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Post by 👑« ＲΩＮＩＮ » on Jul 9, 2020 3:24:13 GMT
When the gods are bored they eat their little cakes and play their game. A true game of chance, a game of fate in its purest form: a fight for survival. Unlike their forefathers, The New Gods did not care to be worshiped. They starved for entertainment, to test the limits and depravity of beautiful creation.
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Some would call it a Spidey sense but ESP is what Aerys preferred to call it. It was one of the many gifts given to him after integrating his Star Brand with the dimension of Platform Zero, the realm of the True Void. Looping an almighty object with existence of an entire dimension granted him a wealthy of abilities based on speed, psionics, vectors, a mutated Eternal Mangykyo Sharingan and the True Void (now evolved into Kiryu) itself. This was also added on top of his previous abilities of Zhato and Null and centuries of experience, returned by the power of the Starbrand. After months of training simulations, Aerys was finally placed in a situation to use them. Kiryu, a variation of the True Void, flows through all realms unseen no different than the air that we breathe. Jax, being Kiryu given sentience, could peer into this world, see what needed to be seen, and then shared with Aerys. The connection between mortal and extra-dimensional field was synonymous to that of Barry Allen and the Speed Force. Therefore, every fiber of his being is blessed to function at speeds unimaginable. From his thoughts and calculations to his movements and reactions, all embodying the pure essence of velocity.
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Like a cage bearing a lion , Aerys the 6'2” super human was bathed in an aura of cosmic Void energy known as Kiryu. Entering the scene with clothes composed of a special fabric, he walked with a lax swagger. He wore black cargo shorts, gray Adidas sneakers, a purple T-shirt, and some ebony Ray bands. His face was identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks and an argent strand. Upon his wrist was a silver/bur
gundy bracelet, Nyx his Caxius bracelet, a weapon of sentient Nothing. A weapon that was similar to the Kiryu that coursed through his veins dramatically enhancing his speed and psionic abilities. He preferred to rely on a combination of his Zhato plasma/waterbending, advanced speed, Kiryu-vectors, years of combat training, skills learned from his time with the Dragon clan, Dyrge eyes and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, senbon, and 13mm bullets. Eko metal possess the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Another item of Eko was his right appendage. From shoulder blade to his very fingers, is his prosthesis bearing pores within the forearm and a white noise emitter within. The Last Aria is what he called the arm tattooed in glyphs of Axiom magic, allowing sound manipulation. Much focus is on his psionics and Kiryuu as this transcendent energy is strong enough to take on a life of its own and assistance him. Along with the super powers that Kiryu has given him. Aerys loved using his Zhato; sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending. Two of four Sabres, Eko metal based 7 inch hilts, were clipped to his Ferragamo belt. His left hip is his daito, Sei-Katta an enchanted katana reforged in Eko and blessed in Axiom Magic. On his left fore arm is his Starbrand, the source of all his power and granter of his abilities. With it, Aerys has even gave himself a Mangeykyo Sharingan.
Temperature 25 C
Time 2 AM
Planet Identical to Earth
Rest and relaxation. Two things that Aerys sought as he loafed around the 2nd floor terrace of a previously abandoned mansion. Rumors from the grape vine spoke of the property being up for purchase. The Inquisitor on the other hand had plans of his own. Removing a cigar box from Pip's orifice, Aerys waited for another to arrive on scene. He leaned against the edge of the glass wall to get a better look at the Grand Valley. Something told him that soon, there would be a meal for the local wild life.
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His loadout:
Like a cage bearing a lion , Aerys the 6'2” super human was bathed in an aura of cosmic Void energy known as Kiryu. Entering the scene with clothes composed of a special fabric, he walked with a lax swagger. He wore a white V neck underneath a lavender hoody, black boots, ivory gloves, and dark navy cargo pants. His face was identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks and an argent strand. Upon his wrist was a silver/burgundy bracelet, Nyx his Caxius bracelet, a weapon of sentient Nothing. A weapon that was similar to the Kiryu that coursed through his veins dramatically enhancing his speed and psionic abilities. He preferred to rely on a combination of his Zhato plasma/waterbending, advanced speed, Kiryu-vectors, years of combat training, skills learned from his time with the Dragon clan, Dyrge eyes and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, senbon, and 13mm bullets. Eko metal possess the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Another item of Eko was his right appendage. From shoulder blade to his very fingers, is his prosthesis bearing pores within the forearm and a white noise emitter within. The Last Aria is what he called the arm tattooed in glyphs of Axiom magic, allowing sound manipulation. Much focus is on his psionics and Kiryuu as this transcendent energy is strong enough to take on a life of its own and assistance him. Along with the super powers that Kiryu has given him. Aerys loved using his Zhato; sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending. Two of four Sabres, Eko metal based 7 inch hilts, were clipped to his Ferragamo belt. His left hip is his daito, Sei-Katta an enchanted katana reforged in Eko and blessed in Axiom Magic. On his left fore arm is his Starbrand, the source of all his power and granter of his abilities. With it, Aerys has even gave himself a Mangeykyo Sharingan.
Movement had stopped as the Inquisitor stood on a 8 story rooftop overlooking the sea of roof tops in Nu Tokyio. A vibrant display of fireworks illuminated the skyscape with a plethora of colors. This evening held importance as the first night of summer; thus a festival needed to be thrown in celebration. Despite such joyful ambiance, the human couldn't find a reason to enjoy such a great evening. An exasperated exhale left his lips as he looked on. Nostalgia tugged at his heart chords as memories of his brother came to mind. His dark alter ego, made itself known as a faceless man whispered in his guarded mind.
“You know there's no point in being upset. Wherever your brother Azashiro is, he's not thinking of you...Jin.”
A personification of his darker self, Jax never hesitated to torment his forced ally no matter what chance he got. Again the Inquisitor sighed as he continued to watch the fireworks. He wondered how many one would have to wish on before their wish finally came true?
Overlooking the small fishing town. Although he missed being an Eternal, the Inquisitor did not need advanced sense of smell to know that the fishermen were cooking up something good. For a moment his stomach rumbled giving him a reason to take a break from his long journey. Never one to ignore his instincts, Aerys sighed before altering his hips and soon traversing over the grass. Gloved hand caressed his belly despite Jax, his dark alter ego whispering for him to stay alert. He could heeded the warnings but he was a bit too hungry to care. A moment later, the fellow was near the coast line talking to a old fishman. Bartering for lunch, Aerys angrily shook his fist.
“Come on man, look at the size of that thing. There's no way that salmon costs 20 Fleurbos that's a whole rip off!”
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defied logic and reason on a whim. The lives of those who occupied the numbered dimensional space could hardly comprehend the beings who drifted beyond the veil, and yet the reverse was far from true. The Outer Gods knew of the world's mortals and immortals alike called home, watching from ever distant planes as they carried on with their affairs under the gaze of a proverbial microscope, until those rare instances when watching the same scenes play out was no longer enough. Such was the dawn of all instances of Convergence.
Without warning, with neither a crash nor a holler, the process had ran it's course. The Outer Gods had chosen their combatants, selected a suitable local and displaced the very fabrics of space and time, all to set the board for an act of glorious intersection between those both familiar and strange. The grand Nemo VI Bazaar was the biggest within the Praxis system, operating within unregulated space aboard the Cruiser Space Station, all manner of item one could wish to purchase could be found here if nowhere else. From foodstuffs, to vehicles, to weapons and even other lifeforms and everything in between. If it had value and existed within any of the known fifty five sectors, this was the place to find it.
Artificial air and gravity kept the patrons alive and stable while food stalls and quickly crafted seating kept everyone well-fed and happy. Four hundred and sixty-seven feet wide and three hundred and forty-eight feet tall, the three story indoor Bazaar was an impressive size to be certain. Crowded to the limit with beings from all walks of interstellar life may make finding their fellow competitor a challenge as the two were placed an even two hundred feet from each other on the second floor, however these problems were of no consequence to those who placed them, for however long it took, the task ahead was and would remain clear. Search and destroy.
The time of convergence is upon them. May luck be fair and the Outer Gods kind
Most who were taken were taken smoothly, without complication, but not all. The causes were far to numerous to count, but the effects were always the same. As an emptiness scattered through the dimensional seas, body, mind and consciousness was the second in this dance of two. An unfortunate happenstance for all those involved, but alas the perfect Convergence is a treasure more rare than even the rarest diamond, such is why it is sought so vigorously.
Time itself drew to a sudden and screeching halt, as like a hammer to many stained glass windows, the realm began to shatter and shake, falling into the bleak pale nothingnes from which it was spawned to begin with. Displaced by disatisfied beings from beyond reason and order, back from wince they came, as if only a few moments had past in their home dimension on their home planets in their own familler space, the ordeal would leave him with little more than faint images burned into memory eternal of the events that transpired, but that would be all, forcing one to question if anything that was remembered even really happened at all, or was it merely the waking dream of a subconscious mind's yearning for a proper bout.
zing from behind the veil of the tinkered with humanity like mere toys. The time to play had come once again. With a choir of laughter, Ananke rolled Fate's die. Keira's Gambit had begun anew.
A pillar of blinding light engulfs twin combatants from their respective planes. Without warning, both were sent to an alternate Earth for the fight of their lives. Both were plucked from their world and brought this new one with only a microsecond apart. Their weapons would be their wit, their skill, their might, and whatever weapons they just so happen to have on them. And if the objective wasn't clear, a mysterious voice echoed for all to hear.
“Welcome to the beyond. The gods see a champion in you both! But there can only be one. Prove your worth, and spill blood if you want what you desire most to become yours.”
Interest
Annihilation Area / Crossroads of Infinity
As already noted, the Negative Zone is contracting. A black hole (at least, the Zone's version of a black hole) has formed at the center of the universe, made up of all the surplus matter. As it grows, its pull becomes stronger, thus adding more mass to itself--a vicious circle. Some call it the Annihilation Area.
In theory, entering a black hole in our universe and traveling through the singularity will send you to another universe. In the case of the Negative Zone black hole, this theory is fact. For ordinary beings, though, this trip would be fatal. The first hazard is the sheer amount of mass already on its way into the black hole, in the form of gas, rock, and debris. The second is the exponential increase in gravity as one approaches the singularity, which would exert tidal forces on the traveler (see Larry Niven's short story "Neutron Star" for a good explanation). Finally, everything that approaches the singularity is pulled toward and through a single point at faster-than-light speeds, a process that would turn normal matter into a microscopic stream of plasma. The whole process would be like going through an avalanche, an earthquake, and a flood simultaneously, all of them at literally astronomical levels. On the only known successful passage into the singularity, it took the combined forces of Doctor Doom, Annihilus, and Susan Richards to survive.[12]
Inside the singularity, though, is the Crossroads of Infinity, a path that branches off to many other universes. Where you step off the path determines the universe you enter. And, if you stay on the path to the end, you reach the new location of Tyanna. The Crossroads were created by the Sixth Cosmos.[13]
Distortion Area
A direct link between our universe and the Negative Zone would mean the end of both. Reed Richards found (or created) an energy field that serves as an insulator so that travel between the universes is possible. The Distortion Area is an energy sphere in the Zone that is normally invisible (presumably to keep people like Blastaar from noticing it). A beam of the correct wavelength will energize the sphere, making it briefly visible, and open a portal. Passing through the sphere not only takes you to the other universe, it reverses your atomic particles to match the charge of your destination. The experience is disconcerting, to say the least; nausea is the most common complaint, while others may suffer psychological effects such as anxiety or depression. In rare cases someone may enter a fugue state, a sort of waking dream. These mental problems only seem to happen when traveling into, not out of, the Negative Zone, so some property of the Zone itself may be responsible.
Reed recently invented another means of traveling to the Negative Zone--the Fold Space Transceptor--so the Distortion Area may be obsolete.
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Time Differential
In the space-time continuum of the Negative Zone, time passes at the same rate as it does here: one second per second. When compared to each other, though, the rates differ. While one day passes in our universe, eleven months go by in the Negative Zone. Conversely, while one day passes in the Zone, only 25.7 seconds go by in our universe. This phenomenon offers amazing opportunities for research in such fields as astronomy and cosmology. So far, the difficulties of getting to the Zone and staying alive there have discouraged such research.
Null also coined “never-matter”, is a derivative of the Primordial Void. The true embodiment of absence. Formerly, via axioms and sufficient mental stress, Tyson could manipulate it the same as he did Zhato minus its properties, composition, and effects. Mirroring the concept of Absolute Zero, never-matter did not bend for any concept [time, space, energy, physics, magic, metaphysics, matter, energy, etc] outside of axioms. When first learning of the sentient dark matter, the scientist in Tyson immediately realized its worth due to its finite value of 0. In order words, Tyson used it in battle due it's innate "deletion effect." All concepts within never-matter's proximity are pulled into a powerful vacuum while simultaneously negating all forces/magic/energy/effects within it, and quickly assimilating it into the never-matter's mass. It can only be found in the dimension known as Platform Zero, made by the gods to be a realm in between all others. Everywhere and nowhere. Or for the simple minded, it was the constant silence that isn't noticed between words exchanged in conversation. The absence between musical notes, always overlooked in songs. And Platform Zero was a whole realm full of primordial absence or never-matter; created by the gods to delete abominations too strong to outright kill—a pan-dimensional garbage disposal so to speak.
Fade: This sigil is for point to point teleportation. Once the victim is within the area of effect of the sigil, they are instantly transported to Keirah. [scroll all the way to the bottom] Anyone sent to Keirah via this method is dimensionally locked in Keirah; meaning one cannot escape unless brought back by the user. The longer this sigil is charged the wider & higher its area of effect and faster the transport.
Words held the same stalwart conviction that resonated within amethyst eyes. The Zhato that carved Axioms into dual fangs would soon prove this. A grunt echoed as the Eternal crossed his arms with titanic force. This strength caused the plasma chords to violently follow suit, sending fangs to their respective targets. One for the wizard and the other for the giantess. Both flying at bullet fast speeds, were now electrified by Aery's Zhato, and carried the same Axiom meant to deliver & devour upon impact or once triggered.
• Having served its purpose, Garde would be dispelled until enough elan was recharged to employ it once again. An occurrence that would take time as all the elan built up in Raza had been placed into both spells branded on the fangs sent for the giant's head and the wizard's body. When targets made their respective counters, Aerys would soar in the wizard's direction. Zhato crackled as it resurfaced along both his arms. The wizard would be granted solitude no longer as the Kirin came ready to intercept should his plan go to shit.
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His loadout:
Like a cage bearing a lion , Aerys the 6'2” super human was bathed in an aura of cosmic Void energy known as Kiryu. Entering the scene with clothes composed of a special fabric, he walked with a lax swagger. He wore a white V neck underneath a lavender hoody, black boots, ivory gloves, and dark navy cargo pants. His face was identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks and an argent strand. Upon his wrist was a silver/burgundy bracelet, Nyx his Caxius bracelet, a weapon of sentient Nothing. A weapon that was similar to the Kiryu that coursed through his veins dramatically enhancing his speed and psionic abilities. He preferred to rely on a combination of his Zhato plasma/waterbending, advanced speed, Kiryu-vectors, years of combat training, skills learned from his time with the Dragon clan, Dyrge eyes and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, senbon, and 13mm bullets. Eko metal possess the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Another item of Eko was his right appendage. From shoulder blade to his very fingers, is his prosthesis bearing pores within the forearm and a white noise emitter within. The Last Aria is what he called the arm tattooed in glyphs of Axiom magic, allowing sound manipulation. Much focus is on his psionics and Kiryuu as this transcendent energy is strong enough to take on a life of its own and assistance him. Along with the super powers that Kiryu has given him. Aerys loved using his Zhato; sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending. Two of four Sabres, Eko metal based 7 inch hilts, were clipped to his Ferragamo belt. His left hip is his daito, Sei-Katta an enchanted katana reforged in Eko and blessed in Axiom Magic. On his left fore arm is his Starbrand, the source of all his power and granter of his abilities. With it, Aerys has even gave himself a Mangeykyo Sharingan.
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Tyson:
The proverbial “element of surprise” doesn't exist when Jax is involved. Some would call it a “Spidey sense” but ESP is what Aerys preferred to call it. It was one of the many gifts given to him after integrating his Starbrand with the dimension of Platform Zero, the realm of the True Void. Looping an almighty conduit with the existence of an entire dimension granted him a plethora of abilities based on speed, psionics/vectors, a mutated Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, and the True Void (now evolved into Kiryu) itself. This was also added on top of his previous abilities of Zhato and Null along with centuries of combat experience, returned to him by the power of the Starbrand. After months of training simulations, Aerys was finally placed in a situation to use them. Kiryu, a variation of the True Void, flows through all realms unseen, no different than the air that we breathe. Jax, being Kiryu given sentience, could peer into this inverse world, see what needed to be seen, and then share it with Aerys. The relationship between mortal and extra-dimensional fields was more intimate albeit synonymous to that of Barry Allen and the Speed Force. Therefore, every fiber of his being is blessed to function at speeds unimaginable. From his thoughts and calculations to his movements and reactions, all embodying the pure essence of velocity.
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Tyson:
The gift of life is marvelous but never guaranteed. No matter the time or place, where are when, Death lurks in every corner. All that is promised is today whereas Destiny is all.
This story begins with the Inquisitor known as “Aerys” as he prepares for yet another battle. Permeating a large star craft is the inklings of Axiom magic, swelling and building until finally a large flash came to announce the arrival of a newcomer. Truly it vitality gamboled with Conejions being spread within the very atmosphere. This meeting was merely a test. Another assignment meant to measure the skill between two colleagues as the interstellar vessel landed 70 meters away from the Lich.
Like a cage bearing a lion the 6'2” super human was bathed in an aura of cosmic Void energy known as Kiryu. Entering the scene with clothes composed of a special fabric, auric hues walked with impunity out of the shuttle. He wore a black fur coat with white trimming and a black hood raised over his head, black boots, ivory gloves, and dark navy cargo pants. His face was identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks. Upon his wrist was a silver/burgundy bracelet, Nyx his Caxius bracelet, a weapon of sentient Nothing. A weapon that was similar to the Kiryu that coursed through his veins dramatically enhancing his speed and psionic abilities. He preferred to rely on a combination of his Zhato plasma/waterbending, advanced speed, Kiryu-vectors, years of combat training, skills learned from his time with the Dragon clan, and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, senbon, and 13mm bullets. Eko metal possess the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Another item of Eko was his right appendage. From shoulder blade to his very fingers, is his prosthesis bearing pores within the forearm and a white noise emitter within. The Last Aria is what he called the arm tattooed in glyphs of Axiom magic, allowing sound manipulation. Much focus is on his psionics and Kiryuu as this transcendent energy is strong enough to take on a life of its own and assistance him. Along with the super powers that Kiryu has given him. Aerys loved using his Zhato; sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending. Two of four Sabres, Eko metal based 7 inch hilts, were clipped to his Ferragamo belt.
The desiccated landscape did not bring any fear to the human even with it's harsh weathers and putrid smells. What temperature could kill was an inorganic being one permeated in a protective aura of sentient vitality. The same could be asked of foreign ailments and diseases when the superhuman was blessed with a strong immunity system. Prior to him stepping out to survey the enemy, Zhato-lightning appeared centimeters above the skin in a form of a protective aura. Elan merely gathered along his back as Aerys prepared the birthing of Vectors, and his esp was at the ready. The aura protected him from mediocre threats of foreign vitality and influence. A sign that to kill this human it'd take more than just a stake and a hammer. It would take a concentrated storm of will and fury. The Dragon of Death vs the Dragon of Life. What would happen next?
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They stirred and they whispered, voices a haunting cacophony of phantom echoes and distorted, tongueless words. Their cold, hazy green sun, shrouded by the hollow veil of death, cast its muted light upon their figures. Legions clustered among each other, upon the desecrated ground no life would dare greet. A barren void of chilling death. It echoed with the silent sundering of what was verdant and what was caliginous, a dark sound that paved way for naught but memory's ghost.
The legions chanted. Their hazy voices mingled into a uniform, phantom march, echoing through fathoms beyond their deaf skies.
The Sun is out and is green. Voices are making noises. There's a chill in the atmosphere that may kill things and drain life.
Among skies sundered by the ill, sweet presence of death, upon grounds drained free of all life. A black haze defiled the air with a scent akin to that of decaying flesh, befouling the darkening atmosphere with vile, venom-tinted intent. A sun shaded in bleak, mephetic vapors cast its muted, graying light upon a desiccated land.
The air visibly distorted in the wake of roiling, upset spirits. Souls gone, bound to the dying world by austere command, wrought from the mouth of death's bringer. Wreathed in bleak vapors, stood among the screaming souls a man. Flesh the shade of ivory draped with lazily-donned garb; The lack of a belt left black cotton breeches to barely hang by the pelvic bone, walking boots with no laces, a cotton shirt of pristine white half-buttoned and openly revealing his pallid chest to all afore him.
Yeah there's definitely something in the air. Be sure to keep the aura up. There's an army of souls and the dude is with them.
The dead don't rest. They lie awake, awaiting the moment of their final decay, or to be called upon by the voice which commands to rise, the voice which raises the sinking underworld from their unhallowed graves. They turn and moan and breathe the breathless air of the dirt, weeping and wailing for release or command. No matter the soil which conceals their rancid bones and worm-ridden flesh, they loosed such a dark, profaned aura, their coalesced cries and dying agonies merged into a defiled magical trace.
Such was the turmoil of the dead, anxiously awaiting an end, or a voice. A bleak aura, hollow, ensnared the warmth of the air. It dragged what was lively into a caliginous, suffocating shroud, filling the air with the strange smell of death. A smell that did not reflect rot, but it did not flourish with a beating heart and the scent of warmth and skin. Instead, it was cold, empty of life, and smelled nothing like a person whose heart beat with the will to live, full of spirit and desire. It instead crawled over the ground in a haze of faint green light, suspended like an ominous fog. Like a serpent it crept, but like insects it recoiled, but unlike either, it fearlessly breached the sanctity of the air, swallowing the euphoric comfort and replacing it with a deeper-seated, almost vile sensation- The very sensation of death, crawling under the skin, the cessation of breathes and the confusing agony of a heart no longer willing to beat. This sensation was brought by his coming presence, a din of skin-crawling discomfort.
A aura is flying around like a flog mostly near the ground. This happens just with the dude's presence definitely a passive. From the haze, he seemed to come as a phantom might, gradually becoming visible, until his final steps upon lifeless soil let loose the telltale signs of contact, flooding the air with a bone-rattling chill, the whisper of life's scorn caressing the ears and mouths of all near him with the morbid smell of lifelessness.
His skin was the color of ivory, kept immaculate and pristine like the polished surface of a mirror untouched by dust and time. His frame was well-sculpted and tall, though deceptively mighty, palpable in the very motions that sent whispers among the air in fear. Tall lanky fellow that has a lot of power.
His hair ran across his shoulders, freed from binds, long, snow-white locks framing a round face and steeply angled chin, with cheekbones mounted high like a noble. Though perhaps most entrancing, and equivocally unsettling, simply disturbing, of all his features, were his eyes. White sclera free of any sign of lines of red, framed beautifully vivid rings that appeared as molten, inflamed amber, though just as his pupils, so too were his curiously colored irises unfathomably deep, as if his eyes were openings to an abyss beyond the ken of the living. His elegant frame stood at one-hundred seventy-six centimetres in height, almost weightlessly gracing the ground despite his sixty-eight kilograms.
This fearsome cold pierced the air for leagues beyond his form, biting deeply, sinking like venom into Earthen veins to freeze that which ran as solid. Rather than white or blue frost, crept in a vile, necrotic one, bitterly cold and toxic, filling the air with a haze of black, mephetic vapors lethal to a breathing lung and beating heart. To breathe and stand among the necrogenic frost was to forfeit warmth from within, to be frozen as one and to suffer in voiceless agony while blood froze within the heart.
Yeah there's tone of ice and dangerous ice mist in the area. Going to have to speak about Tidus in next post.
And there he stood, simply waiting, as the blackened frost and necrotic chill sank deeper, scraping warmth from the sun and the skies, waiting as the dead began their chanting once more, for the Lich who seemed to expect aught from a life-sundered waste.
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Tyson:
The gift of life is marvelous but never guaranteed. No matter the time or place, where are when, Death lurks in every corner. All that is promised is today whereas Destiny is all.
This story begins with the Inquisitor known as “Aerys” as he prepares for yet another battle. Permeating a large star craft is the inklings of Axiom magic, swelling and building until finally a large flash came to announce the arrival of a newcomer. Truly it vitality gamboled with Conejions being spread within the very atmosphere. This meeting was merely a test. Another assignment meant to measure the skill between two colleagues as the interstellar vessel landed 70 meters away from the Lich.
Like a cage bearing a lion the 6'2” super human was bathed in an aura of cosmic Void energy known as Kiryu. Entering the scene with clothes composed of a special fabric, auric hues walked with impunity out of the shuttle. He wore a black fur coat with white trimming and a black hood raised over his head, black boots, ivory gloves, and dark navy cargo pants. His face was identical to that of Kakashi Hatake except with ebony locks. Upon his wrist was a silver/burgundy bracelet, Nyx his Caxius bracelet, a weapon of sentient Nothing. A weapon that was similar to the Kiryu that coursed through his veins dramatically enhancing his speed and psionic abilities. He preferred to rely on a combination of his Zhato plasma/waterbending, advanced speed, Kiryu-vectors, years of combat training, skills learned from his time with the Dragon clan, and his Axiom magic. Clipped to his Ferragomo belt is Pip, his mystical coin purse that carries Eko weapons: daggers, bolas, senbon, and 13mm bullets. Eko metal possess the innate ability to manipulate kinetic/vibratory energy. Another item of Eko was his right appendage. From shoulder blade to his very fingers, is his prosthesis bearing pores within the forearm and a white noise emitter within. The Last Aria is what he called the arm tattooed in glyphs of Axiom magic, allowing sound manipulation. Much focus is on his psionics and Kiryuu as this transcendent energy is strong enough to take on a life of its own and assistance him. Along with the super powers that Kiryu has given him. Aerys loved using his Zhato; sentient Nether based ergo-matter created for plasma/water bending. Two of four Sabres, Eko metal based 7 inch hilts, were clipped to his Ferragamo belt.
The desiccated landscape did not bring any fear to the human even with it's harsh weathers and putrid smells. What temperature could kill was an inorganic being one permeated in a protective aura of sentient vitality. The same could be asked of foreign ailments and diseases when the superhuman was blessed with a strong immunity system. Prior to him stepping out to survey the enemy, Zhato-lightning appeared centimeters above the skin in a form of a protective aura. Elan merely gathered along his back as Aerys prepared the birthing of Vectors, and his esp was at the ready. The aura protected him from mediocre threats of foreign vitality and influence. A sign that to kill this human it'd take more than just a stake and a hammer. It would take a concentrated storm of will and fury. The Dragon of Death vs the Dragon of Life. What would happen next?
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e Burning Martian's origin is a strange one, having been raised by professional spell masters. The sons of Mars possessed a plethora of abilities that made them godlings by birthright. Needless to say, Tyson initially didn't care much for the mystical force carrier called “magic”. That only changed once he came into possession of the Beta Ring. Je won Tyson over by introducing him to the Sigils of Batvia. Sacred words of primordial power that comprised the language of the First Gods, capable of conceiving, manipulating or destroying entire systems of principles or concepts. Words rumored to form all of creation both physical and metaphysical. Tyson applied this knowledge by writing glyphs, archaic symbols denoting a specific sequence of the Batvian sigils, with his plasma to engrave them on the surface of objects. Such brilliance made his parents so proud that they couldn't believe that their son was adopted.
modified the ground to possess the traits of the servile Eko metal that the speedster carried.
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— Beethoven with a Bullet
Character Alias: Garrus Rïvia
Height: 6'3”
Weight: 202 lbs
Age Appearance: Mid-20's
Actual Age: 34
Hair: Short | Brown or Black
Build: Extremely Fit, Mesomorph
Eyes Color: Auric
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Mercenary
Defining Characteristics: Soft spoken, Sarcastic, Alcoholic, Analytical
Abilities Overview:
Master Marksman
CQC Master
Master Tactician
Load Out:
- 1911 Operator
- Ruger MK. 2 Pistol
- United Cutlery UC2772 Expendables Kunai x amount for projectile weapons
- Benchmade Karambit
- Benchmade 3300 infidel
- Cold Steel 80PGTK GI Tanto with a built-in taser
- Knuckledusters with built-in tasers
- AK-15 Assault Rifle
- Flash bangs, Fragmentation Grenades, Bolas
- Customized Ammo with drugs
Snake's Ruger is equipped with a built-in suppressor, and the bolt is locked in place while firing, making it almost completely silent. However, as a single shot weapon, it is unsuitable for rapid fire. Uses tranquilizer and emotion rounds. While non-lethal, it is a valuable tool for covert infiltration and no-kill completions. Also includes a built-in laser sight for more accurate aiming without needing to use the iron sights. Can be obtained from the Metal Gear Mk. II. There are no modifications available for this weapon, but there is a wide variety of ammunition.
Ammunition
Tranquilizer- causes people to fall asleep for a while. Headshots induce instant sleep, while shooting the torso or the limbs will cause a delayed reaction. Shooting the gluetus maximus (buttocks) also results in instant sleep.
Laughter- causes people to laugh hysterically, and will cause create temporary insanity, causing them to shoot at friend and foe alike simply for their amusement. Eventually, affected persons will fall unconscious.
Rage- stimulates anger, causing affected persons to roar in anger constantly. As a result, they will try to exit cover and charge at the enemy during combat. Eventually, affected persons will fall unconscious.
Crying- stimulates sadness, causing people to slump over and cry. Affected persons will ignore Snake's presence. Eventually, affected persons will fall unconscious.
Screaming- stimulates fear, resulting in constant screaming. Affected persons will constantly run from place to place in fear. Affected persons will ignore Snake's presence. Eventually, affected persons will fall unconscious.
The Ruger MK. 2 Pistol was a rimfire single-action semi-automatic pistol chambered in .22 Long Rifle and manufactured by the arms company Sturm, Ruger and Company, and were among the most popular handguns made, having over three million sold
Cybernetic mask with built in HUD that allows for telescopic vision, infrared vision, night vision, and and radar detection.
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- Flash bangs, Fragmentation Grenades, Bolas
Customized Ammo with drugs
National Institute of Infectious Diseases,
{Open Story line Serious rpers preferred}
Disclaimer: Purpose of this story is for my villain's plot growth. Any heroes who join will be treated as hostile.
Location: National Institute of Infectious Diseases, Shinjuku City, Japan
Time: 11:45 pm
“Soft breach, time now. How we lookin' Jé?”
“All clear, elevator cameras have been momentarily disabled, good to breach.”
With the go ahead given, the ceiling panel for an elevator opened to reveal a set of gloved hands. Soon a briefcase, and a person attached to said hands dropped down with a soft “thud”. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, the male continued to whisper to what most would assume was himself. In actuality, the receiver is a subdermal implant near his ear that facilitated conversation between the stranger and Jé, his tactical support. As dialogue between the two continued, the newcomer prepared himself for the mission.
“After three weeks of preparation, we're finally here. How are you feelin' Aerys?” said the feminine voice oozing an accent of Received Pronunciation. A sextuplet of screens displayed a plethora for information vital to the mission's success. The simple mission being to download sensitive information from the Japan's National Institute of Infectious Diseases. This first of several that Aerys had tasked to an anonymous organization.
“Meh, I'd probably feel better if I had a cold one, this outfit is pretty hot. ” replied the gruff voice as Aerys pressed several buttons. The elevator started to ascend with the twentieth floor being the destination. During the interim, fingers ruffled with the contents of the bag. These were the tools needed after three weeks of planning and surveillance. A single fanny pack carried a Ruger MK. 2 Pistol plus 30 customized ammo and a dozen smoke pellets. Covering the fanny pack, is a long ivory lab coat. An important part of his disguise along with the fake pair of glasses that doubled as HUD scanners.
“Ding” broke the silence when Aerys, posing as a scientist, finally arrived at on the floor he sought. Mahogany penny loafers strolled upon linoleum floors with caution. He moved down a hallway before taking a left to a narrow corridor. Every now and then, he'd past a doctor or lab tech, but his grey suit and the lab coat worked effectively as a disguise. The real test came however laid at the end of the corridor.
Jé: “The objective is just three meters away. The false credentials I've uploaded in the system last week should get you through the security system,” whispered through his ear as her ward neared the electronic door. With 20+ years in computer programming and software engineering, Aerys has come to rely on Jé's expertise in hacking into other people's systems. Hazel optic was soon analyzed and accepted by the door's retina scanner. With a hiss, electronic doors opened and the operative walked right in. The neon sign above the doors were written in kanji: “Server and Archives.”
“Jé, I'm going inside. Tell my ride to be on the way,” were the final words spoken before carrying on with his mission. Hazel hues stared towards a sea of terminals and server stacks. All the information he needed just moments away.
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The facilities silent alarm had tripped somewhere between the eighth, and ninth floor; triggering a systematic response from any local police units, active, and inactive heros. Artyom had been one of those units, although he was neither police, nor hero, or even quirked for that matter. He was one of the not so fortunate few born without a quirk of his own, a tragedy that he made up for in hard work and combat preparation.
The elevator's doors were peeled away like the tin lid on a sardine can, a quick flash of lettering suddenly appearing on the LCD screen that would act as the vigilantes face. The wording spelling a simple phrase, effective in its transference of emotions.
Somehow silent alarm got tripped. Address that Je would see this coming. Dude isn't a hero by rather a vigilante.
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The rebounding shuffle of his boots was the only auditory sign of his arrival. The transition from the first floor, to the twentieth was short, and in his case, silent. The prompt written across his flash quickly flashing red before the following words would wash down his "face" in a brilliant display of crimson light.
Apparently well trained when it comes to stealth but has a dumb mask that shines light.
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The same doctor that had passed the intruder merely moments ago, fumbled about slightly as he approached the intimidating figure in the leather coat. He obviously didn't belong, and before the scientist could say anything he was forcibly moved aside using the figures prosthetic arm. The action was quick, and before the man knew it he was staring at the vigilantes back as he silently stalked off down the hallway in an active pursuit of the intruder. His masks heads up display detailing several key features picked up about the figure, as well as how he was wearing a grey lab coat in an effort to blend in.
light. Acknowledge that security will be on the way. Also point out that Aerys' ride would have an ETA by now. Also point out that I'm in all the way on the other side of the floor.
Just as the doors the intruder entered in through would open, a hand, a cold, metal hand, would suddenly force itself in through the small gap haulting the door in its closing sequence. The pause allowing for the vigilante to seize the door in his other hand and begin forcibly wrenching it open. All the while the display of death threats played on his masks display.
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Metal Arm Masked Dude | His masks heads up display detailing several key features picked up about the figure, as well as how he was wearing a grey lab coat in an effort to blend in. |
Aerys | Covering the fanny pack, is a long ivory lab coat... he'd past a doctor or lab tech, but his grey suit and the lab coat worked effectively as a disguise. |
—; Please Refrain From Trying
“So far, so good,” softly whispered the operative as hazel hues watched the computer terminal's screen. It was the only valid source of light in the tenebrous server room. The reason for the light came from the fact that Aerys was using the terminal placed all the way in the back of room next to the glass windows. Eyeing the modified external hard drive, one of the tools he had brought, attached to the terminal, Aerys' focus was suddenly interrupted by his guardian angel.
“Heads up! Someone just triggered the silent alarms within the building, ” began the English native as amethyst orbs darted towards a duo of screens. Both showed several camera angles pertaining to twentieth floor. Another showed the GPS coordinates of Aerys' nearing transport. An exasperated exhale denoted the birthing of both good and bad news.
“Talk to me, how crappy are things about to get?” Despite the nature of the question, his tone remained calm as he removed a medical mask from his coat's pocket. If the alarms had been triggered then unwanted company wouldn't be too far behind. The last thing he or his employer needed was his face all over the news.
“Depends...how far along the is drive,” she asked while typing frantically, pulling up additional security footage on another monitor.
“77%, I probably need five more minutes,” he responded with his Ruger in hand. Injecting a ten round clip of purple ammo, he listened for a response as he started to barricade the room. The whole purpose of the mission counted on the drive. With each moment plugged in the NIID's terminal, the drive completed two jobs simultaneously. One was copying and uploading sensitive information directly to Aerys' hideout. The other being the upload of a computer virus meant to corrupt the institute's own servers; thus removing all trace of their systems being compromised. However, until then Jé made use of the facility's cameras.
“Well, here's the veggies: I can't shutdown the alarm now that it's active. So needless to say, be ready for a fight that's on the way. Internal feed shows someone coming up the elevators and with the arm he's carrying, I reckon he's not with the Old Bill,” she spoke between typing and swearing underneath her breath.
At this point, Aerys retrieved a couple grenades, some cords, and a weird blimp like device from his briefcase. Small but integral preparations for a well planned endgame. “That sucks, please tell me dessert is looking a whole lot better.” Was his retort as he positioned himself in the center of the room, eyeing the distance from the back to the Western windows. A menacing pause took over before a sigh of relief came up on the transmission.
Finally his overwatch answered “Your ride just answered my distress call. They'll be there for exfil in just a minute.”
“Copy that, oh and disable the sprinkler system here. It's gonna get loud,” transmitted over the communication system as his lab coat dropped to the ground...that along with one of the grenades in his possession. As he took cover at a safe distance behind one of the server towers, the grenade landed near the Western windows and quickly blew up, creating a massive hole in the side of the building. The English hacker already disabled the sprinkler in the room to ensure that mission continue without further problems.
BOOM!
When the fulmination subsided, fingers were removed from each ear. He ran back to the terminal and checked the screen. The completion rate now read 95%. A small victory that couldn't be relished with the suspense of imminent intrusion on the rise. Ruger pointed at the only entry point, the operative sighed. This was supposed to be a simple smash and grab mission.
mission.
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The grenades explosion shook the buildings floor, toppling a tower, shattering the westernmost window facing the hallway, and scuffing the wall but otherwise leaving the building intact. That blast would catch the attention of the masked vigilante, letting go of the door he turned before he began stalking his way back down the hallway towards the source of the explosion.
Mention that I wrote that it was the windows and it was the only entry point.
Stepping past the window he'd extended his hand, firing a 40mm grenade from his metallic arm that would impact the far wall of the room just behind the towers. Upon impact the grenade would burst into a brilliant display of blindingly white light and smoke, White Phosphorus quickly burning up the air in the room and providing devastating injuries to the man as he attempted to use the tower as cover. After firing it he would continue forward, flattening his hand and wrenching his hand into the doors crevice like a knife before prying it open as he did the other.
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Loading in another grenade, this time a HE grenade, he then proceeded into the room. With one side of the room engulfed in a super heated chemical, he'd have to either succumb to further grievous injury or push into the center of the room with the larger man.
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—; Exodus con Mortalis
The operative sighed in relief when the terminal screen read “Complete”. Wasting no time, hands wasted no time preparing for his escape. A skill set picked up during his years as a MARSOC operative, Aerys is an expert rigger. The chords and the blimp device from earlier were both clipped to the last piece of equipment within his briefcase. A tactical harness now adorned is chest, whereas the miniature blimp was turned on before being tossed outside the window.
ost. Talk about how he's used to rigging stuff and that he wears a tactical belt for the chords to strap to. within his bag. also mention the entire Skyhook thing.
fhyry
Next mission is kidnapping the VIP.
1 - Gets kidnapped and has a drone that comes to save him and take out Yakuza members.
2 – Kidnap the bio-chemist guy on a heavily guarded train in the country side. Threaten his wife and kid, Prelude to that but at the end of the first post.
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I just read your post. So I'm writing my reply based on the assumption you mean a different window than the ones I'm using for my character's escape. Not to mention the time line is incorrect in regards to what my character is doing. I just wanted to point this out beforehand prior to my response.
(got Skyhook gear, and three grenades/flash bangs in the briefcase. Start the next post with you already downloading stuff and Je giving you a heads up about a possible intruder. Also mention the windows in the room, when download is over get ready to blow up the place or activate the sprinkler system so that they don't know what you stole. Remember this isn't a fight to fight, you're getting the CDC info so that you can weaponize a biological weapon or target the Quirk genome. Next kidnapping someone like that one MW3 mission on an airplane. A scientist that can develop a specific cure on the genome or disease that only affects people with Quirks. )
his biological parents, Hal was a gifted scientist, possessing a high intellect in computer programming and mechanical engineering. A big fan of Japanese animation shows, especially that of the sci-fi and mecha genres, his hobby also gave him an optimistic inspiration and drive to help create new beneficial technologies and innovations for society with his genius, which was also reinforced with a sense of responsibility and level-headed perspective, especially during his experience of the Shadow Moses Incident. He also did not wish to create weapons of war, in particular weapons of mass destruction. He was also a selfless individual, willing to sacrifice himself to save Snake and Meryl.
Time wasn't wasted as Aerys quickly dropped to his knees to worship his Church, his goddess of Lust, his very own daughter. Auric optics sized her up with an obvious hunger if not desperation, as he bowed before her. A gesture that last for a moment before he leaned up to please Ariya. Thick wet tongue began at the bottom, being placed between her pussy lips in order to lick her soaking wet mound. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sweet taste of her pussy nectar as he massaged her clit with just the drenched muscle. A mixture of seduction and suspense guided the tongue's movement as it playfully flickered along her clit. Slow a trail of saliva followed as he caressed her body and finally kissed just above her navel. Lovingly, longingly, lips were pressed against plush skin of a frigid yet sexy dominatrix.
rtificially Enhanced Physiology: Rogers' enhanced physiology has no superhuman powers, although as a result of the Super-Soldier Serum, he was transformed from a frail young man into a "perfect" specimen of human development and conditioning.[176] He is classified as enhanced human.[177] He possesses powers superior to any Olympic-level athlete that has ever competed.[178][172] Also, the Super-Soldier Serum physiology is definite, meaning that if Rogers choose to live an unhealthy lifestyle, none of his powers would weaken,[179] and the Super-Soldier Serum in his bloodstream will keep him in top physical form.[179] Dr. Keith Kincaid theorized that as long as some of the serum remains in Rogers' body, it would be able to reproduce itself and sustain Rogers' powers.[70]
Peak Human Strength: Rogers' physical strength is enhanced to the very peak of human potential, making him consistently able to sustain lifts 800 lbs (363 kg).[5]
Peak Human Speed: Rogers can move at speeds equal to that of the absolute finest human athlete, being capable of running at a sustained 30 mph (48 kph);[5] He was able to complete a 40-yard dash in 3.82 seconds,[180] or a mile "in just over a minute."[181]
Rogers withstanding a jump out of a plane 10 miles off the ground
Peak Human Durability: Rogers' durability is amplified to the highest human potential making him very durable.[182] This has allowed to survive forms of extensive punishment throughout his career that would injure an ordinary man[183],[184] [185] [186]
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Peak Human Agility: Rogers' agility is amplified to the highest human potential. .[173]
Rogers dodging gunfire from multiple locations
Peak Human Reflexes: Rogers' reflexes amplified to the highest human potential.[173] and is said to have a reaction time ten times faster than a normal person. [178] He has been shown which makes it possible for him to dodge gunfire, from multiple shooters simultaneously.[88][187][75]
Peak Human Stamina: Rogers' body automatically eliminates the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing chemicals in his muscles; giving him exceptional endurance.[178][172] He could also resist the freezing cold waters of the Arctic, as not only did he survive being frozen for decades, he also spent time searching for D-Man.[42][70]
Peak Healing Ability: Rogers' healing speed and efficiency is enhanced peak ability, meaning he heal’s faster than the average person.[188] The white blood cells and Super-Soldier Serum in his body are efficient enough to fight off most microbe, foreign body, and other pathogens from his body, giving him a high immunity to all infections, diseases. [172] [37] Rogers has stated his metabolism is too fast for alcohol. [189] He is also more resistant to knockout.[190] and hypnotic suggestion[191], though is not immune.
Peak Human Mental Processing: Rogers' mental performance is greatly enhanced allowing it to operate in the most advanced and rapid manner possible.[176][192] His mind also processes information quickly, giving him an accelerated learning aptitude; for example, Beast once stated that Rogers can learn and master any weapon within seconds.[193] He possesses an eidetic/photographic memory and perfect recall, meaning he never forgets what he sees and experiences, paired with the ability to speed read, and can thereby intuitively understand what's likely going to happen and how best to deal with it. This enables him to remember any military tactic and apply it to any situation.[194]
Peak Human Senses: Rogers' senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are enhanced to the highest limits of human potentia
Clean Air Act. Section 608
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Post by 👑« ＲΩＮＩＮ » on Jul 30, 2020 18:37:50 GMT
Location: Somwhere in Tokyo
Time: 11 PM
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Load Out:
- Compound Bow with 28 assorted trick arrows in quiver
- Cybernetic Skull mask infrared, night vision, and radar detection. And subdermal communicator
Ruger MK. 2 Pistol with assorted dart ammo
- United Cutlery UC2772 Expendables Kunai assorted
- Benchmade Karambit
- Benchmade 3300 infidel
- Cold Steel 80PGTK GI Tanto with a built-in taser
- Knuckledusters with built-in tasers
- Nyxes aka Wrist Rockets with assorted cartridges
- 6 assorted Flash bangs, Fragmentation Grenades
- Utility belt (plastic fibre and wood) and two hip weapon pouches
Nomex fire-resistant hoody/cargo pants, Dragon Scale body armor
—; Field Test
“How we looking Jé?” The first question asked as Garrus, not yet wearing his Aerys mask, surveyed the site of an impending fight. A fight that would serve purpose in his next series of missions. Hazel optics moved from the night sky to the surroundings. An overabundance of vehicles littered the area in various heaps. A junkyard had definitely been the last place that the hero had expected himself to be at. However, circumstance called for the perfect location to exact a plan along with a back up plan should things go awry. Lowering his Skull mask, he donned his Aerys alter ego, becoming the warrior that world needed. Glove hands patted his tan cargo pants and dark grey hoody over the body armor he wears. Tonight, he needed to see how the chest plates and the overall setup would work.
“So far, so good. If anything pops up I'll let you know.” Came the reply of his tactical support as amethyst hues looked at the single tablet screen in front of her. A drone soared overhead in commercial airspace, providing her with a bird's eye view of a three kilometer radius. She continued to hum to herself in the mean time. Having already sent the coordinates to her ward's opponent, the two are merely waiting for the individual to show up to fight. Aerys, standing seven meters away from the entrance of the junkyard.
“Are you nervous Aerys?”
“Nervous? Nope, just bored,” he said while scratching underneath his wrist and mounted shooter. Hopefully the enemy will be here soon.
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The wording flashed down his visor like a chant, a mantra, the text glowering as red as blood itself. He didn't appear to wear anything to set him apart from others, save for his mask, merely donning a white button up, blue jeans, steel toe combat boots, as well as a leather jacket with the Han character "弟" on the back, which translates to "Little Brother" in both Chinese and Japanese, and a lone SAP glove on his right hand. In fact one would likely point out the mask, as well as his left arm, were really the only two outstanding features of this otherwise nameless vigilante.
He stared blankly at the billboard risen up high over his head, which displayed the long since faded name of the junkyard, displayed in all its rusty grandiose. Placing his as of yet human hand in the palm of his metal one, he cracked his knuckles with a single push, loosening the joints for the fist fight to come. Balling his prosthetic fist he punched it in his palm, a show of war.
The front of his mask flickered, the words fluttering before fading all together. Leaving the mask bare and blank. Stepping past the entrance gates he punched his metallic fist into the car to his side. Wrenching the door from the vehicle and transferring it to his opposing hand to be used as a makeshift riot shield, or bludgeoning tool, should he need it. His target was in his sights, not exactly hidden, but prepared for the fight to come.
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—; Sadly, Fighting isn't What I Do Best...It's All I know
“Game on! The target's coming towards the front entrance,” yelled the master hacker as her tablet revealed the masked man's position while he moved 50 meters to the junkyard’s entrance. Stockpiled suspense reached its zenith as the warrior steeled himself for the long awaited reunion. The visors in his mask switched to night vision as a sable compound bow was moved from his back and brought forward. A solemn “finally” was voiced as dextral digits plucked a single arrow from the quiver whilst the opposition drew closer. Although it wasn't his first choice as a weapon, the old fashioned bow and arrow is one of the numerous weapons that the master marksman qualified with. A fact his opponent would soon find out for himself.
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Duck soup. The only way to describe the simplicity of the combat veteran's response. An interruption occurred as the first trick arrow would tie things up before it could even begin. Whizzing through the air with speed and grace, the projectile would reach the foe's right tibialis anterior in tandem with him throwing a jab towards the scrapped vehicle. Being one of Aerys' “Putty Arrows”, the fragile & thick bulb made up an impromptu arrowhead that broke upon impact. In result, a highly reactive, fast drying, industrial polymer based adhesive was released. If successful, the adhesive would coat the enemy's feet; thus, leaving him stuck to the ground via the 92 cm wide puddle of adherent polymer. Several factors should ensure that the first strike was successful:
The close distance between the two.
The arrow traveling at the slow speed as if fired from a recurve bow: 68.58 mps
The fact that the masked man was committed to punching the vehicle and the arrow targeted an area difficult to reach.
Aerys, being an accomplished marksman and his visors allowing him to see in the dark, there was virtually zero chance of missing such an easy target.
However, time spent in the armed forces had taught Aerys the importance of being cautious. Fives seconds elapsed before the next an explosive trick arrow was sent. Combat boots propelled the archer sideways and behind a run down 70's van as means to take cover. The reason being the plastic explosive within the arrowhead that would detonate two seconds after making impact with the hood of the same car that the masked man had punched. Should this go according to plan, the foe is well within the kill radius of an arrow possessing lethality akin to that of a fragmentation grenade. Concussive force, flame, shrapnel, all would be enough to kill if not mortally wound the enemy, if he failed to evade the attack.
“You're making a lot out of noise out there,” snickered the blonde as a rumbling sound echoed in the background of Aerys’ communicator. His breathing steadied along with his focus, as a few words slipped out his mouth. “Mind confirming a kill?” A mundane but necessary task as the lens of the drone would focus on the smoke waiting for any indication of the enemy's survival. And in the meantime, hazel eyed a tower of junk cars from 50 meters away. As always, another crazy plan was on the way.
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Wrenching the door from the car with all the ease of a farmer plucking corn, he remained stoic, even when suddenly something struck the ground beneath him and rooted his feet into place. With the door acting as a riot shield he turned towards the car as the second arrow was let loose, the explosive arrow rattling the car just slightly and pelting the man's mask and makeshift shield with shrapnel that was, otherwise, completely harmless. The shock wave given off by the arrow however uprooted his feet just enough from the thin puddle of adhesive to allow for movement once more.
So his feet are uprooted from the ground because of the arrow. May need to get him caught again.
He glanced up, the loud buzzing of the drone overhead garnering the vigilantes attention following the attempt at an explosion. Bringing up the Ruiner, a custom device that hung from a sling at his side, he began firing several automatic Tunsgten balls at the stone, adjusting to lead them should the drone attempt evasive maneuvers. From the woman overlooking the fight's side, several of the balls would strike the drone. Shattering it's lense, and wings alike. before sending it careening to the ground below.
No buzzing, need to explain the drone's positioning
He can't dodge and shoot at the same time.
Grenades come when he's fires the second shot.
Uses the infrared detection visors and roll two fragmentation grenade towards him while he shoots
While the grenades roll, unbuckle utility belt and the weapon pouches, remove the quiver and take two electro arrows and shoot 7 second duration
a feint will decide the battle's outcome
then rush after firing the arrows with the compound bow, running at a controlled pace
attack him
After that happens leave cover and attack with two electro arrows fired at the collar bone, then pull out the tanto and ask if she's close, once that happens third post she comes in with the mechanical crane. They can hear it in third post
IAI RQ-5 Hunter combat drone used
Aircraft speeds must be below 200 knots (230 mph) at or below 2,500 feet (760 m) above the ground, and within 4 nautical miles (7 km) of the class C airport.
General characteristics
Capacity: Payload: 90 kg (198 lb)
Length: 7.01 m (22.99 ft)
Wingspan: 10.57 m (34.67 ft)
Height: 1.9 m (6.1 ft)
Gross weight: 727 kg (1,603 lb)
Max takeoff weight: 885 kg (1,950 lb)
Fuel capacity: 300 Liters (79.3 gal)
Powerplant: 2 × Twin Mercedes HFE Diesel, inline 3 cylinder, 800CC, 56 Max HP
Performance
Maximum speed: 170 km/h (100 mph, 90 kn)
Cruise speed: 93–165 km/h (58–102 mph, 50–89 kn)
Stall speed: 83 km/h (52 mph, 45 kn)
Never exceed speed: 190 km/h (120 mph, 100 kn)
Range: 125 km (78 mi, 67 nmi)
Endurance: 21 Hours
Service ceiling: 5,500 m (18,000 ft) MSL
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As the wording flashed across his visor, it was shortly followed by the played image of, you'd guessed it, a puppy.
Dropping his sidearm to his side once more, he moved out from the cover cast by the car who's door he had robbed. With his eye in the sky gone, the man would likely find it more complicated tracking the silent vigilante now. Bending down his left wrist, a 40mm grenade was launched from his prosthetic that would soar above the cover where the vigilante had heard his assailant speak, causing it to detonate just above him, and in a brutally blinding show of light, the flash grenade would detonate in not only his eyes but his ears as well. The blinding light would only be amplified further by the boys night vision.
His mask fleshed blue, displaying the taunting phrase:
Too Slow
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—; The She-Devil's in The Details Boy
“Bugger's still breathin',” replied Jé as a contour meant that the enemy was still standing. Swearing underneath his breath; Aerys dropped his bow in order to produce two grenades from his weapon pouch. Moments were expended to cook twin fragmentation grenades. Both were stripped of their safety clips & pull rings as Aerys whirled around now facing the van parked before his quarry. The veteran wasn't not in the mood for games as combat is only his trade...not his hobby. One that required not only his skills, but also relied on Jé's support. Once again, she'd proved this as her voice echoed in Aerys' ear. Ambient noise pollution steadily increased throughout the transmission sent as both grenades swiftly rolled and met the enemy.
“Almost there. Execute a Zeus to keep him busy,” was her directive. Her gaze regularly darted between the tablet & the dirt path between towers of rubbish in front of her. As both men fought for their lives, she'd make her debut on the battlefield shortly. Fortune would aid Aerys in the interim; a gift spawned from his enemy's folly.
Aerys | A drone soared overhead in commercial airspace, providing her with a bird's eye view of a three kilometer radius. |
If one hadn't noticed by now, the operative boasts a rather exotic arsenal. Weapons, gadgets, drugs, munition, etc. all were acquired illegally; equipment stolen from powerful third parties or bought off the Dark Web. The drone that Jé piloted for this mission fell under the second category: an IAI RQ-5 Hunter combat drone. Having bought the discontinued UAV without any munitions, she went to the trouble of reprogramming and repurposing it for active reconnaissance streamed to her tablet. This same drone circled around at a cruising speed of 121 km from 731.52 m above the ground, roughly 30 meters shy of the max ceiling for airspace allotted to commercial flights. Therefore, the enemy had little to no chance of shooting down a moving target that is too far to hear, let alone upon a moonless night sky. Even bullets, despite being more aerodynamic than a ball, generally travelled up to approx. 1.6 km or 1,600 meters before plummeting back down to soil. This error would possibly spell “victory” for the archer.
Masked Man | Bringing up the Ruiner...he began firing several automatic Tunsgten balls at the st- |
Simultaneously with the masked man's index finger pulling the trigger the first time, the grenades met out in the open two meters from the shooter's right. Time spent cooking the grenades left only a one second delay before they exploded. Odds of him reacting were slim as the grenades exploded around the same time he fired his second shot. That combined with the fact that no warning was given as the grenades approached inaudibly along soft grass. This meant that the enemy was literally dead center in the kill zone of two M67 grenades. This time Aerys didn't rely on explosives and their consequences alone to get the job done . “Preppin' Zeus,” he’d whisper before running out from cover after the frags exploded, visors changed from night vision to infrared as the assault continued using his guardian angel's advice. The Brit didn't bother to reply as the tablet showed a new app on its screen. Regardless of the enemy's position, Aerys would adjust his aim for a specific shot.
The smoke hadn't even cleared when Aerys flanked the enemy's right and fired two Electro arrows at his neck. The shafts of these arrows were designed with exotic capacitors that charged electricity while resting in charging stations within the quiver. After all, the time for games had come to a terminus. The longer the fight raged on, the higher the possibility of the police arriving to arrest the three of them. Shouting “Now!” twin projectiles flew at full combat speed (91 mps) from a distance of 4.2 m as combat boots moved at a rapid albeit bridled pace. The forceful directive given to Jé caused manicured digits to tap the corresponding button on her tablet.
As stated before, the English woman is integral to Aerys' success in the field. The two, having worked together for several years, had preset tactics, gadgets, and strategies in place for various scenarios that the operative may face in the field. Zeus, being a maneuver where Aerys sent Electro arrows at his target, only for Jé to arm the steel prongs that would then electrocute them. Two arrows meant that the enemy would be hit with approx. 40 mA, double the milliamps needed to cause paralysis of respiratory muscles within a normal human being. The hacker theorized a metal prosthetic probably meant that the masked man held a higher risk to electrocution than most. Therefore, seven agonizing seconds would consist of immense fatigue and difficulty breathing as malicious current ruptured the enemy's phrenic nerve. Muscles contract leaving the enemy defenseless as the electric shocks would be too intense to pull out both arrows.
Those moments were precious as bow and quiver dropped to the ground. Sinistral digits withdrew the tanto from behind his waist. A single trick arrow was held firm in the opposing fan. Gaia shivered from underneath their feet as Aerys would be in striking distance of his target by the time the arrows wore off.
“I'm close, do you still need me to do it?” Jé asked as the rancor of heavy machinery could be heard by everyone present. Her partner was ready to react to whatever attack the enemy attempted. However, being electrocuted to such a degree and in that underbelly spot should hurl him near the brink of death and on his knees.
“Standby,” replied Aerys as he surveyed his opponent. Both himself and his Nyxes were at the ready. A sigh left his lips in suspense for what would happen next.
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Halfway through the first initial shot, he glanced down at the metallic clack of the grenades as they touched one another. He had just enough time to partially turn, angling the car door he held between the grenades and himself. What shrapnel that did go his way impacted the car door, the concussion wave sent him careening back into the car behind him, the hood sweeping him off his feet, and over the car into the dirt on the opposing side.
(He's wounded and the explosion allowed him to hurl over the vehicle. Explain why he shouldn't have missed)
The blast, while painful, had put distance between both himself, and the archer, and caused the two arrows to miss entirely.
He was alive, however painful it was, blood was trickling down his nose, likely from either the blast or the fall, or a mixture of them both. He could feel what seemed like a broken rib or two, his ears rang, and his body was bleeding in several places from what shrapnel that did get through, but otherwise he was alright. As the man withdrew the tanto and approached where he had fallen, he fired another canister from his prosthetic from underneath the car, this time aiming for the man’s feet as he approached. The canister would erupt in a bright, hot white show of phosphorus that would immediately coat the man in the flesh scorching chemical, burning flesh, clothes, and hair alike as well as frying his eyes from behind the infrared goggles he wore. The car by him provides ample cover from the chemical, while the smoke screen given off by the grenade would give him time to orientate.
Slowly rising up to a crouch from beside the vehicle, he used the smokescreen to his advantage. Dodging off to the left of the vehicle and the smoke to fully encircle the man and instead use the van he had been using prior as cover for himself. Preparing a second grenade, he cast aside his ruiner before his mask would display something, something new, written in white lettering.
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—; Crack Shots Never Miss But You're Gonna Wish I Shot Ya
Forever shackled by ignorance the quarry remained unaware that the promise of bereavement loomed over him. However, it seemed that this knowledge would have to be delivered to the poor fellow. The archer on the other hand remained at the top of his game. Although the idea was to gut the enemy once he got electrocuted, Aerys held on to his bow and two arrows for the time being.
Aerys |...running out from cover after the frags exploded, visors changed from night vision to infrared... Regardless of the enemy's position, Aerys would adjust his aim for a specific shot. |
With infrared vision activated, the archer had rushed out of cover with the intent of acquiring his target despite the obscurity produced by the smoke. That didn't go as planned as both arrows were not fired due to the lack of someone to shoot. Putting them both away, it took only a moment to realize that the grenades successfully hit the enemy as thermal imaging picked up specks of warm blood a few meters away from the blast site. Having personally survived a few assassination attempts via IEDs himself, the veteran knew all too well that his enemy's judgement was probably muddled while possibly suffering from tinnitus. Yet, with their drone still up, Jé easily confirmed his location. “The bugger's hiding behind that car, I can get him!” Clearly, she was eager to play the part that was originally intended for her. So...he obliged her request.
Aerys was mindful of his footwork as he knew that the enemy was probably waiting to be flanked. Time spent doing stealth missions with MARSOC had taught him to run on the balls of his feet to be both quick and quiet when on the approach. Ironically, he was on the retreat, one that would be extremely difficult to detect especially with the ringing in a certain someone's ears. “End it,” was his soft reply as he ran right, further into the junkyard. The enemy on the other hand wouldn't be so lucky.
Aerys | ...“Almost there... gaze regularly darted...the dirt path between towers of rubbish in front of her...she'd make her debut on the battlefield shortly... |
Aerys | Ambient noise pollution steadily increased throughout the transmission... a rumbling sound echoed in the background of Aerys’ communicator.... As always, another crazy plan was on the way.. |
Aerys | ...Jé asked as the rancor of heavy machinery could be heard by everyone present. |
Masked Man | ...he fired another canister from his prosthetic from underneath the car...Slowly ris- |
Never a fool and always a strategist, Aerys would never invite someone to battle without having an ace in the hole. Today this ace went by the name of Jé. Her debut came with a rather dramatic entry as vehicles would cascade down upon the enemy in tunison with him firing his canister. This man-made avalanche held a range of seven meters as a mobile crane collided with several vehicles that were formerly stacked in high piles near the two combatants. In accordance with the rest of the raining vehicles, a decommissioned ice cream truck would fall directly over the masked man exactly as he fired his shot. Another crushed the vehicle he currently hid behind; thus both would be flattened like a pancake. Excluding the prosthetic, his brain, spine, legs, normal arm, all should be mashed to something that wouldn’t exactly resemble potatoes but dead nonetheless.
This had been Aerys' plan from the beginning as he bought his friend enough time to drive a mobile crane truck from further in the junkyard all the way near the entrance. As the ice cream truck, along with some sedans and delivery trucks fell, the odds of the masked man escaping this fate was only a wet dream. He’s injured with two broken ribs & shrapnel, disoriented, and losing blood. With him having to fire underneath the vehicle and then trying to rise to a crouch, it’s safe to assume he’s currently in a prone position or in other words lying down. Focusing on the shot itself, plus the ringing in his ears, and having ignored the rumbling of the ground for some time now, it meant a minuscule chance of him noticing until the very last moment.
Aerys on the other hand had his own problems to deal with. As he narrowly turned a corner, the force of the fallen vehicles forced a gust of wind that pushed the baneful smoke closer to him as he ran. “Fuck!!!” he shouted as his left arm got bit by the searing touch of ivory smog. He'd kept running until finding cover behind a grey minivan. Hearing the shout, his partner radioed in.
“Aerys!? Are you okay? Did I hit you!?!” she'd move the magnetic disc end of the crane closer to the site of her handiwork. Concern permeated her anxious tone.
“Fuck...negative. The bastard clipped me with phosphorus. Get me to a doctor, shit burns like a mofo.”
“But the drone it's running out of fuel, we need to confirm t-” she was halfway through with calling in a ride to pick them up when he interrupted her.
“Don't worry about that. Call up a clean up crew to collect the body later before we leave...ugh I need a beer,” he groaned as he removed his skull mask. He didn’t want to look at third degree burns and smoldered clothes that ruined two perfectly good MARSOC and Yakuza tattoos.
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The lettering flashed to life on the screen in aqua blue lettering, the electronic lettering running vertically across the screen like it would on a billboard before it too vanished. Making the debut for the next string of text that was far, far more ominous.
Staring at the chemical burn means that he fired the bullet which means he the ice cream truck fell on him.
Also he stated that he needed time to recover,
His eyes would burn with all the rage of fire as the thermals would glow up to ungodly levels when staring at the 5,000-degree burning chemical, stunting the man just enough for the vigilante to gain his bearings. The roaring clunk and clatter of the encroaching crane giving the one-armed vigilante just enough time to figure out what the man was doing, from his cover another grenade was fired, however, this one wasn’t aimed at the would-be archer, it was aimed at his lackey, the woman in the crane.
The high explosive grenade would come flying into the cockpit with all the force of a professionally thrown baseball, blowing the glass outwards with the force of the blast and reducing both the crane, as well as her, to flaming wreckage as the machine crumbled into smoke and fire. Stopping the attempt at bringing the cars down on him in its tracks.
The man would, at this point, have to either remove the goggles of suffering through the effects of being blinded, and armed with his ruiner, and using the smoke screen cast by the white phosphorus as cover he moved out and to the left of the vehicle and the smoke to fully encircle the man and instead use the van he had been using prior as cover for himself.
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Alright so right now I'm going to explain the timeline and the issues with your latest post. This explaination is going to have bits and pieces from our posts and logic to support what I'm saying.
Starting from where you said:
Masked Man | He was alive, however painful it was, blood was trickling down his nose, likely from either the blast or the fall, or a mixture of them both. He could feel what seemed like a broken rib or two, his ears rang, and his body was bleeding in several places from what shrapnel that did get through, but otherwise he was alright. As the man withdrew the tanto and approached where he had fallen, he fired another canister from his prosthetic from underneath the car, this time aiming for the man’s feet as he approached. The canister would erupt in a bright, hot white show of phosphorus that would immediately coat the man in the flesh scorching chemical, burning flesh, clothes, and hair alike as well as frying his eyes from behind the infrared goggles he wore. The car by him provides ample cover from the chemical, while the smoke screen given off by the grenade would give him time to orientate. |
This posts shows that your character is injured and needs a moment to get his bearings.
He's also in the prone and set to fire a canister at Aerys from underneath a vehicle. It also shows that in the time it would take for you to fire the canister and the smoke to come out that's when your character will be orientated.
Now several times in my posts, I was hinting that my NPC was in the area and on her way to join the fight. Not once did you acknowledge prior to your character shooting his canister. For you to acknowledge this only after I revealed her intent is understandable so long as it's executed logically.
Aerys | Her debut came with a rather dramatic entry as vehicles would cascade down upon the enemy in tunison with him firing his canister. This man-made avalanche held a range of seven meters as a mobile crane collided with several vehicles that were formerly stacked in high piles near the two combatants. In accordance with the rest of the raining vehicles, a decommissioned ice cream truck would fall directly over the masked man exactly as he fired his shot. |
Pardon on the error “tunison” is obviously meant to be unison and to further prove that is the last sentence stating that the truck would fall on your character exactly as he fired his shot. This means if your character follows through with your attempt to shoot mine, he'd be crushed to death. I even explained why it would be difficult to avoid this due to your character being weakened and disoriented. I'm not interrupting your attack this time, instead I'm using an action that your character is performing to lock you in a scenario that would force your character be killed.
Now this is where things get weird:
Masked Man | His eyes would burn with all the rage of fire as the thermals would glow up to ungodly levels when staring at the 5,000-degree burning chemical, stunting the man just enough for the vigilante to gain his bearings. The roaring clunk and clatter of the encroaching crane giving the one-armed vigilante just enough time to figure out what the man was doing, from his cover another grenade was fired, however, this one wasn’t aimed at the would-be archer, it was aimed at his lackey, the woman in the crane. |
As I just explained and wrote in my post, the truck and other vehicles fell atop on your character exactly as your character took his shot. So the timeline is a little like:
Your character takes a shot while Npc drops truckso him > the phosphorus grenade would detonate after your character had shot it > my character gets clipped by the phosphorus.
In your post you saying that the phosophorus grenade detonated on my character and then you noticed the NPC come through and drop the vehicles. That's not how the order of events happened, since I already stated when my Npc would drop the vehicles: “exactly” when your character shot at mine.
Also even if you heard my Npc technically your character wouldn't be able to shoot at her, so that's another reason why the cars should land. You stated specifically that you're firing at the cockpit. Well below is a picture of a mobile crane. She's inside one of those. To knock vehicles down from above that means the only crane is raising up while she stays within the cockpitcloser to the ground, those vehicles would be stacked up higher than the cockpit meaning your character would have to shoot through a vehicle to get to her. Especially it wouldnt make sense for her vehicle to be right next to your since using the crane the knock the vehicles down means that shes swinging the crane in a way that towers of junk vehicles are directly in front of her or to the side of her, further evidence as to why you'd have to shoot through a vehicle or toss a canister up and over her.
I also asked if you shot upward and you said “you got up and oriented myself and shot”. Going back to the timeline of events, the vehicles were dropped as your character shot
The man would, at this point, have to either remove the goggles of suffering through the effects of being blinded, and armed with his ruiner, and using the smoke screen cast by the white phosphorus as cover he moved out and to the left of the vehicle and the smoke to fully encircle the man and instead use the van he had been using prior as cover for himself. |
prosthetic from underneath the car, this time aiming for the man’s feet as he approached. The canister would erupt in a bright, hot white show of phosphorus that would immediately coat the man in the flesh scorching chemical, burning flesh, clothes, and hair alike as well as frying his eyes from behind the infrared goggles he wore. The car by him provides ample cover from the chemical, while the smoke screen given off by the grenade would give him time to orientate.
sed on his footwork as he rushed around the vehicle with muffled footsteps. Not like it really mattered, the ringing in the foe's ears would make him harder to detect anyway. H A technique that would bring him 2.7 meters away from enemy when he fired the Electro arrow at the same speed he originally intended.
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Masked Man | Stepping past the entrance gates he punched his metallic fist into the car to his side. Wren- |
Masked Man | Stepping past the entrance gates he punched his metallic fist into the car to his side. Wren- |
Masked Man | Stepping past the entrance gates he punched his metallic fist into the car to his side. Wren- |
Masked Man | Stepping past the entrance gates he punched his metallic fist into the car to his side. Wren- |
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I was thinking casters
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—; We Had A Good Run
Aerys | Her debut came with a rather dramatic entry as vehicles would cascade down upon the enemy in tunison with him firing his canister. This man-made avalanche held a range of seven meters as a mobile crane collided with several vehicles that were formerly stacked in high piles near the two combatants. In accordance with the rest of the raining vehicles, a decommissioned ice cream truck would fall directly over the masked man exactly as he fired his shot. |
Masked Man | His eyes would burn with all the rage of fire as the thermals would glow up to ungodly levels when staring at the 5,000-degree burning chemical, stunting the man- |
OOC:
Me - So by acknowleding that your phosphorus grenade had detonated already and hit my character then you have to acknowledge that your character failed to dodge the cars in the allotted time that I described; there for your character should be crushed as per the timeline.
Logan - “So yeah, no. Ty's character would certainly hear the crane and be able to properly react. He isn't deaf. Those machines are quite loud, bud. Ambient noise and heavy machinery is not the sound of a fucking crane approaching. You describe a crane approaching when a crane is, indeed. Approaching. My ruling stands [That Ty's character would hear the crane and have the ability to react]. Be more specific next time. “
IC:
Although disoriented and wounded, the enemy definitely was capable of reacting/hearing the torrent of vehicles that came down upon via the crane. Yet for whatever reason he stayed in place and continued with the firing of the canister. The instant he had released the trigger, the ice cream truck forcibly pulverized his body against the terra firma beneath him. An unpleasant burial as two other vehicles fell atop the ice cream truck. It was a cruel way to die but he had no one to blame but himself for attempting to apprehend a man who merely aimed to help change the world for the better.
As for our two protagonists, their next goal would be to get medical attention for the archer. Two blacked out vans arrived on scene, driving through a weak fence to get inside the junkyard. Masked men in suits would pick up the burn victim and the other would stay around to search, investigate, and then dispose of the masked man's body. Call it “dumb luck” but when the authorities arrived at the crack of dawn, the only things that would remain were obvious signs of a fight, some leftover DNA, and evidence that a good portion of the soil had been disturbed by recent digging. Only a handful of people would ever know the hard fought battle between two faceless men of terror. Despite one having survived, it was clear that some time would be spent recuperating after the x amount of surgeries needed to keep him alive & combat ready. Whatever the outcome after his medical leave, it was certain he'd have more than just a scar and some stories to remember the Masked Man with the Metal Arm.
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He didn’t even have time to gaze upwards at the metallic crashing sound above him, he had no time to react as the ice cream truck from above fell down atop his balled up form. The initial vehicle, the ice cream truck, fell on its side atop him with its service window ajar so that due to his body positioning he could fit within the confines of the vehicle, with room to spare. Leaving him untouched within the dusty carcass of the van.
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The next series of events happened at a fast pace, one after another: yanking his arm out from the wing of sheet metal currently around it, he speedily moved towards the door in the back before slamming the truck's back doors open with his shoulder. Under the guise of death, the drivers within the vehicles, the archer, and even the woman would likely overlook the man as he aimed out the already busted rear window. His mask displaying a blank, black background displaying an image of Michaelangelo with his teeth on display, with a phrasing most ominous splayed across its face in blood-red text, wer
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Wasting no time, he fired yet another canister from his prosthetic, the high explosive grenade would impact the vehicle’s engine block. Detonating the vehicle and killing both the driver, whoever remained within the vehicle, the archer being placed within, and the woman who also stood nearby, sending flaming bits of vehicle all across the lot. Shortly afterward a tire, engulfed in flame, rolled past where the vigilante used to fire from. An end to an otherwise irritating enemy.
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—; Congrats Bro, You're a Meme
Aerys | Two blacked out vans arrived... Masked men in suits would pick up the burn victim and the other would stay... |
A quintet of masked men, left behind by the second van, were also trained killers. Each assigned a letter to distinguish their ranking and level of strength within the clandestine organization that hired violent men like the archer. Men D, E, and F were all brothers: 6 foot tall, 300 lbs of pure muscle, and armed with a variant of kits like their leader in the van. The only way to distinguish between any of them were the letters sewn on each of their ski masks.
Having gotten an impromptu briefing from Jé, the a trio of men were their way to retrieve a corpse truck before the explosion happened. However not of Aerys' van but of the ice cream truck.
Logan: “You didn't state what side the ice cream truck fell on. You need to be more specific in yours posts.”
^Good advice.
Masked Man | The initial vehicle, the ice cream truck, fell on its SIDE atop him with its service window ajar so that due to his body positioning he could fit within the confines of the vehicle, with room to spare. |
Masked Man | ... he speedily moved towards the door in the back before slamming the truck's BACK DOORS open with his shoulder. Under the guise of death, the drivers within the vehicles, the archer, and even the woman would likely overlook the man as he aimed out the already busted REAR window. |
Logic Over Rp Always
BOOM!
^Echoed the sound of spontaneous fulmination that signified the end of a foolish enemy. But what divine force ensured that the one armed vigiliante had finally died? Elementary, my dear reader the power of:
Logic.
Remember, the ice cream truck had fallen on its side. And by the behest of a biased mod named Log— wait no...by a stroke of luck. Yeah good ol' “luck” made sure that the human with the tungsten arm conviently survived three vehicles being dropped on him so he could make the smartest decision of his life.
It all happened when he SPECIFICALLY fired a “highly explosive grenade” through the “rear window” of an ice cream truck already turned on its SIDE. Obviously, fighting an enemy much smarter than him, eating two grenades only minutes ago, and getting a truck dropped on him, left our antagonist a tad bit...confuzzled.
Confuzzled enough to literally blow himself up as his arm was angled straight towards the rear window...that faced the ground. With no glass on the window and the shooter, being a “little ways away”, let the grenade hit the ground after being ejected approx. 170 mph from his prosthetic arm. The ice cream truck being on its side, the backdoor would be at an approx 45 degree angle from the ground. The grenade itself would be sent too fast for it roll underneath the door. So no cover would be provided as it detonated on impact. Also for the grenade to be specifically fired so it could “go through the window” that faced the ground, the shooter would have to logically position their body to be standing over it or laying down upon it. Either way, the masked man was well within the standard 15 meter range and 5 meter kill zone of a grenade. But just in case, he aimed from the OTHER rear window.
Aerys | An unpleasant burial as TWO other vehicles fell ATOP the ice cream truck. |
One of the vehicles was a delivery truck that had fallen covering the rear half of the sideways ice cream, causing the rear window to be cover by the bottom of said delivery truck. Ergo, if the grenade was sent “through the window” it'd absolutely detonate on impact having the same effect as the alternative series of events.
In either scenario, the shooter had definitely killed himself via a combination of concussive force, and searing hot shrapnel penetrating his body for a SECOND time at point blank range. Only pieces of the man were left of himself.
If only Loga-- er God had turned the vehicle upright before the poor soul literally NOOB TUBED himself...then maybe he'd survive but he did not so that was the end of that.
The four men salvaged what remained of the masked man's body parts, metal arm, gear, etc.
Whereas our protagonists drove off and eventually reached their destination one piece. The same couldn't be said as one of the members of the clean up crew descreated the vigilante's body. After all, fresh body parts are the best body parts for prop comedy...or you know cannibalism take your pick?
Fin.
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Maybe, just maybe, he may have hit his head a little harder than he thought.
The grenade made a heavy thud as it impacted the ground below him, the fuse having not reached its priming state making the item a glorified paper weight. Looking up, a viscous red glow flickered over the surface, the words "KILL YOU" flashing over it once before fading into obscurity. Placing his right hand in the palm of his left his knuckles clicked in response, he wasn't about to back down, even now.
His exit had drawn eyes from more then he felt comfortable with. Centering his legs and hips, he placed his right leg back while keeping his left placed forward to emulate a boxer's stance. All the while keeping both fists up in a peek-a-boo styled block that allowed him to peer overtop of his knuckles. Hunching slightly, he made sure to keep light on his feet.
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—; The Invocation of Fisticuffs
A fever dream. The only way to describe the recent illustrations of the explosion. Our hero was being operated in a black site not too far from the junkyard battle he narrowly survived. Having been put to sleep, the explosion, masked men, and ice cream trucks were all byproducts of the anesthesia.
What was really happening:
The aforementioned masked men were definitely real however there only two of them. One armed with a steel bo staff and the other with tempered steel billy clubs. Both remove their suit jackets and ties before the man with the metal arm. And indeed, they were both brothers: E & D. Now under usual circumstances they never had to fight someone that dared to cross paths with their leader but no matter. Both were capable combatants especially when it came to hand to hand. With the trio of warriors fighting in the lot of the junkyard, E made the first move as he rushed at the foe head on. Right arm swung a billy club aimed at his opponent's neck- left side. While left arm was angled so respective billy club was pointed directly at his foe's chest. His brother would also rush at the enemy's right, although E would be the first to attack leaving optics to watch the enemy's movements. Hands grasped the staff firmly, ready to use the weapon if need be.
It was up to them to finish the job that Aerys had started. Should they fail, there was no doubt that the vigilante would simply find him and end him in his weakened state.
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Reacting on instinct, he brought up his left arm. However instead of using his tungsten forearm to block the blow aimed for his neck he instead extended his left arm to wrap his prosthetic fingers around the club while simultaneously hitting the man full frontal on the throat directly in his Adams Apple with his balled up right fist. He pulled the club back as he punched, aiming to effectively stun and disarm the man of his weapon. He then would put distance between himself and the two men, left hand up with his knuckles aligned with his jaw while the other held the club at the ready at his right side.
White lettering flashed across his "face", but that was then followed by the same blood red text.
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—; Feeling Punch Drunk Yet?
A melee fight for survival was off to good and surprising start as both brothers had came at their opponent. Unfortunately, he was unaware that two were quite lethal when paired together. Both had been trained by Aerys himself and were efficient martial arts practitioners. The following events showed this.
Masked Man | ...he instead extended his left arm to wrap his prosthetic fingers around the club while simultaneously hitting the man full frontal on the throat directly in his Adams Apple with his balled up right fist. |
Aerys | While left arm was angled so respective billy club was pointed directly at his foe's chest. |
Aerys | ...leaving optics to watch the enemy's movements. Hands grasped the staff firmly, ready to use the weapon if need be... |
When the enemy countered, primed reflexes and muscle memory caused both brother's to react accordingly. In a swift clean motion, E contracted the angle of his left appendage; shooting it upward. A simple adjustment that held purpose: intercepting the enemy's throat punch. One of two things would happen based on how speed and timing. Remember a billy club was in E's hand so, clenched fist would get jabbed by the sudden rise of the steel club or bone would harshly meet steel if the club made it fare enough to make contact with the enemy's knuckles. Either way, sudden collision would be a painful. But would it be as painful as what D attempted on the enemy.
E challenged the masked man directly and he recklessly answered, giving the other brother enough time to flank him and attack. Occurring exactly as the two men exchanged blows, D violently jabbed the low end of his staff at the enemy's patella or kneecap. Having done this combat maneuver a couple times before, both the force and angle of the jab were perfect, meaning should this strike land the masked man would suddenly “take a knee” due his patella being dislocated.
The pain from the dislocation and throat punch defense, should be enough for the foe to lose focus on his attempt to overpower E. If that wasn't enough, him having to take a knee should leave him open long enough for E to bring his left arm down after the defense. A forceful strike that would land on the enemy's right clavicle or collarbone. The final link in this chain of countering that meant a broken collarbone if successful.
Of course this tactic was shady due to it being time during the throat punch and the struggle to disarm E. But considering that the vigilante was about to kill his only brother after already putting their sensei in the hospital...anything goes at this point. After all, there is no mercy when it comes to protecting one's family.
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Name: Jaskier Uriksen aka Jak
Nationality: Norwegian
Hero name: Jiraiya “Young Thunder”
Age: 18
Height: 6'0
Weight: 165 lbs
Physical Appearance: Like his older brother, he has a narrow jaw-line and a kind smile. Unlike his brother, his eyes are a dim blue/grey instead of hazel. People say he looks smart with his glasses on. Naturally, he's a brunette but he dyed his hair white from his time in Norway. The girls seems to love it.
Quirk: Thunderer
Quirk Type: Emitter
Quirk Description: Jak has the power to take the potential energy in an object convert it into kinetic, which he can later transfer kinetic from one object to another. To begin the conversion process, Jak must hold his breath, once he exhales, he must release the kinetic energy he gathered. He can apply this power on objects in motion. He uses this power both offensively and defensively.
Defensively, he can absorb the kinetic energy of incoming attacks. Blunt weapons, bullets, bats, and punches will have a lesser impact on him but the kinetic energy passing through his body can still cause internal damage. To help mitigate this, he works out his strength and mobility regularly to increase his durability.
Offensively, he can transfer kinetic energy to augment the force of his physical strikes, charge objects to the point of explosion, charge an object to increase its velocity or rob an object of its motion stopping it dead in its tracks. He can also discharge kinetic energy as massive vibrations, or shockwaves, which can travel through virtually any medium.
Cons:
1- 22 minutes is the world record for holding one's breath. At this time, Jak can only hold his breath for seven minutes while staying in place and three minutes while running. Once he meets his limit, he has three seconds to exhale/release the kinetic energy or risk one his lungs popping.
2- Mass/Size plays a role in his conversion procession. For example, bullets he can absorb rather easily allowing him to feel only a tickle when getting shot. A fist being, bigger than a bullet, can be absorbed but he'll feel it more like a poke when thrown from a person with average human strength. When it comings to charging for explosion, the more mass or bigger the object the longer it takes. For example, he can charge a playing card or a stone rock within a moment. A motorcycle or a diamond can takes anywhere from minutes to hours. The same goes for speed charging/stealing. Charging also requires direct skin contact, even gloves can get in the way of the process, which may result in a misfire. When successful, the mass/size of the object plays a role of how explosive that object can be. Generally, playing cards, pebbles, he can charge to be explosive as a grenade. Anything more than greatly reduces his stamina.
3 – Jak has yet to master his powers and build his body to better withstand the conversion process. He has learned enough to channel kinetic energy into his body to increase his punches, stomps, kicks, and even fire off shockwaves. However, since his physical body isn't that strong he's limited to using his Quirk with a specific body part only 3x times a day without suffering nerve damage. For example, he can use his Quirk to strengthen a right hook for a punch with enough force to leave a crater in the ground. His right hand will only be able to do this two more times in a 24 hour period. After that, he'll be forced to throw charged punches with his left hand. Long range shockwave attacks don't injure his body parts but they reduce his stamina; therefore he limits himself to only four a day without having to fear of over-exhausting himself.
***Through sufficient IC storylining and training and mod approval, these numbers will raise allowing him longer time to hold his breath and more amounts for kinetic attacks.
Skills:
Martial Artist: Glima, Akido, Ba Gua, Jiu Jitsu, Boxing
Acrobatics / Parkour
Fluent in Icelandic, Japanese, and English,
Weapons/Support Equipment:
Wrist Rockets (Nyx) – A gift from his late brother, they are wrist mounted shooters that can eject nylon like adhesive to ensnare the foe. Different variations exist based on the situation. Acidic and Electric Impact and cement are a few types.
His brother's white motorcycle
Clothing/Armor/Costume: When he's not in his U.A. School uniform, Jaskier generally does a Smart Wear style for his outfit. His favorite color to wear is white to match his hair.
Affiliation (if any): UA, White Lotus
Personality: Warmhearted yet wise for his age, Jaskier tends to put up a wall by feigning apathy when dealing with people he doesn't know. He had a hard life growing up with is brother until he was 15. During that time, he'd move around a lot due to his brother being in the Marines. Martial Arts was taught to him as a means of self defense and learning discipline at a young age. When he turned 15, his brother made it to a special operations unit meaning less time at home forcing Jaskier to be shipped off to an undisclosed boarding school in Norway. He does share his brother's belief of evil being necessary by nature. Yet for some reason he can't bring himself to be as ruthless as his brother. He has proven to be like his brother, an intelligent and open-minded individual, he is not afraid in standing up for what he believes in. This some times leads to him being quick to rush into a situation. The few people who do earn his trust, he'll become very protective of and selfless to. This same dedication can be his undoing as there's nothing he won't do for the people he's willing to protect.
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Biography: There's not much to say, after the death of his brother, Jaskier has traveled to Japan to investigate the circumstances. He kept his Quirk ability quiet for most of his life due to his brother's wishes as he was Quirkless and racist towards those who had Quirks. However, he divulged his Quirk as a means to get a spot in U.A. For a sturdy alibi during his time investigating his brother's murder.
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Molecular Acceleration: Remy has the power to take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy, thus “charging” that item with explosive results. He prefers to charge smaller objects, such as his ever-present playing cards, as the time required to charge them is greatly reduced and they are much easier for him to throw. The only real limitation to this ability is the time required to charge the object. The larger it is, the more time it takes.[50]
Most charging takes place through direct skin contact. The power of his explosions is dependent on the mass of the object he is charging, for example, a charged playing card explodes with the force of a grenade. He typically cannot utilize his powers on living matter or organic molecules.[51]
These powers have been altered on various occasions; sometimes bolstered while other times weakened.[52][37] They were most notably augmented once by Sage to enable him to accelerate his own regeneration process and better control his kinetic shifting.[53] And again by Faiza when he was shot through the head by a crime lord and spat a bullet back at him that eviscerated the late
She has the ability to increase the mass of her body while preserving volume, which effectively increases her density.
User can transfer kinetic energy from one object to another, thus strengthening their attacks, or tearing holes in walls with a simple touch, turn an object's potential energy into kinetic energy, making it explosive, or cause a target to be unable to move or unable to stop if in motion.
e major strength granted by this fruit to the user is its ability to generate massive vibrations, or shockwaves, which can travel through virtually any medium, including the ground,[1] the seafloor,[7] and even the air.[8] Because of this, Fleet Admiral Sengoku has stated that Whitebeard holds the power to destroy the world,[6] and Vice-Admiral Tsuru stated that, even if she retreated to the ends of the ocean, there would be no safe place left in the world for her to go when faced with the power of the Gura Gura no Mi.[9]
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Yeah you said:
Ty | yanking his arm out from the wing of sheet metal currently around it, he speedily moved towards the door in the back before slamming the truck's BACK DOORS open with his shoulder... overlook the man as he aimed out the already busted rear window. |
That states that your character opened the back doors, meaning more than one and shoot through the window rear window that would be attached to the back door located at the rear of the vehicle.
is on its side you logically can't shoot through the side window. The logical explaination is you tried to shout outside
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