Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2019 23:11:08 GMT -5
Azazel: Champ 1, Combat Rune, Vr Octagon
Vash: TL, Combat Rune, Champion I
VASHLast Saturday at 12:15 AM
@ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ
"Phil, for the last goddamn time, garbage goes in the can on the left, recyclables to the right! WE ARE NOT ANIMALS!" Vash scolded the decapitated Namekian skull that once belonged to his best friend, knowing full well that it was impossible for him to receive a response and that there was no way that a lifeless head could have done that. He was going stir crazy aboard the Valiant, and keeping Rem's head around wasn't helping his sanity at all. He let out a sigh. "I've got to find some excitement..."
The demon had been cooped up on his ship for too long, and he was overdue for some fun. He realized he was probably overdue for some combat training, and with no one he knew nearby that could quench this particular thirst, he started thinking about who he could call out to telepathically. Ohhh, I know just the guy, he thought with a sheepish grin. This'll be interesting.
Vash closed his eyes and projected himself into the Astral realm, the Valiant fading to black around him. The demon materialized in what appeared to be a massive galactic grocery store. Aisles filled to the brim with all manner of alien foods, most of which he had never seen before, stretched as far as his eyes could see. "Well, this is different," he said to himself, eyebrow cocked with a slight air of confusion. He crossed his arms and waited to see if his call would be answered.
Wc 251(edited)
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Saturday at 10:11 PM
Azazel's eyes opened as his body manifested upon a randomized plane inside the astral realm. It seemed as of late he had quite the long distance callers who had wished to test their prowess against his. It appeared as if today would be no different as his gaze rested upon the demon Vash. He had a few encounters with the demon warrior, once upon Damaskia as they messed around with the shadowguards pathetic tests and upon the surface of the backwater world of Kanassa. The demon had agreed to ally himself with Tarbles empire so at least for now he would tolerate the young demons existence... so long as he continued to be of use.
"You know, I'm growing tired of people phoning me..." The primordial tapped on the side of his head with his index finger as his eyes glowed with ancient energies, his annoyance was quite evident as his power flexed upon the even more annoying reality that appeared to look like a galactic grocery store.
"Really... this is what you manifest Vash?" Azazel lifted his left hand and snapped his fingers, the grocery store exploding around them and tearing the fabric of the realm at the mystic level, a large vortex of inky black swirled beneath their feet, a pulling of gravitic forces trying to slurp them downward into the abyss as the astral realm itself rapidly began repairing itself to leave a devasted city block, burning buildings and magma flowed surrounded them as a malevolent sky etched itself into being above their heads.
"This is more the mood, I'm assuming you want to go ten rounds?" Azazel smirked as he threw his crimson coat into the air and pulled his two pistols free from their holsters, quick energy beams blasting off in succession towards the mid section of the blond haired demon, the distraction giving the primordial the ability to vanish without a trace, his signature and his body almost completely vaporizing as he accelerated to ungodly speeds. He was faster, stronger and undoubtedly more resilient than his counter part, but he supposed seeing what he could tolerate and where his level of skill began and ended would suffice.
WC: 363
VASHLast Saturday at 11:46 PM
"I was thinking maybe we could share a Keliouxian banana split after," Vash joked with his usual sarcastic grin. "Nothing quite like a snack after going toe to toe."
He couldn't help himself creating a setting like he had, he always had to be a jokester, and it would often get him into trouble. Azazel had a lot more control over the telepathic realm than Vash had considered, a testament to the primordial one's mental prowess. The scene around him and been torn away and replaced with one that oddly made the Crimson Typhoon feel more at home. He quickly realized that it would also give the same feeling to Azazel as well.
"Your little magic trick supposed to intimidate me?" He replied to Azazel's invitation, the tone in his voice drastically changing. "Let's fucking get it."
The similarities between the two of them were uncanny. Both had demonic blood coursing through their veins. Both expert gunmen. Hell, they even dressed alike. It was no secret that Vash's strength paled in comparison to his rival. There was respect to be earned, and god damnit, he was going to work for it.
Two shots rocketed towards the blonde haired demon from Azazel's blasters. With a swift swipe of his hand, Vash withdrew one of his twin demonsbanes from its leather hilt and sent it rotating across the darkened street. It met the energy bolts halfway, causing them to explode on impact, before frisbeeing forward towards their origination. The blade embedded itself in a chunk of concrete, the foundation of what was once a mighty skyscraper. As the smoke cleared, Azazel was nowhere to be found.
"Come on Az," Vash shouted as he struggled to locate his opponent's position. Brilliant flashes of purple lightning arced in the nefarious skyline overhead. "Are we gonna play hide and seek or are you gonna take me seriously?" The demons boots shifted shoulder length apart on the cracked tar, perfectly resting his center of gravity as he settled into his fighting stance, anticipating the ancient one's next move.
Wc 342//593
June 16, 2019
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟYesterday at 6:21 PM
The primordial chuckled as the demon before him asked if his magic tricks were meant to intimidate him, a sickly smile crossed the princes face as a strike of lightening struck the ground behind the young demon, his body phasing back into sight... Azazel rested both of his pistols upon the blond haired warriors shoulders as he leaned in and whispered in his right ear.
"Intimidate you?... Take you Seriously?"
Azazel shoved Vash forward, his neck cracking as he moved it from side to side.
"I certainly can not help if you can not detect my movements boy... I've been in plain sight the entire time."
Chuckling the prince twirled his weapons and placed them back within their shoulder holsters as he let the pressure of his energies crush down upon the reality of the realm, the fabric of the astral buckling as it worked double time to keep the construct of their battle field intact.
"I can certainly take this more seriously if you desire, but I can assure you I am not much for joking around."
His power level spiking to his maximum Azazel burst forward, the fractured road splintering further as he made his way toward the sword wielding Vash, his crimson eyes keenly aware of and attuned to the blades movements as he let his chaos seed manifest its powers upon his body, a reinforcing armor coating his body as his arcane fiery black aura burst to prominence as he sent a sound barrier breaking one two combination at Vash's midsection followed up with a bone crunching knee strike aimed at the mans lower abdomen. He was testing his opponents resiliency... and the limits of his speed. Azazel just smiled as he leaned in closer to grab the man by the head as a burning orb of red energy erupted from his jaws at point blank range.
WC: 312/675
Vash: TL, Combat Rune, Champion I
VASHLast Saturday at 12:15 AM
@ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ
"Phil, for the last goddamn time, garbage goes in the can on the left, recyclables to the right! WE ARE NOT ANIMALS!" Vash scolded the decapitated Namekian skull that once belonged to his best friend, knowing full well that it was impossible for him to receive a response and that there was no way that a lifeless head could have done that. He was going stir crazy aboard the Valiant, and keeping Rem's head around wasn't helping his sanity at all. He let out a sigh. "I've got to find some excitement..."
The demon had been cooped up on his ship for too long, and he was overdue for some fun. He realized he was probably overdue for some combat training, and with no one he knew nearby that could quench this particular thirst, he started thinking about who he could call out to telepathically. Ohhh, I know just the guy, he thought with a sheepish grin. This'll be interesting.
Vash closed his eyes and projected himself into the Astral realm, the Valiant fading to black around him. The demon materialized in what appeared to be a massive galactic grocery store. Aisles filled to the brim with all manner of alien foods, most of which he had never seen before, stretched as far as his eyes could see. "Well, this is different," he said to himself, eyebrow cocked with a slight air of confusion. He crossed his arms and waited to see if his call would be answered.
Wc 251(edited)
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟLast Saturday at 10:11 PM
Azazel's eyes opened as his body manifested upon a randomized plane inside the astral realm. It seemed as of late he had quite the long distance callers who had wished to test their prowess against his. It appeared as if today would be no different as his gaze rested upon the demon Vash. He had a few encounters with the demon warrior, once upon Damaskia as they messed around with the shadowguards pathetic tests and upon the surface of the backwater world of Kanassa. The demon had agreed to ally himself with Tarbles empire so at least for now he would tolerate the young demons existence... so long as he continued to be of use.
"You know, I'm growing tired of people phoning me..." The primordial tapped on the side of his head with his index finger as his eyes glowed with ancient energies, his annoyance was quite evident as his power flexed upon the even more annoying reality that appeared to look like a galactic grocery store.
"Really... this is what you manifest Vash?" Azazel lifted his left hand and snapped his fingers, the grocery store exploding around them and tearing the fabric of the realm at the mystic level, a large vortex of inky black swirled beneath their feet, a pulling of gravitic forces trying to slurp them downward into the abyss as the astral realm itself rapidly began repairing itself to leave a devasted city block, burning buildings and magma flowed surrounded them as a malevolent sky etched itself into being above their heads.
"This is more the mood, I'm assuming you want to go ten rounds?" Azazel smirked as he threw his crimson coat into the air and pulled his two pistols free from their holsters, quick energy beams blasting off in succession towards the mid section of the blond haired demon, the distraction giving the primordial the ability to vanish without a trace, his signature and his body almost completely vaporizing as he accelerated to ungodly speeds. He was faster, stronger and undoubtedly more resilient than his counter part, but he supposed seeing what he could tolerate and where his level of skill began and ended would suffice.
WC: 363
VASHLast Saturday at 11:46 PM
"I was thinking maybe we could share a Keliouxian banana split after," Vash joked with his usual sarcastic grin. "Nothing quite like a snack after going toe to toe."
He couldn't help himself creating a setting like he had, he always had to be a jokester, and it would often get him into trouble. Azazel had a lot more control over the telepathic realm than Vash had considered, a testament to the primordial one's mental prowess. The scene around him and been torn away and replaced with one that oddly made the Crimson Typhoon feel more at home. He quickly realized that it would also give the same feeling to Azazel as well.
"Your little magic trick supposed to intimidate me?" He replied to Azazel's invitation, the tone in his voice drastically changing. "Let's fucking get it."
The similarities between the two of them were uncanny. Both had demonic blood coursing through their veins. Both expert gunmen. Hell, they even dressed alike. It was no secret that Vash's strength paled in comparison to his rival. There was respect to be earned, and god damnit, he was going to work for it.
Two shots rocketed towards the blonde haired demon from Azazel's blasters. With a swift swipe of his hand, Vash withdrew one of his twin demonsbanes from its leather hilt and sent it rotating across the darkened street. It met the energy bolts halfway, causing them to explode on impact, before frisbeeing forward towards their origination. The blade embedded itself in a chunk of concrete, the foundation of what was once a mighty skyscraper. As the smoke cleared, Azazel was nowhere to be found.
"Come on Az," Vash shouted as he struggled to locate his opponent's position. Brilliant flashes of purple lightning arced in the nefarious skyline overhead. "Are we gonna play hide and seek or are you gonna take me seriously?" The demons boots shifted shoulder length apart on the cracked tar, perfectly resting his center of gravity as he settled into his fighting stance, anticipating the ancient one's next move.
Wc 342//593
June 16, 2019
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟYesterday at 6:21 PM
The primordial chuckled as the demon before him asked if his magic tricks were meant to intimidate him, a sickly smile crossed the princes face as a strike of lightening struck the ground behind the young demon, his body phasing back into sight... Azazel rested both of his pistols upon the blond haired warriors shoulders as he leaned in and whispered in his right ear.
"Intimidate you?... Take you Seriously?"
Azazel shoved Vash forward, his neck cracking as he moved it from side to side.
"I certainly can not help if you can not detect my movements boy... I've been in plain sight the entire time."
Chuckling the prince twirled his weapons and placed them back within their shoulder holsters as he let the pressure of his energies crush down upon the reality of the realm, the fabric of the astral buckling as it worked double time to keep the construct of their battle field intact.
"I can certainly take this more seriously if you desire, but I can assure you I am not much for joking around."
His power level spiking to his maximum Azazel burst forward, the fractured road splintering further as he made his way toward the sword wielding Vash, his crimson eyes keenly aware of and attuned to the blades movements as he let his chaos seed manifest its powers upon his body, a reinforcing armor coating his body as his arcane fiery black aura burst to prominence as he sent a sound barrier breaking one two combination at Vash's midsection followed up with a bone crunching knee strike aimed at the mans lower abdomen. He was testing his opponents resiliency... and the limits of his speed. Azazel just smiled as he leaned in closer to grab the man by the head as a burning orb of red energy erupted from his jaws at point blank range.
WC: 312/675
