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Post by Shast on May 21, 2015 13:12:08 GMT -8
Iria The blow struck before she had the chance to block properly sending her once more yards away tumbling into a roll before righting transitioning into a crouched position.
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Yet again Iria curses her programmers. What moron puts scripts to emulate exhaustion in a program built to work without end. She pants a few times. spending a few moments to ponder how to approach the veil.
The commander slams the sandy turf several times with open palm. She stops after a dozen smacks and disappears. Appearing next to the orb Iria slaps it too with open palm. Sending white energy echoing around it while causing mass vibrations throughout in an effort to dismantle the cocoon and its inhabitant. Iria disappears once more. Returning to her previous location while several flaming stones appear high above. Screeching down onto the black ball with fiery results.
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Post by Genesis on May 21, 2015 14:20:24 GMT -8
*Iria's assault against the cocoon at first seemed pointless. As she first struck it, the white energy caused ripples to appear in its surface. But once the vibrations ended the cocoon began to crack, the flaming stones sealing the deal as they slammed into the black ball and caused it to be destroyed, engulfing the one who had been standing inside of it. But as the flames engulfed it, there was one thing that could be seen at what was once behind the orb: a trail of black.*
*A trail of black that led right back to the tornado that he had created before. The fragments of the destroyed cocoon shot back into the tornado, the old attack dispersing as the cocoon launched into the air. Xion had assaulted Iria and then had withdrawn back into his own attack while under the guise of his attack, leaving behind what Iria had expected him to, a clone, in his place. With it destroyed it returned what he needed to kick this right off, the egg pulsing one last time before it became engulfed in flames and revealed that the veil itself was the attack.*
*And what could be heard then was Xion's laughter echoing from the orb before it started its descent, the sky above him blackening as it continued its fall. It started slow before a burst of speed began, air being blown away behind it as it shot toward Iria, but didn't directly hit her either. Instead it landed feet in front of her before the explosion engulfed the lake, destroying it and the area even more than it had already been destroyed before while blanketing everything within darkness and destruction. At the epicenter sat Xion, his fist against the ground as the crimson orbs scanned the area to see if anyone was left around still after his bomb was set off.*
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Post by Shast on May 21, 2015 23:40:45 GMT -8
Iria You're so lame. Iria mutters, obviously displeased at the coming deathball. This really was DBZ inspired. Knowing what was to come Iria braced by erecting a barrier around herself, then morphing the ground ground beneath her to resemble Holy Panels. This was the best defense she could muster. As the orb was too massive to deter with what little energy she had left thanks to her moronic programmers and their inability to comprehend what her job is. The bomb struck ground, and everything is blown apart in a deafening darkness. Irias is blown away and her barrier shatters to bits. She rockets back and bounces through the ground to the shredded treeline. Falling into the hole that is the Undernet portal. After the blast, all that remains of where she once stood are dented and stratched Holy Panels. Also the Joes got deleted. Their poor lives once again ruined by some lame-o out of power. [Iria -> Undernet Main]
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Post by Genesis on May 25, 2015 19:49:05 GMT -8
*Well that was an interesting sight to see. The Holy Panels had taken part of the blast for her. That usually didn't happen, but he supposed that since she wasn't here she either was destroyed by the blast or blown away by it. He had destroyed everyone here though, so he would be satisfied. Now all he had to do was head back, kick back, and relax. While he was doing that he could come up with his next course of action. And so he slipped into the darkness, leaving the lake behind him.*
{Location Change: Reconstruction Site}
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Post by ~Divine|<3|Heart~ on May 27, 2015 23:51:13 GMT -8
|Roleplay-Rewards| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yeah, this is still a thing!”
As usual, Iria is up to no-good with her “Total Light” attitude when it comes to dealing with anyone who whips out a Dark Chip. I think of her as kind of the Light Monger Bully, but at the same time her personality is so much fun to watch; not just in dialogue but also when it comes to battle. I always thought Shast expressed this well, along with any references that make you laugh that relate to overly cliché anime genres. As usual, I like how you express your characters, Shast. Though I think I am only familiar with Iria, really. Considering just how well-known she is, I am pretty sure why I am.
Shast:: 210 XP || 2,100z
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 2, 2015 10:03:18 GMT -8
The area battlescarred and still distorted from the battle that had gone on a while back... Strange, it seemed as if nothing had happened to the sand, aside from small pits, but the ground was still scarred, the water rippled quietly, ebbing and flowing.
Fittingly poetic, for the samurai-like navi that had come in recently.
Daikuto was examining the area, no real traces of either combatant that had been here. He didn't care much for why it was there, or how, the scars and pits on the ground gave it a survivor's look. An innocent victim of a harsh rapture. Sitting down on the very coast of the water, Daikuto meditated silently, his hands cupped gently into fists over his knees, the Nagamaki out of it's sheathe, sitting under his arms...
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Post by Mega on Jun 3, 2015 14:21:44 GMT -8
Something was wrong here. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different. Did everything have that new baby smell? No. Last he checked, a magical baby did not break wind and reset everything. Or did it? That was the tricky thing about memory. When you forget something, you can't be sure what is what right away. But there was SOMETHING wrong here. He hadn't killed anyone for a long time. That wwas the only issue he cared about right now. And this peaceful, calm setting was just asking for someone to make some noise.
And how lucky for him, someone was here all alone. This seemed too good to be true. Was he being set up? Being a wanted criminal, it was a possibility. Was he even still a criminal? There was definitely something wrong if he was actually questioning that. He silently watched his potential prey from a distance, feeling giddy and excited at the prospect of a fresh kill. Wasn't like him to get cold feet. Someone always seemed to pop up at the last moment though.
Oh well, he'd just have to kill them too! Fasilli melted into a shadow and slithered toward his target. What would he try? Sword through the chest? Beheading? What was his last kill? Couldn't remember so it didn't seem to matter too much. Cut in two? Yes, that was it! Oh but a problem. Based on where he was sitting, he could see Fasilli's attack coming from the water's reflection. GOOD.
Fasilli didn't feel like a quiet kill today. He wanted to feel the adrenaline of combat! So he proceeded as normal, but branched off two additional directions. The two trails of shadows that branched off slithered around the samurai's sides while the central shadow continued slowly moving toward him. When it was close enough, a large scythe rose up behind the samurai navi. There was a light metallic rattle of the blade as it pulled back and came back down a second later...
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 3, 2015 14:32:07 GMT -8
The clown had jumped into a pit of combat he had not yet been able to comprehend. The blade was not only in perfect position for a counter, but Daikuto was feeling a bit more... Merciful today.
As the scythe was drawn, it seemed Fasilli didn't realize that the blade wasn't in it's scabbard, and now a single hand was upon the large nagamaki... As the scythe came down that one second, Daikuto's swing reacted! Sliding across Fasilli's blade, flinging downward to drop the scythe into the dirt, Daikuto rose... But did not counter...
"Lawless vagrant. Stand away. Unless you wish to speak, rather than delete. I seek knowledge, not war."
Stepping to the left quickly, sheathing his blade, ready to quickdraw if needed, he continued talking, putting a bit of space between him and Fasilli...
"Speak now, what is your purpose? Why is it you do this?"
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Post by Mega on Jun 3, 2015 14:47:02 GMT -8
He had his attention now. If he had infact been able to kill him with that first attack, he would have been very disappointed. The blade as quickly as it was also quickly left to drop where it may. Instead of replying right away, Fasilli responded with several throwing daggers which came from the shadows still stretched out around the sides. Then all three severed ties with eachother, rising up and taking form. "The short version? Because I want to," "Fasilli" replied simply. The three shadows had formed three Fasillis, but there was no question about whether or not they could cause harm.
"But are you gonna let me get away with attacking you Mister Miyagi?" One of the Fasillis taunted. Fasilli was no fool, and was trying to goad Daikuto into fighting back. He wasn't aiming to make him angry to make a mistake, he just wasn't ready to throw himself on Daikuto's blade yet. There would be plenty of time for that when he ran out of ideas.
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 3, 2015 14:53:04 GMT -8
Daikuto slid back quickly, but did not attack, he watched still... His eyes under the helmet watched each Fasilli carefully... The blade was still held tight, again, to quickdraw if need be. Hearing Fasilli's response was not good enough, Daikuto sought a deeper answer.
"My name is not Miyagi, I am Daikuto. But... Why do you want to? What longing is it you have? Do you seek fulfillment? Purpose? The rush?"
Daikuto nodded, as if a quick bow...
"I, if I may say so, fight because I need to. I seek to bring this world back to what it once was, darkloids and normal navi alike, they both plague our world, our universe, with evil. I seek to weed out this evil, but only the truest forms. Whatever stands in my way will simply join me or move."
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Post by Mega on Jun 3, 2015 15:20:06 GMT -8
"I'm sorry, do you mind repeating that?" One of the Fasillis giggled mockingly. Another Fasilli burst out laughing after Daikuto spoke further, revealing him as a "heroic" type in Fasilli's eyes. Though what he meant by "purest forms" stuck in his mind. He wasn't sure if that amused him, pissed him off, or both. He could use that to his advantage. "In a cosmic sort of way, wouldn't that make you evil? What's a universe without evil? There can't be order without chaos can there?" Fasilli responded, an actual response this time.
"So with that in mind, if I killed you... I would be doing the universe as a whole a favor. Which would make ME in a cosmic sort of way, a hero," one of the Fasilli's continued. Now THAT idea pissed him off. "But sparing you deprives me of the satisfaction of killing you... UUUUUGGGH," Fasilli gagged. THAT idea also pissed him off.
"Right, I'm just gonna cut off a couple of your limbs and leave the rest up to fate," Fasilli concluded, followed by all three of them arming themselves. Daikuto was on the edge of the lake now, so he couldn't just keep backing away any more. Not unless he could walk on water... which Fasilli wouldn't rule out right now. The Fasilli directly infront of Daikuto hurled both throwing knives, while the two in the sides hurled what was easily described as cliche black bombs with wicks at the general area around Daikuto. Cutting off a limb might also mean getting his legs blown off by a bomb, for anyone wondering.
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 4, 2015 17:32:15 GMT -8
The bombs were thrown back with mere flicks of Daikuto's blade. His moves were elegant as he swung towards each one, using the flat end of his blade to basically shovel them back towards Fasilli, if not into the air, as each detonated in front of him dramatically... Stepping back, realizing he was on the coast (despite his sidestep to the left when he first countered, we'll just pretend THAT never happened)...
"You hold no excitement for me. I have seen the same old trick, time... after time... after time. Draw a blade, a scythe, any weapon, the less distractions you give me, the more rush I give you."
So Daikuto was playing the mind games, too...
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Post by Mega on Jun 5, 2015 11:42:00 GMT -8
"You don't say sugar. Because I always thought samurai were a boring, stuffy bunch," Fasilli replied with a wide smirk.
Right, enough small talk, time to have some real fun. All three armed themselves again, a short sword and a hand axe that looked like it had a spike on the other side of the head. And then just like that, one of the Fasillis seemingly flash stepped into melee range of Daikuto, ducking down while swinging his sword low for his legs. That Fasilli kept moving and was followed by the one on the opposite side doing the same, but diving more so as to "leap frog" over the first one while swinging wide with his axe.
As for the last one, he spun his sword around to hold it in reverse before moving into a position to intercept a possible attack that would cut down both of his dopplegangers. He was going to need them to last as they could.
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Post by Phreezey Breeze on Jun 7, 2015 13:37:54 GMT -8
The first attack launched was deflected with a loud crash of Daikuto's blade, though it wasn't a parry, as there wasn't enough force behind it. A swift sidestep as the second Fasilli moved in would yield to cause a hit to the samurai's shoulder, staggering him just a bit, as the third would move into a thrust... He had yet to reveal what he was truly capable of...
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Post by mirror on Jun 7, 2015 13:59:35 GMT -8
From the wreckage and destruction, the bugged area seems to shift and tremble. Pieces of rubble, charged with black and orange energy begin collecting around each other. They liquefy into a plasma like state and form into a figure, solidifying into Starless.
Muttering to itself, it notices the two navis fighting. "What is it..."
This one realized the last time it was here, there were two others fighting. It had been deleted in their fallout.
"Those two are irrelevant."
It turns back to the lake. This place was fascinating.
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