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Post by Vilicious on May 24, 2010 20:18:46 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]((Mm bored. Action starting next post. Go.)) Combatants: Toxin & TornadoMan Judge: Come get it Length: 5-6 turns including intros Story Versions: Negated Style: Free -
It's bleak here... utterly dark save for the grim illuminations given by some forsaken lamp several blocks down. What it reveals down in this forlorn pit, this burnt slum, is a city, or rather the remains thereof... Off in the distance, a vague sound is discernible against the constant dripping from high above. Pit it says, then pat. Pit, pat. Pit... pat. Barely noticeable compared to the dripping. In fact, it could even be the dripping for the uneven rhythm that it keeps. It's strange though, and it circles around - overhead, muffled underneath, down an alley this way or that, down the street. After a few minutes of the increasingly familiar noise, there follows a wave of strained silence.
The streetlight flickers, but leaves a trace of the buildings on any nearby visual processes: The ones here are cleanly shaped, average rectangular prisms that Euclidian idealists would be proud of. But that's not where the problem lies. Down the street there's a trace, vague but dimly visible, of a stairway along the side of a building. It just goes up. Up and up and up. Straight into the wall of darkness above.
The lamp quivers once again, this time a bit brighter. A shadow darts off to the side and is gone just as fast as the light, but the idea of the entire location suddenly becomes as clear as day... it isn't a normal city. Above these austere buildings, or more properly above the street itself, is the roof of another building. Past the solitary lantern it's evident that a street rises to meet the stairs, not at a slope but at an angle that puts it directly perpendicular to this street. Even higher than that, though, the sound of the dripping... it's coming from far far above, from what could only be a roof. Or is it the floor?
Once more, for what seems like the final time, the light wavers and leaves everything bathed in nothing but darkness. A grunt sounds from roughly the same position, followed by a dull thunk. In the streets far above, a single light begins to come to life with little enthusiasm. Then another. And another. The lamp down the street begins to scintillate wildly, and in a single sweep, the entire thing, every road and alley in the Bug City, is illuminated. Under the one crooked light stands a shadow of just over five feet, shrouded not only by the shadows now cast by the yellowed light of the street, but by its own cloak. With slight hesitation it takes a step from under the streetlight with a small pit sound. Its eyes show with demonic glee everything that they wish to do, show madness enveloped in a single word that pierces the very soul: Kill. Words as thick and as dark as oil slip across the walk, into every crevice, every pore of every rock, every hovel and hideaway in the city. "Come out... oh, come out... wherever you are..."
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Post by Raven8 on May 25, 2010 18:51:30 GMT -8
*Just beyond the distant shadows and above the drizzle of the rain, a second set of sounds, more obviously footsteps than the previous by their even tempo, resound with harsh, metallic tone. Through the rain and piercing blackness, the outline of a humanoid Navi is darkened by the outline of distant light, yet also shadowed by the distance from the light he approaches, and still he comes. In spite of the odd, almost unreal nature of the world that he walks through and the obviously unrelenting power of the one before him who he must see by now, the obscured Navi continues to walk with unwavering and even steps, his posture remaining ramrod straight as he looks on through the shadows with bright blue eyes that nearly pierce the darkness with a faint glow.
Finally, the scene changes: the rain above suddenly intensifies, releasing an unnatural downpour surge as a gust of wind sweeps outward with enough force to knock all but the most powerful navis to the ground. It's then that the storm itself heralds the shrouded one as if bowing to its master, releasing a fantastic cascade of lightning that seems to encompass the entire city in one overwhelming flash, revealing the second Navi in this conflict with a flash of solid white light that instantly bathes the entire city.
Dark green armor formed sleek and aerodynamic lines across the armor of the Navi, almost instantly telling the tale. A hard, stone-cold expression caresses his face and frames a set of piercing blue eyes that look on with unwavering determination. As if these tells were not enough to reveal the identity of this Navi, a set of fair-sized, green protrusions rise from his helmet, crowning him as a master of his own element, and marking him as a fighter of the highest class.
As the lightning dies down, the Navi in question finally enters the light, standing roughly 30 feet from Toxin as he finally stops walking and crosses his arms; staring down his opponent with fearless virtue as he stands ready*
TornadoMan: .....
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Post by Vilicious on May 25, 2010 20:00:11 GMT -8
[bgcolor=black]Amidst the now pouring rain, darkness thickens and folds upon itself with every raindrop, sloshing and slapping about like the liquid that disturbs it as it attempts to restore the sublime unity it had attained with the surroundings in the preceding days. After each droplet falls, it rises further, reaches higher, casts itself deeper. In each moment, this occurs a hundredfold, and in a matter of seconds it washes over the lanterns, consumes the very essence of the light they contain, and everything goes dark.
To the combatants it only looks as though an invisible mist is rising, obscuring and bending the light, until suddenly everything visible is quashed by an oppressive darkness. Lightning strikes once more: It scatters the dark, marks the battleground in a flash of clarity and is gone again. Toxin shakes his head lightly at the scene, chuckles at the sudden return to the crepuscule harmony surrounding them and at the dramatic entrance of his co-combatant. "Kuh-" he spits out across the shadows, across the mere ten meters that divides them. Calmly he remarks "You... tripped the alarms...? I am afraid... that we can't let your snooping... go unpunished..." His typical rasp seems dulled through the din of noise and the deepening dark, but the pointed words still pierce the night. Again the lightning strikes down nearby, casting a silhouette of the warped city above all around the two. Thunder crashes across the buildings, echoes down the alleys, provides a cacophonous opening to the dam of tension that had been building across the gap... For just a moment, it almost feels like the hussssh from the rain becomes overemphasized in the otherwise silent street, and then, in Toxin's aural sensors, it all becomes background noise.
With nothing more than a little hop he lands on the lamppost to his rear, crouches against it, releases. Upward and outward the darkloid leaps across the street, digs his blackened claws into the data of the building, causing blue sparks crackle and fly wild as the firmament begins to derez under the crushing grip. Before it can though he launches once more, this time straight for his foe. The darkness comprising his forearms bends and warps so that his right hand wields a typical trio of claws twisted into grisly body rending shapes, while his left extends sharply to become one of Toxin's favorite weapons: A DarkSword. As he lands he brings his sword in a wide horizontal stroke at the storm navi's neck. His left foot plants. He spins and swings wildly with a backhanded claw and cuts his right leg back across into a kick without putting it down, giving him the momentum he needs to flip sideways back onto both feet. As his hands come back to bear they shift once more, this time aimed directly at the opponent's torso. Glowing crimson eyes under Toxin's tattered hood gleam ecstatically at TornadoMan as the twin DarkCannons fire. Simultaneously, another lightning bolt crashes out of the sky with a massive and instantaneous booming. For but a wink, the world shines in purple and white, a brilliant clash of the pure unadulterated light of nature and that of sheer corruption.
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Post by Raven8 on May 26, 2010 13:06:29 GMT -8
*Just as sure as the fierce nature and power of Toxin's black onslaught, so sure the opponent's preparedness for this fight. With Toxin's blackened form racing his direction like a tainted bolt of lightning, TornadoMan quickly takes a defensive stance, preparing for the black midnight that the harbinger was attempting to bring to bare.
With the gap now null between the two fighters, TornadoMan quickly unfolds the blades set flush against his right arm and raises them to meet his opponent, allowing them to clash against the blade of the midnight sword as the dark power bursts on contact, causing the Storm Tempest to flinch slightly from the dark madness manifest before pushing off with a strong blow. Now thoroughly in range of the oncoming claw, TornadoMan quickly allows himself to go with the momentum of the previously blocked dark sword and leans hard to the side, the bladed strike flying over his head with the scream of tortured insanity cutting the air. Crossing his arms, TornadoMan pushes off against the oncoming kick, leaping slightly at the last second to allow it to push him away before leaping skyward, flipping back and out of the range of the oncoming dual-assault with the claw and sword before it has a chance to finish the battle before it could truly begin. Still airborne as Toxin slides back and fires his hellish weapons, TornadoMan's teeth grit in anticipation.... in under a second, he evaluates the raw strength of these dark chips in conjunction with the one using them, and tries to weigh his options... yet no real answer comes... I'll have to wing this, and hope for the best, he thinks, still trying to come up with anything.... but already most options were too late, leaving only one recourse....
Pushing off against a gust of wind from the storm, TornadoMan quickly spins into a hurricane kick, sending his armored leg pile driving into the oncoming void energy that threatened to crush his data in an instant. The attacks collide: Toxin's dark cannon, and TornadoMan's wind energy, and explode into a spectacular show of light and sound, bathing the entire city in a bright violet hue as the black energies of darkness react with the white energies of wind and fuse into one solid mass of explosive power.
From the unreal cloud of pure chaos, a single figure falls like lightning from a storm, piercing the darkness with the solid white energy that encases its entire form rolling off into the cyclone that carries him downward. An instant after the dark cannons release their fury, the white power slams into Toxin like a meteor, seeming to freeze time for a moment as the cyclone engulfs him and the raw white energy blasts from TornadoMan's body and rolls off onto Toxin in a spiral of chaos and kinetic energy. With the three powers released combined; TornadoMan's kick, the wind-based energy, and the fallen cyclone, the blast sends Toxin's body rocketing back like a bullet down the street as TornadoMan kicks off from the strike and lands on his feet, the armor on one leg now blackened and charred from the hellish backlash. In spite of this, he retains his unwavering gaze, looking on to his foe with the preparedness to continue this confrontation at a moments notice*
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Post by Xypher on May 27, 2010 20:28:00 GMT -8
I call judgement!!!!!!
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Post by Vilicious on May 28, 2010 7:53:16 GMT -8
((While it can be spelled both ways, judgment only has one e. Just... throwin' that out there.
EDIT: Many grammar issues fix'd))
[bgcolor=black]The backlash of power from the conflicting energies that resulted from the storm navi's kick wash over Toxin's body in stark contrast to the wash of the rain that still beats down from overhead. Instinctively he crosses his arms to buffer himself, but is forced to step backward and fall to a knee under the crushing energy, and even still slides backward from the power. Still grimacing he stands with a small waver, clicks his tongue. He glances over his shoulder, down the alleys, back where TornadoMan had stood. Nothing. The rush of wind and rain drowns out all else, and on top of the occasional boom of thunder, he realizes too late that it has begun to focus overhead: Snarling like a wild animal the darkloid takes a long stance and bows his head to the devastating light of the pure wind energy now descending on his position, tears off his cloak, and with open arms waits to pounce... Utter darkness cascades from pools near his feet, wraps its way up and around his body as if to weave a protective net across his defiled form. For the toxic harbinger, though, it's too late to dodge, and the buffer is too slow to form. As Tornado is a dozen meters out, the darkness shoots across his arms, his arms begin to shoot towards his chest, and his chest adjusts slightly to prepare for the blow. Eight meters, his hands are too slow. From around his chest the black shielding erupts, trying to prevent its carrier from death. Four, he relinquishes his foothold to provide time, the dark tries caging around Toxin's crest, his hands are almost in position, but not enough. Thrusting off with his feet, he adjusts his angle. The approaching storm collides with his chest, but off center from the crest. Ripples can be seen all about the accursed darkness, but in keeping with his original idea he seizes the opportunity, tenses every bit in his being, and grabs a hold on the foot now connected with his chest: It digs in to the heel of Toxin's own hand, but with the sudden rotation cessation the wind explodes, sending him careening on down the street in a wildly unpredictable path, and he collides headfirst into the (from this position) vertical roadway. Dust and debris shoot out in every direction, and for a moment, the rain once again becomes reigning king of the soundwaves.
After a second the rain weighs down the clouds of dust that hangs in the air, and with a flash of lightning it suddenly becomes clear what had happened... a hole approximately Toxin sized remains in the street, but without any body. Beyond the breach can be seen other sets of winding stairs and buildings, streets and alleyways. The darkloid had disappeared entirely into the confines of the Bug City.
Hussssssh... the rain continues with its din of noise. The thunder and lightning begins to fade, passing through the pocket of bug data under the Netopian Lake like nothing was out of the ordinary. The same lamp that had shone earlier begins to blink back to life again, and then other lights up and down the cavernous city follow suit. Far above TornadoMan's position, four shadows await movement, watching patiently. One of them, cloak partway open, drops it from his shoulders with a small shrug. The others each open their own and repeat this motion, one at a time. The final one to do so crouches slightly and rockets itself into the air, dropping from directly above the Storm Tempest, acting as if it were going to kick him, but lands next to the navi as hard as possible, instead kicking the ground. The darkened Toxin winks as he falls through the street in a huge explosion, and above, three sets of cold chuckling echo through the city as the ground begins to shift and give away under their foe. Two more hop down toward Tornado and each aim a swift kick at the navi, while the third all but barrels down the side of his building, gaining massive speed before leaping away and toward his green-clad opponent. It piledrives the navi in an attempt to keep it from taking off, while a little ways below the others, now seemingly standing on a wall, open a wide mouthed set of doors to an entirely misplaced factory for the combatants to fall into...
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Post by Raven8 on May 28, 2010 19:32:26 GMT -8
*With Toxin's form banished from sight, TornadoMan's own form remains tense and aware, almost falling into the soothing peace of the rainfall that now cascades all the harder with every moment, but not willingly releasing his focus to the temptation. This fight was merely at its beginning, and the apex was still yet to come.
The awakening of the lights give TornadoMan new perspective on the situation as he quickly looks to the final resting place for Toxin's trajectory and does not see his foe in place. Unease washes over his body as he quickly stands, ignoring the aching pain in his leg and looking around almost franticly, attempting in his every action to prepare for what would happen next. Suddenly, TornadoMan hears the sound of an unnatural break in the air; something falling, and falling fast at that. Instead of turning to see what was aimed at him, he quickly barrels to the left with a rolling-dodge, avoiding the clone of Toxin in a show of swift reflexes.... or so he thought. As the false Toxin winks at him and sinks into the cold, hard ground, TornadoMan suddenly realizes that the attack was not aimed at him at all. Raising both arms as quickly as possible, TornadoMan guards himself against whatever would come next... but to no avail. The false Toxin explodes into a dark and chaotic fireball and engulfs the Storm Tempest before slamming him into the wall of a nearby building with undeniable force. Fighting off the pain, TornadomanMan's attention suddenly rises skyward as he hears the chuckles rising above the rain and echoing off of the walls of the area.... more were already on the way. Summoning the winds of the raging storm, TornadoMan quickly forms a cyclone around his legs and begins darting across the area just off the ground, using the added speed of his flight to back up across the street and avoid the explosive rage entirely, until the final version of Toxin attacks from above. Still occupied by the explosive clone barrage, TornadoMan misses the final clone as it falls at break-neck speed. In under a second, the false abomination slams into TornadoMan like a bullet, taking him along for the ride and dragging him down into the fissures opened by the previous clones: both now headed for the darkened factory that Toxin himself once called home....
While falling, TornadoMan quickly looks around at the other versions of Toxin in a frantic attempt to stop his descent. Countless yards pass by in mere seconds as the Wind navi searches and searches... looking for his salvation to the problem at hand.... until finally he sees it. Standing to the right of the gaping entrance to Factory 5 stood one version of Toxin... one that was unlike the others in one way: his arm was held down. This was the key to the situation, and the way out of this problem.
Using his superior aerodynamics, TornadoMan quickly forces his own authority over his assailant, pushing off against the oncoming wind and slamming it into the rocky walls of the fissure that the two now fall down the shaft of. Dragging the false toxin along the walls and grinding away his form on the rough terrain, TornadoMan forces the advantage in this meeting by grabbing his opponent by the shoulders, forcing another change in momentum, and spinning to change places with the clone. Hower, the change in places lasts for only a split second as Tornadoman spins back and uses the momentum of the clone's spin to kick him off at an angle.... barreling directly into the real Toxin, with only a few feet to spare.
While his opponent found himself otherwise occupied, TornadoMan quickly reaches past the door and takes Toxin by the shoulder while still falling, forcing him into position with a punch to the face. Now the tables were turned: as both combatants fell, TornadoMan unfolds the propellers on both of his arms and releases his grip on Toxin's shoulders, firing off a pair of cyclones that act like beams, flying forward in a linear path and catching Toxin in their vacuum draft, forcing him downward with intense speed until at last he's thrown into the machinery within the factory with a furious blast, literally pile-driving through the largest production machine from the raw force as TornadoMan uses the backward momentum of the tornadoes to slow his descent and flip to one knee.
In an odd twist, once inside the factory, gravity seems to revert to a semi-normal state. As TornadoMan lands, he quickly realizes that he's perched on the floor that had once been the same wall that he had been dragging a clone along just moments before... however, he does not give himself any time to ponder this paradox, as he knew that he still had another ace up his sleeve for the moment.
Bringing his palms close together, TornadoMan activates both of his propellers, forcing hurricane-force winds into one compact spot, revealed as an orb of wind between his palms.
TornadoMan: KAZEKEN!!!
*Thrusting his hands forward, TornadoMan releases the wind-orb, sending it out like a bullet into the exact spot that Toxin had just landed less than a second after he had done so, landing it directly into the center of the crater his foe's body had made. As the orb impacts its assigned point, it instantly explodes into a towering cyclone, instantly ripping its target apart with the raw power manifest and sucking in the broken machinery parts. As the winds die, so too does the reason for the machines to be airborne, and one by one they pile-drive into the ground where Toxin had landed, burying a massive area in massive metal components as TornadoMan looks on past his palms, waiting for the next move, no matter what it may be....*
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