackling with energy, forming the same sharp blade, which had previously punctured forearm.
You know what you must do.
Beelzebub nodded, heeding the voice’s words. The Demon bared his fangs and shifted his feet into position as the redhead charged towards him. Dark energy swirled around him like a tornado, enveloping his body before attaching itself to his skin, creating another thick barrier to protect him from the dangerous blade.
With an intense rage burning in her eyes, the Fae viciously slashed at his chest. Although the barrier somewhat lessened the impact, the unbridled fury in her attack wreaked havoc in its aftermath. Ivory energy surged through the air, violently colliding with the row of houses behind him. The residents' terrified screams echoed through the air as the buildings crumbled into ruins.
Amidst the chaos, Beelzebub erupted into laughter, revelling in the anguish of the very people the Fae had been sent to protect.
The second swing of the blade came from down low, the redhead seemingly unaware of the devastation she was causing, but the Demon was too distracted to do anything about it. Consequently, the sharp energy sliced against his shins. Even with the barrier protecting him, the pain brought him back to reality, but just as before, the swipe of the blade had caused unwanted destruction, as the homes of the Fae continued to feel the devastation of the redhead’s unrestrained attacks.
Not wanting to suffer the same fate as last time, Beelzebub realised he had no choice but to avoid the final blow, pushing his feet against the floor in an attempt to make it seem as though he was trying to jump up to avoid the final strike. But the Demon had other ideas, disappearing from sight once again.
The little fiend found himself laying down between the Fae’s legs, the rain soaked ground feeling cold against his back. Through sinister laughter, two streams of energy left the Demon’s lips, one after the other, shooting towards the redhead directly above him, firing up towards the sky and parting the clouds, causing a brief respite from the rain.
Fearing he’d be trapped beneath her, Beelzebub slipped out from underneath her, crawling back to his feet, before turning to face her, along with the havoc she’d wreaked on her own world.
The dust from the destruction started to settle on the battlefield, but the echoes of screams and crying persevered. The rain from the storm tried to temper the ongoing flames, but fell short against the raging infernos that their battle had caused.
Death. Destruction. Chaos. He couldn’t help but smile. He took a deep breath, soaking it all in. Suddenly, his skin didn’t itch as much anymore. A calmness swept over him.
You’re beginning to understand.
“You’re a joke,” Beelzebub said through a menacing smirk. “And you know what happens when I start laughing? Everything crumbles,” he continued, referencing the fragmented world around them. “Your pathetic attempts to control this chaos - it’s futile. I am the reckoning, the embodiment of decay,” the Demon laughed maniacally, his own liberation washing over him, causing a tingling feeling to rush through his body. “So go ahead, cling to your feeble hopes, your fragile structures. In the end, it won’t matter. This world is a canvas, and together, we’re going to paint it in blood,”
Renewed passion and adrenaline coursed through the Demon’s petite body as he dashed towards the Fae, his eyes trained on her as he thrust his palm forward, unleashing a devastating wave of energy ripping through the air towards her, before darting to the side, one eye closed as he aimed his finger towards her eye, allowing the sniper-like blast to eject from the tip of his finger.
A1. Barrier vs Ki Sword A4 & Spd [5%]
A2. ST + Dodge Tact.
A3. Mouth Blast [DR 2.5] [3%]
Second Wave. Mouth Blast [DR 2.5] [3%]
A4. Energy Wave [DR 1] [2%]
Tact. Suiken [DR 1] [3%]
Ki Used: 71%
Ki Remaining: 54%
Attacks Taken
3 x Hammerhead, Fae's Caterwaul, Focused Palm Strike, 13 x SA, Blast Punch, Boom Shakalaka, 4 x QA
Damage: 37.94%
Stats:
PL - 265,451 [100%]
Ki - 139,564
STR 38,515
SPD 44,064
TOU 32,819
STA 34,875 | 21,198 (Fatigue)
VIT 33,355
INT 1,728
CHA 4,841
DET 4,258
Notes:Prepped Items
1. Senzu Bean
2. Panacea
3. Meat Shield?
Misc
1. Intimidation II [Reduce Stamina, Vitality, Toughness and Strength]
2. Determination Perks: Second Wind, Ferocity, Resolved, Death Pact
3. Tactician I [3/3]
DMG Reduction: 0%
Speed Teleports: 1/6
Counters: 1/1
Equipment
Body
Arms
Head
Scouter/Interlock/Eye Shield
Legs
Accessory
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Post by Puar on Jan 8, 2024 21:32:44 GMT -5
Let me address what I hate to read as an audience and the ref of fights. Taking control of the opponents attack and producing unintended effects. There are times where Area of Effect attacks and multi-targeting attacks with a widespread such as Energy Dan and the like can cause splash damage to the environment, and I am all for writing out consequences to such things. But when it's an attack as focused as Ki Sword, I have a problem with it. Unless the writer themselves put that they deliberately doing such damage to the environment, their attack should not be controlled into doing such a thing if its not an Area of Effect attack. There should always be proper set up if you are going to use the environment too, it doesn't even read well to suddenly spring the environment into the defense of an attack just to further an agenda to make your opponent seem dumb. I find it unbelievable that Ember's character would purposely put that destruction on her citizens. She didn't protect them when Beeze shot the Energy Dan at them, cool -- this does not automatically tell me she would recklessly attack her own people just to get to Beeze. But with that being said, since its being written that she is being that destructive and loose, I can't justify the dodge. All of that destruction that she was forcefully written into doing, I can't picture you getting away from that unscathed and you are going to fail the dodge. I am not a fan of this kind of god-modding at all, and as ref I have to call it as I see it. I was leaning towards Beeze getting the award this time around because I was getting investment in his growth but that last post, as well written as it was, was tainted with a taste of RP that I dislike entirely. In short, do not improperly control the after math of someone's attack. If you want to hurt civies, do it yourself. I consider it god-modding. Now, with a failed dodge the match is over here is the damage breakdown. Beeze: 120.53% dmg Damage Breakdown Fae's Caterwaul DR2- 2.15% Hammerhead DR2.5- 3.01% Focused Palms Strike DR2- 2.19% 2SAs- 2.50% 2SAs- 2.50% 2SAs- 3.13% 2SAs- 3.13% 2SAs- 3.13% 2SAs- 3.75% Blast Punch DR1.5- 1.87% Dynamite Kick x3 DR1.5- 5.62% Hammerhead DR2.5- 3.31% Hammerhead DR2.5[Block] - 1.66%2 SAs- 5.08% Ki Sword [DR4.5]- 6.95% Ki Sword[DR4.5]- 8.82% Ki Sword[DR4.5]- 10.29% 4 QAs- 8.10% Sensu Bean -38.58% Ki Sword[DR6.5] 18.16% Ki Sword[DR6.5] 27.01% Ki Sword[DR6.5] 36.77% - [Dodge Fail] Ember Wins |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2024 22:32:01 GMT -5
imma go ahead & relieve you of the Baba's Crystal Ball & leave you on Neraides to think about what u've done
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